if only

chapter 21

"Billie," I whispered down at her head. "Billie, you got a text."

But then she pulled my clit gently into her mouth, her teeth scraping it like a soft shiver, and my whole body arched. My fingers wound their way up in her silky hair, needy to hold something while I writhed.

Her phone went off by my head again. I turned, distracted, saw the little light flash as it buzzed again. Only a few people in her contact list got a physical notification like that when they texted or called; me, Mags, Zoe, her parents, Finneas...

I stopped worrying about her blinking phone and its urgency; her tongue had flattened, licking hard from my hole to the soft flesh above my clit. I hummed with pleasure. I was still so deeply turned on from spanking her, it wouldn't take long at all before she'd bring me to an orgasm, or two...

But the buzzing continued, and I lifted my head when it went off again, trying to see. In doing so, I stretched by body out, and felt her warm mouth disconnect from my flesh.

"Stop misbehaving," she growled beneath the sheet, and I let go of her head to push the fabric down so I could see her lovely face. She appeared; her hair was wild, her expression grumpy.

"Baby," I said through a soft chuckle. "Your phone..."

She sighed, leaned in to kiss my soaked pussy once more, making me jerk forward with a whimper, and held her hand out.

I reached out and pulled her phone from the charger, then handed it to her just as it rang. She answered, grouchy.

"Finn, what the f—"

Listening intensely, her expression went from one of irritation to one of shock. After a moment of listening to my frantic, whispered inquiries, Billie grabbed my hand, pulled the phone from her face, and whispered back, "Mags followed through."

. . . . .

We went to her brothers house for dinner that night. They worked out their argument over the phone before they even hung up; turns out Mags knew that even if she shared, Finneas wouldn't stay mad at his beloved sister.

"Bitch just wanted to make sure I knew she'd get me if she needed to," Billie grumbled. "What she doesn't realize is she's gonna run outta dirt soon, and I've still got plenty."

I'd been avoiding asking what really happened on Halloween of 2018. What would make Finneas so angry with her, according to her best friend? As we pulled up to his house, I finally did.

"I kinda... fucked my ex in Finn's bunk," she shrugged, then climbed out of the car while I continued to sit, dumbfounded.

After a short wrestle in the foyer, Billie followed her brother to the basement, stopping only to ask if it was okay, and peck my cheek as she galloped off.

Claudia was preparing a homemade dinner. I slipped into the kitchen so I could offer to help, and mostly watch her cook. She was a skilled chef, and I enjoyed the hour or so of receiving her tips and advice while she made the meal, assisting in what little ways I could, where I could.

I'd only met Finneas a couple of times, and Claudia just once, so I still felt a little shy. She was very touchy, putting her arm around me often, brushing hair back from my face, once even leaning her head on mine while she watched me take over frying the mushrooms.