Pedestal

Chapter 19

19 - Never Again

Anya's POV

Nola unlocked the cuffs from my wrists as I sat indian-style on her bed, sniffling occasionally.

I actually cried in front of her, shit.

I rubbed my wrists which were now bruised and Nola got out of bed, not saying anything.

Why is she mad? I don't know what I did.

I didn't notice before but Nola had a mini fridge in her room when I saw her reach into it.

I wiped away the remaining tears that were on my face and she looked at me guiltily.

"Here. Drink it." She tossed a water bottle over to me, and I caught it to avoid getting hit.

"...I don't ever wanna do that again..." I stated, untwisting the cap off of the bottle.

"I didn't expect you to start crying like a little bitch... but. I wasn't thinking straight."

"I was scared from the very beginning... it hurt a lot more than it felt good. It's not for me... never again, Nola."

"It's not for me either." Nola said, and I looked at her. "Then where you get all this from?"

"Someone gifted them to me..." I heard her mutter, and the bed dipped as she sat at the edge.

"Who?" I asked, she had her back turned to me.

"Ray." She said and my eyes widened. "Seriously?"

"That girl that I met with yesterday was Ray, her real name is Cheryl." Nola told me.

"That's crazy... I thought she was just a regular customer..." I said. "Are y'all close?"

"No, we're not." Nola said rather aggressively. "We got drunk one night and made a mistake. Now she acts like I'm obligated to talk to her..."

"We are not friends, neither am I interested in being friends with her but she can't seem to get that through her thick ass skull."

"You said y'all made a mistake. What mistake?"

I could see Nola visibly cringe at my question.

"Nothing that concerns you." She said, stretching out the side of my cheek as I winced.

"...oh, this the box she had." I realized, and Nola pulled my cheek harder.

"You're so dumb, you couldn't tell?"

She then stared at me for a while. "What'd she say to you yesterday before she left?"

"Oh. She just thanked me for her drink. Why you ask?" I question, clueless.

Nola seemed like she was shocked for a brief moment before she breathed out, "Oh..."

"...Uh. I know you said it don't concern me... but I'm just wondering. Did y'all fuck?"

Her skin went pale. "You seriously think that I slept with that piece of shit!?" She blurted.

"Oh... so... y'all didn't?" I ask, grinning at her reaction. It's funny.

Her face was so red with embarrassment as she yelled at me, "Hell no! That's disgusting!"

"She's the very last person I'd ever fuck on this Earth, and I mean it! I'd rather die!"

I started to laugh, feeling a little better.

"I'm not even the one she likes! She likes–!" Nola paused and I looked at her lost. "...Nevermind."

She's been saying that a lot lately and it always leaves me wondering what she has to say.

"The fact is... it was nothing like that."

Nola began to chug down a bottle of water as I let out a breath. "I thought y'all slept together or something... that was dumb of me to assume."

She stopped drinking and looked at me with a brow arched. "...Right. Very dumb. I don't fuck studs. You're just an exception."

This persistent feeling became overwhelming. My insides kept twitching and throbbing.

What the fuck is that?

"...I'm finna take another shower." I told Nola, and she disregarded me as she got on her phone.

I got up and the feeling intensified with each step took, causing me to walk weird.

Nola noticed almost immediately as she looked up at me. "What's wrong?"

I looked at her as my heart started to beat faster. "...Nothing. I'm good."

I could feel my arousal beginning to cascade down my inner thighs, and my behind.

"Oh. Is it the lube?" I heard her question suddenly and I looked at her lost.

"What?" I asked.

"I put lube on the toys before I put them in you and it's supposed to make you feel like you're on fire... and it makes you dripping wet for everlasting fun..." Nola said with this look on her face.

She sounds like a damn commercial.

I knew exactly what she was thinking and I gave her a warning look, "Don't even try, nigga..."

Nola stood and before I knew it, I was down.

"You were trying to sneak off to have fun all by yourself, huh?" Nola asked smugly.

She had the both of my arms pinned to the bed, restricting me. "Nola! Stop! I'm serious!"

"...But neither of us came yet." She protested.

"No! Because you don't got no self-control and you don't listen to anything I say!" I declare.

"How about you ride me? I can't really do anything in that position." She said with a smirk and I looked at her like she was stupid.

I suddenly came up with an idea as I said, "Fine."

She's not about to keep doing whatever she wants, whenever she pleases.

To be continued...
Published - 8/18/19