“Probably until you comply,” she said without compassion.
“And why would I?”
He returned his attention to the screen. Bryna secretly loved how uninterested he acted because it meant she got to chase him at every turn. Eric was the kind of guy she loved and would fucking marry in a heartbeat if he weren’t gay. But he was. So, she consoled herself with his friendship and tried to fuck him at every opportunity.
“I’ve never been with a gay man,” she told him.
It was mostly true. There had been that time…but the gay guy hadn’t fucked her. He had fucked the other guy. She shook her head at the fond memories.
“This, I’m well aware of, but you’ve been with every other guy on campus.”
“Not every guy,” she said coyly, kicking off her pumps.
“Right,” he agreed, “not the gay ones.”
“Eric!” she chided.
They both knew that the statement wasn’t true. She enjoyed sex. She had a rather lavish sex life in fact, but she was careful about her reputation and who she slept with. She wasn’t easy. She wasn’t going to just give it up to anyone. There were a few exceptions along the way, but the last thing she wanted to be known for was having slept with every guy on campus.
She preferred to give it up to guys who she could get something out of. And even then, she was very particular about who she was digging. She didn’t always need the money. She did it for fun, for sport, for the challenge that college guys didn’t offer—except Eric, of course.
“Anyway, I’m your best friend, Bri. What do you want me to do?” he asked, licking his lips. His honey-colored eyes defiantly found hers. “Tie you up to the bed and have my way with you, so you can feel a gay guy’s dick? I promise, they all work the same.”
Bryna started to walk toward him, seductively placing one foot directly in front of the other. Her hips swayed in time with her steps, and she knew her breasts bounced just enough to draw attention. She tilted her chin down and eyed him thoughtfully. His eyes didn’t even register the motion.
“You’re right. I’m just teasing,” she said.
She stretched her body out next to him on the bed and curled into his side. Staring up at the scene of a woman now plunging a dildo in and out of another woman, Bryna realized how horny she really was. Lesbian porn never turned her on, but it had been so long that she couldn’t even stop herself. Her lower half began to pulse.
“Dear Lord, you’re overcharging,” Eric said, placing his hand on her abdomen.
“I know. I’m horny as fuck,” she murmured. She hid her face in his neck and smelled the faint touch of sex still on his skin. Bryna trembled and breathed deeper. It smelled like fucking heaven. “I might call up Rohde.”
Eric groaned, pulling away from her, at the mention of his fellow fraternity brother’s name. It was a bit ironic that they were in the same frat, and no one—let alone Rohde, who Eric hated—knew that Eric was gay. Very, very few were privy to that information.
“Really? Are you still letting that douche fuck you? I can’t possibly comprehend what you see in him. He’s a chronic, alcoholic, asshole, womanizer. He’s not worth a second of your time, Bri.”
“First, I’m not into him for anything but to satisfy a certain need that you refuse to quench,” she argued.
She always had to defend Rohde. He wasn’t a total creep to her, but she knew he had his moments.
“Second, just because he’s a binge-drinking frat boy doesn’t make him an alcoholic or an asshole. You should know!” She pointed her finger into his tanned chest, trying to punch in the last words.
“Yes, but I’m different. No one knows I’m gay. I have a reason to act like a moron frat boy. Rohde’s just a moron,” he quipped.
“Regardless, he’s some of the best sex I’ve had, and I’m not about to give that up without a really good fucking reason. And since I have to keep up appearances with everyone else, I think it’s all right for me to fuck a moron who treats me like a queen without any pretense.”
Another half-truth. Rohde treated her like a queen in bed, which she supposed was where it mattered. Once he came, he treated her about like everyone else.
“You choose your life, darling,” he said unsympathetically. “Speaking of, how is Mr.—or is he a doctor? I can’t keep them straight.”
“Doctor,” she cooed, extending her arm to show him the beautiful tennis bracelet sitting on her wrist.
Eric gasped, straightening and grasping her arm to examine the unbelievable piece of jewelry.
As he shifted, his penis fell against her leg, and she groaned.
“Eric, please.” Bryna pointed downward at him. She was trying desperately not to respond.
“God, Bryna, it’s not like you haven’t seen one before,” he sighed dramatically, shifting again to remove it from her leg.
She clenched her open hand into a fist and blew out. She really needed to rein in her sexual drive.
Eric still had a hold of her wrist, and he whistled slowly. “Damn girl, this thing had to have cost a fortune. Is it Tiffany’s?”
Bryna nodded proudly, remembering the powder blue box the doctor had pulled out of his suit coat pocket and then handed to her at lunch.
“When do you see him next? He better be getting hot pussy for this.”
“Nope,” she cried enthusiastically. “I broke up with him after he gave it to me.” It was always a treat, not to have to sleep with the guys to get what she wanted. Sometimes, it was better to use her powers of seduction without having to cross the line. It made the highs even better.
Eric gasped a second time. “Naughty girl. I love it! Your escapades astound me.”
“I know, right?” she said, admiring the cut of the diamonds strung on the chain. “You should have seen his face. He never saw it coming.”
“I don’t know how you do it,” he said. He fingered the diamond bracelet with envy.
“It’s a gift,” she breathed triumphantly. “Anyway, I’m taking the night off. Let’s party!”
“Girl, I’m spent,” he said, lying back and lifting his arms over his head.
He closed his eyes and seemed to be returning to the state of peace she had found him in when she burst through the door. He looked like fucking Adonis, and she wanted to eat him alive. Bryna shifted her weight to straddle him, and his eyes snapped open at the movement. Now, she had his attention.
“Bri,” he warned.
She placed a finger on his lips to silence him. He rolled his hazel eyes at her but complied nonetheless. Bryna wiggled her hips a bit on top of him and felt him stiffen under her weight. Reaching forward, she snatched the remote from the nightstand. He eyed her curiously, clearly waiting for her to shut off the television, but he didn’t comment. He just waited and let her do what she wanted. She liked when he got like that. Finding the volume button, Bryna turned up the sound louder until the room was filled with pants, grunts, moans, and cries of elation as the women pleasured each other on the screen. Eric arched an eyebrow at her, but he couldn’t deny that it was sexy.
Tossing the remote onto the table, she let it clatter until it hit the lamp and stopped.
In imitation of what was going on behind her, Bryna began softly stroking her own body. She already had a heightened sexual appetite and incredibly sensitive skin, so even the faintest touches caused her to gasp. Her hands pushed down from her collarbones to cup her breasts, barely hidden under her red dress, which was already hiked up to the top of her thighs. She massaged her breasts in circles, tossing her head back dramatically, while purring in delight. Tugging lightly on the straps of her dress, she let the top fall to her stomach, displaying a white lace bra, and hidden underneath were her perky, large breasts. Her smile was devilishly playful when she next looked at Eric. He was just staring at her, unmoving, but he wasn’t completely uninterested. Her hands returned to the soft contours of her breasts. She touched them and prodded them for his display. After unsnapping the clasp at the back of her bra, she threw it across the room and let her breasts fall gloriously out of their enclosure. Proud of her naturally incredible rack, she let him stare for a few seconds. She didn’t give him much more time to stare than to get a full view of them before she went back to work on them. She pinched the nipples until they hardened, savoring the buildup she was creating for her own body.