Chapter 2 - Pitta
Terra comes over to my house with a bunch of her clothes in her designer bag. Her parents have more money than God and my personal fashion consultant…when I want to impress a girl. “Here, try this on,” she said handing me a silky blue dress. I throw it on and see that my boobs don’t fill it out at all. “Ugh I hate being so tiny!” I hiss at my reflection. Terra pulls out another dress, a slim silver and blue one. I try it on and breathe out in relief. She whistles and makes a sizzle sound when she touched my arm with her finger. I roll my eyes but can’t help feeling sexy. The dress hugs my curves and actually makes me look like I have boobs. “Ok, now the makeup!” Terra said coming at my face with eye shadow and mascara. “Hey, hey now too much ok? I am known for being a butch,” I teased. Terra laughs and orders me into the bathroom.
My best friend is the greatest person ever. I actually think I look…hot. My dark brown shag cut is styled, my green eyes are nice and popped by the mascara and the dress is perfect. Terra’s house has always held the most amazing parties around. They’ve always been major blow outs that make me feel better…but this one…not so much. Foxy will be here any minute. I walk into the kitchen and take out a beer. Before I can chug it, the blonde goddess of my nightmares come in with a black sequin dress and red smiling lips. My jaw drops and she smirks. She comes closer and I back up…into the fridge. I look from side to side, as if to expect someone to help me. But Foxy is right in front of me, trapping me with her arms. “Why are you running away from me?” she said playfully pouting. I quickly take big gulps of beer before answering, “I-I’m not.” Foxy tsks at me, not believing one word of it. “Liar, you deserve punishment missy,” she said with a sensual tone. Oh God…I groan her hands. They’re going up my dress, under my dress! My legs spread beneath her hand, my body acting on its own. “Damn you look so fucking hot tonight, I’m not going to be able to resist,” she said cupping my pussy. “S-s-stop,” I say squirming to get closer. Dammit body stop it! “You don’t want me to Pitta, we both know it.” I do, but…but…but what? “I can’t do this,” I said scared. Foxy huffs and throws her hands up. “What the hell is wrong with you? I know you like me,” she said the last part softly, almost as if she was hurt. “I don’t want to be just your fuck buddy Foxy, I want you. All of you,” I confessed. Foxy stayed silent for a few seconds. She seemed baffled by my confession. “I’m not sure if I can do that,” she admitted holding herself and looking down. A pang of pain hits me hard, how did I get into this mess? Oh…I blush. “I just want you physically right now…I’m not good at relationships Pitta. Trust me; you don’t want me that way.” Wow, I have never seen her vulnerable before. It was kind of cute and sweet. I touch her face and her usual smirk turns into a shy smile. “I like this side of you,” I say bringing her into a hug. She froze for a moment but relaxed against my body. God she’s so soft and she smells so good. I start to rethink about hooking up with her. No, stay focused Pitta. “Let’s dance,” I said pulling her hand towards the living room. “I want to see your body wiggle,” I said winking.
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Naturally, Foxy is an amazing dancer. She is a cheerleader after all. The multi-colored lights sparkled on her dress, making her look even more beautiful. How is that possible? Foxy swings her hips seductively and smirked when I nearly drool. She wraps her arms around my waist and pulls me close. “I’ve like to dance dirty baby,” she said purring in my ear. “Kiss me first,” I said grabbing the back of her nape. Foxy smirks and claims my lips, tapping her tongue on my bottom lip. Our tongues tango and I’m starting to lose my self-control. “You sure you want to take this slow?” she said on my neck, petting my ass. Sweet Jesus, I groan loudly. I can’t stand this…oh. She starts grinding against me, slipping her leg between mine and grazing my wet panties. “Foxy,” I said as I slip and grind on her knee. “Let me take you, please,” she begs sweetly in my ear. Before I can cave, Someone taps me on the arm. I jump and I pull away from Foxy. “Hello Pitta.” What the hell?
It’s my ex, Carla.
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Foxy looks at Carla with a deadly glare and I wince. Shit, how do I explain this? A slow song comes on and Carla says, “I need to talk to you please.” I look at Foxy and she grits her teeth and growls, “Whatever, do whatever you want Pitta.” I try to run after her, “Foxy wait!” But Carla grabs my wrist and pulls me out to the patio. I yank it away once we’re outside and I snap, “What the hell are you doing here? I thought you never wanted to see me again.” Carla looks at me with wide brown eyes and sheds a tear. My heart squeezes painfully. Dammit you Carla Nicks. “Pitta baby, I missed you so much. I’m sorry that I cheated on you but please know that I’m still in love with you,” she said trying to pull me in a hug. I push her away, pissed all over again. “No, I’m not going back to you. You’re a heartless bitch.” Terra comes up the stairs and once she spots Carla, she screams in rage and runs to her with her fist going straight at her face. Bam! It goes right on her eye. Carla starts crying and I can’t help but help her up. “You’re really helping that skank? She broke up with you to go with a damn stripper!” Terra yells at me. I make Carla sit down and I go back into the house, dragging Terra behind me.
We come into the kitchen and I see Foxy slumped over the sink with a bottle of Vodka. I run over to her and gently sit her up. “Don’t touch me!” she said stumbling backwards. I catch her and plead with her, “Listen I don’t love her, I want you not her.” Foxy starts crying and buries her face in my chest. I hold her tightly, gently stroking her back. “Let me take you home Foxy, you’re too drunk.” She says a weak ok and I hug Terra goodbye. When we go out on the patio towards my car and I notice that Carla is gone. Whew. I gently put her in the passenger seat and she passes out. Poor thing, I take my jacket out of the backseat and cover her. I gently smooth back her blonde hair and can’t help but lean in and kiss her. Her mouth was moist from the drink; I taste it off her sweet and salty tongue. Fuck why am I doing this to a passed out drunk?? I steady myself before I drive away.
