𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 // 𝘥𝘸

𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘦

𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘯

I forgot how it felt having her around. She's the type of girl that when you're at a party and she's dancing you just stop and stare. She always knows how to have a good time and to fuck someone's night up.

I met her when I was 15, she was new to the world but I taught her a bit of this horrible world and she stuck with me. I saw her get tits, get a body, turn into a bitch, she was a late bloomer and well it was an interesting thing to see her go from the girl that didn't want to punch someone to the girl that sleeps around and kills anyone. She uses her hotness as a attraction to men. They too stupid to see her wicked games.

I control her. I make sure she don't do stupid shit. Like at the bar, I always have to save her from the idiotic drunk things she does. We the same age but sometimes she acts like a fucking 6 year old that I have to yell at. She fights back too. It makes me laugh sometimes or just seeing her get mad makes me realize how much of a bitch she is and how much I admire that from her. I turned her into that. It's my doing, and I'm okay with that, so don't blame her.

Steve on the other hand... he hates her, never mentioned he had a sister. Once I heard the last name I knew Stella was his sister, they got similar things in common. Like fixing up cars, driving them, partying, showing off their body, talking smack, same music taste too.

The only difference is that if Steve and Stella got into a fight, they would end up killing each other. Steve would regret it, he won't admit that he would regret it but he would. Stella...she forgets about the past unless it's something that really fucked her up. Maybe I'm wrong maybe she wouldn't do that. I don't know, she's changed. She sure don't know how to control her emotions though.

I was passing by her house and well I got nothing to do...bothering her is the best thing I can do. I wasn't working it was 8 pm, she wasn't working either, Steve was at the Curtis house with the gang and well Stella ain't there on Thursday nights.

I opened the door and heard one of her favorite songs playing. The chain by fleetwood mac. She sure loves the oldies, the classics. It fits her. She always talked about living in the 70s dancing in the clubs, smoking weed, going to queen, Led Zeppelin, Fleetwood Mac, and other bands concerts. She never shuts up bout it.

When I walked in she was in her panties dancing all over the living room. The girl sure loves fucking dancing. She's too fucking hot for it.

"And if you don't love me now you will never love me again!" She sang pretty good too but dancing is definitely her speciality. She also gots weird obsessions with celebrities but I'm not even gonna bring that up.

She's hot I'll give her that. She's real fucking hot. Would I fuck her? Yeah.

I walked over to the couch and sat down as she kept dancing around. Her eyes were closed so she couldn't really notice I was there. I just contemplated her dancing around in her bra and panties.

She's very touchy at times, she touches her body and other peoples bodies. She's prefect.

She opened her eyes and smiled as she noticed I was there. I laughed softly and she grabbed my hands trying to pull me up to dance with her.

"I don't dance you know I don't" I chuckled softly

"Dance!!" She yelled making me stand up, she smirked practically smiled. I really didn't dance, I don't dance like she does. She lets the music make her go crazy but I don't.

I grabbed her by the waist with one of my hands, her body pressed on to mine. Her hips moved with the beat of the song, our foreheads pressed against each other, I wanted to just rail her. I wanted to fuck her so good. She smiled softly as I felt her hands in between my jaw and neck. She slowly ran her hand down to my chest, I wanted to kiss her. Push her to the wall and kiss her. We were millimeters apart. I wanted her.

That was until she let go and started jumping around and dancing. I was so fucking close. I went to the kitchen to get a beer and not totally just fuck her till she screams.

She kept playing fucking sex songs. It wasn't helping how horny she was making me.

"What song is this?" I asked her as I walked over to the living room.

"Medicine...by Harry styles" her boy toy... of course.

"You still crazy bout him?" I laughed softly, she looked up at me

"Oh yeah" she smirked,

"This is a sex song" I sat next to her and looked into her eyes that had the same amount of want that I wanted.

"I know" she smirked then started laughing.

"I want to fuck you" I said to her

"What?"

"I want to fuck you"

     "No"

       "Oh come on doll you need a little spice in your life" I chuckled softly

   "I think I have enough"

   "It's just hooking up, that's it, makeouts, sex, whenever you want, I'm down anytime" it's good fucking offer.

    "No strings attached?"

    "No strings attached"

   "No falling in love, I don't want to be that cheesy corny couple that falls in love with someone because we fucked, plus our friendship of 5 years will be ruined because of you wanting to fuck"

    "It won't happen, it's just 2 attractive people who are horny all the time fucking"

    "Who are best friends" 2 hot best friends who wanna fuck. Well I wanna fuck.

   "Yes, but nothing changes."

  "My brother already hates me guess he'll just hate me a little more"

   "Don't involve Steve into this, yes or no?"

   "Yes"  

   "Good, I don't have to convince you"

  "Shut up and go home idiot, you are wasting my time"

    "See nothing changes"

   "Leave"

    "Okay okay" I chuckled softly and got up to leave.

     "Dallas" she called out as I was about to leave the house.

     "Wh-" I felt her lips on mine but she quickly broke the kiss and sat back down.

      "Just wanted to kiss you, no strings attached, leave now"

     I left without a word out of my mouth. I didn't expect her to say yes or kiss me. I can fuck her and fuck other girls and still be friends with her. Is it Christmas already? Cause I just got my Christmas gift to myself.