All that we have

Five

September

Skye

"Skye!! Over here," Ben called out my name from across the beer garden, gaining not only my attention but also that of those on surrounding tables. Once upon a time that would have made me slink away in embarrassment, however lately I had been thriving in the attention.

Ben and I had been hanging out more and more along with his group of friends. Admittedly they are all a few years younger than me, and definitely wilder than I ever was, but I think I was taking it in my stride and fitting in well.

For months my life had been a constant routine of Monday to Friday work, then Friday to Sunday drinking and partying. I'm sure if I saw a psychologist like my mum had been wanting me to, they would say it's a coping mechanism where I'm shutting out my real problems. They would be right, I wasn't  in denial about it, I was just unwilling to do anything to stop it. The flow of orgasms from the thrill of random one night stands didn't seem to be negatively effecting me either.

I slid onto the empty chair at the bar table at the same time as a drink was placed in front of me. "Looking hot tonight Skye," Katie, one of Ben's and by association now, my friend says.

I had opted for a pair of high waisted pants and a black lace cropped cami. It was a basic outfit, certainly covering up more than usual, but still drew attention to my waist and tits, meaning it had its desired effect to gain attention.

"She could pull at least five guys just walking in here the slut," Ben said pointedly staring at my cleavage. "Are you even wearing a bra?"

"Shut up Ben. You're just jealous I won't let you have a taste." It had become a well known joke between all of us that Ben and I would never ever hook up, yet the comments about each others bodies and sex lives were slung between us constantly.

"Babe, you couldn't handle a ride on this dick," he retorted.

"Will you two just fuck already?" Tyler shouts across the table which caused us both to share a disgusted look at the idea.

"That would be like fucking my brother," I scowled. It honestly would. Ben has been the rock I needed the last few months. He pulled me out of my shell and thrust me into his world holding my hand along the way. It's the distraction I've needed.

The conversation shifted around me, I listened in, but i was also scouting the crowd to see if there's anyone hook up worthy around. Ever since I let myself fall into bed with Chris, there had been a string of random hook ups. Sometimes we would just make out in a corner, occasionally I may have been known to have a quickie in a bathroom, or if I'm really feeling it, we would take it home. There's or mine, I wasn't fussy.

It wouldn't happen every weekend, I'm not that much of a slut, but it was often enough that my number grew considerably. Given it started at two, Michael and before him was Adam who I was with for three months the summer between year 11 and 12. In a blur of summer romance let him unceremoniously take my virginity on a park bench with our friends drinking UDL's and Jim Beam on the swing set all of fifteen meters away. It was over in three minutes and completely unsatisfying. We got better at it over the rest of that summer though, and yes, moved things to a bedroom too.

My phone buzzed on the table in front of me, snapping me out of memory lane. Figuring it was probably my mum or brother, who if I didn't respond within five minutes they would start calling me, I checked it right away.