#36 Why can’t my cock behave for once?
“Can we talk in private?” Debby asks, not sitting down next to me like I thought she would. “I don’t want anyone to overhear.”
She’s trembling and looks like she might puke, so I get up and let her lead the way to a secluded spot in the back of the large garden, where a cluster of trees hides us from the other guests. There’s no one anywhere near us, and Debby relaxes a little, wringing her shaky hand together while she smiles wryly at me.
“You must hate me.”
I shake my head. “Of course not. Why would I hate you? “
“I made Vicky call Dylan to tell him that we didn’t want you to work for us anymore,” she says, hanging her head. “I didn’t even have the guts to do it myself.”
“It’s okay,” I assure her. “After what happened, I get that you didn’t want to see me again.” I thought she was a deranged incestuous sicko, but looking at her now, I can tell that she’s scared of herself, of her feelings. And she’s scared of me, because she knows I can out her for being attracted to her twin sister.
“I’m sorry for firing you,” Debby says, closing her eyes for a moment. “I was just… Well, you know.”
“I do.” I move over to put a hand on her arm, wanting her to know that it’s okay. Poor thing. She looks like she’d rather die than stand here talking to me about this. She’s a few years older than I am, but she looks young and vulnerable right now. “No hard feelings. We never should have mixed business with pleasure anyway. That’s on me as well.”
“Did you tell anyone?”
“No, Debby, I wouldn’t do that.” Technically, I did tell someone. Dylan. He would run his mouth about something like this, though, so I don’t bother telling Debby that he knows. She’s upset enough as it is. I’m not gonna add more fuel to the fire.
“You must be so disgusted by me.” Debby stars crying, big tears making their way down her face, ruining her make-up. “I’ve been so fucked up over that night. I was so drunk.” Her eyes fly open and she meets my gaze head-on. “You’re the only one that knows.”
“Debby…” I take her into my arms, rubbing her back. I can’t stand it when girls cry. She’s upset, and I am partially to blame for it, because I made her feel horrible that night we slept together. “I’m not gonna lie, I was a little… surprised, but hey, you don’t choose who you’re attracted to, right?” After everything that went down with Tracy the past year, I’m a little less judgmental than I was ten months ago when I took Debby home with me from the club. “I’m sorry if I made you feel bad that night. I was an asshole. In my defense, I was drunk as well, and going through some stuff.”
“I’m so fucked up,” she breathes, still crying. She clutches me, her nails digging into my back through my thin button-up shirt. “I can’t get off without thinking about her, you know. That night with you was the last time I had sex at all.” She shivers a little. “I used to have one-night stands all the time, but I feel so dirty since that night I went home with you. The look on your face when you found out… Oh God, it haunts me.”
“I’m sorry,” I tell her, stroking her hair. “I’m sorry I made you feel bad. I was just… a little shocked, I guess.”
Her nails dig in even more, and I gasp softly when one of her hands moves down, squeezing my ass. My cock jumps to attention right away, courtesy of my blue balls and watching Tracy walk around in that tight dress all day.
“I’m so horny all the time,” Debby moans, no longer crying. “All. The. Time. Do you think… I mean, you know. You already know.”
I try to push her away gently, not wanting to upset her even more, but she latches onto me like a vulture, her nails actually hurting me now. I grunt and try to get out of her grasp without shoving her away from me. She’s in heels, and I’m scared she’ll fall over if I move too carelessly.
“Debby, no,” I tell her, my voice a little hoarse. “I’m sorry, but we can’t-”
“Sure we can,” she insists, her hand moving from my ass to my cock, rubbing it through my pants. “You’re already hard for me, Thomas.”
I know I should shove her away now, but it feels so good to be touched again after being celibate for so long. For just a second, I allow myself to enjoy the fact that a hot blonde is moving her hand over my erection, but then I realize what I’m doing. I step away from her, breaking all contact between us.
I need to get the fuck away from her and go back to the party. Back to Tracy. I’m still hard, so I think of car crashes, dying puppies and ice-cold showers, hoping my cock will be a good boy and calm the fuck down.
“You know you want to,” Debby says in a seductive tone, her eyes still trained on me. She’s touching herself, pinching her left nipple though her dress while the other hand hikes up her dress so she can rub her hand over her silky black panties.
Ah fuck, my cock is right back to straining against my pants. I don’t want her, and I’m not going to touch her again, but damn my body is starved for some female attention.
“Don’t fight it, Thomas,” Debby moans, pleasuring herself while her eyes are on my crotch. “You’re so fucking hard. I want to feel you inside of me.”
My brain isn’t even working properly at this point. My cock is begging for me to unzip my pants, push Debby up against a tree, rip off her panties and feed her my erection until I’m balls deep inside of her. I need to get the fuck out of here before she comes over here and touches me again. The only girl I want is Tracy, but this whole thing caught me off guard so much that I’m taking way too long to shut this down completely.
“We’re not doing this,” I tell Debby, turning away from her so I can no longer watch her fingerfucking herself. “I’m seeing someone.” That’s a lie, but this is not the time to explain Tracy to her.
“No one needs to know,” Debby says in between moans. “Just fuck me while I think about my sister. You wouldn’t be so fucking hard if you didn’t want me, Thomas.”
I adjust my cock and decide to not wait until I’m no longer erect. That might take ages with how much my body is craving sex right now. “I need to go,” I say, trying to control myself. “Bye, Debby.” With that, I walk away from her and find a secluded spot far enough away from her to no longer hear her moans. It takes a few minutes before my dick is behaving itself again. Finally back to normal, I take a deep breath and walk back to my friends, who are headed inside to watch Aston and Annabel cut the cake. I look for Tracy, but I don’t see her anywhere.
“Hey, where’s Tracy?” I ask Dylan when I reach him.
He shrugs. “I saw her coming out of the kitchen earlier, but I haven’t seen her since. I though she was with you.”
“The kitchen?” I ask, a pit forming in my stomach.
As we watch Annabel rub cake all over Aston’s face, shrieking when he tries to do the same to her, I search the room, and then I see him. Michel. He is wearing professional all-black clothing, and he’s got the logo of his catering company printed across his chest. His eyes find mind across the room. Instead of giving me the same murderous gaze I’m giving him, he holds up his hand in greeting and smiles.
What the fuck is he so happy about?
Two girls step up beside him, and when he turns to look at them, I realize it’s Vicky and Tracy. Tracy’s hair is down now, tumbling down her back, looking soft and wild, and she’s looking at him with a sweet smile on her face.
What. The. Fuck.
This can’t seriously be happening.