XXX Chronicles

Chapter 11

Why did I not just leave? This whole night was turning into more of a nightmare than I ever imagined. It had been bad enough standing up for John, thinking of nothing but nailing Lisa.  And then, just as things finally took some sort of encouraging turn during our dance I found out she was engaged.

One would think that might be something a woman mentioned after a little anonymous threesome. Not that I imagined there was really an appropriate way to do this.

Thanks for the fun, gotta run home to my soon to be husband- might raise eyebrows. Actually, she didn’t owe anyone any explanation.  Not then…but maybe since then. At some point.  But shit- she had talked about being friends, while her body snuggled against me dancing. Women were so fucking confusing!

And then her idiotic mother- …Yeah, knowing what I did now, I could see how she had kept her precious golden child away from me on purpose. If nothing else, it was pretty hilarious that her plans had gone so utterly wrong. Yeah…Lisa and I not only ran in the same circles, but we did all kinds of other things Miss High and Mighty would not approve of. As tempting as it was to rub all that in her face, I had seen Lisa’s face when her mother launched her thinly concealed attack.  There was anger…and embarrassment. Expressions I know had colored my face a million times when Joe had put me on the spot or said something totally messed up. Even though his style was less refined than Priscilla’s, it was no less lethal.

And then, Diana’s appearance had taken the cherry on the cake. As always, she had manifested like a dream…or a nightmare…suspended in a cloud of soft clothing, hair, and perfume.  A slight tingling in the back of my neck had alerted me a megasecond before her scent took all air out of the room.

I had reminded myself of my recent Declaration of Freedom- too bad Diana seemed to have forgotten. She honed in on me, calling me her baby, and wrapped me in a tight embrace.  And shit- all my good intentions were no match for my muscle memory. And the heart, after all, was a muscle. As was another part much lower.

When the soft, luscious lips met mine, my arms were already wrapping around her and I returned her kiss for a second. Well, till she tried to slip me some tongue…which brought me to my senses.  We were in the middle of a room at a wedding after all…and when I looked up I spotted Lisa’s shocked, pale face. What was that? Was little Lisa not feeling all that well?  And with her cute little fiancé next to her?  Well, that certainly was important information.

And so a battle of sorts started. A sick competition. And of course, as always, I had to be the winner. Lisa danced with her boy a couple of times, her hands on him in ways making me want to go ahead and take her up on her bondage ideas right this minute. He kissed her a time or two- and every time I felt like someone had punched me directly in my gut.  I studied every little facet of her interactions: did her eyes close as they had when she kissed me after her and Monica sucked me dry? Did she smile with that dirty grin, her eyes hooded and tempting? 

Of course, to pay her back in kind, I was flirting with Diana a bit more than was safe- or healthy.  Diana reached for me more than once- and I let her cop a feel or two, my eyes meeting Lisa across the room, watching her eyes flash at me before she turned back to poofy hair guy…Keough.

Diana sat next to me, holding a perfect conversation with some guy while her hand ascended my thigh. Aiming for my what I had sworn she would never play with again. My hand closed over hers and I stopped her advance, getting her attention.