“Don’t bogart that,” Donna complained.
Kendra wasn’t fazed.
“You can have the next one,” she announced.
Donna looked at Mr. Happy and realized he hadn’t slacked at all.
“Well, girl, get busy then.”
Kendra opened another condom and put it on me. She was soon naked, and I appreciated the differences between the two women. Donna looked like a Valkyrie with her hard body in pink stockings and miniskirt, while Kendra’s curves simply oozed sex appeal. Kendra had me sit on the toilet and straddled my legs. Her velvet glove took me with ease as she began to ride me. Her body was made for sex.
I absolutely loved how everything jiggled and swayed each time we came together. Reaching around her, I got two handfuls of Kendra’s backside and massaged her cheeks as she used me. I might have gone all night. That was until her velvet glove turned into a velvet vise as she had a thundering orgasm.
I let out a bellow to announce I was joining her as I slammed in deep.
“Oh, no, you don’t,” Donna announced.
She physically lifted Kendra off me and ripped off my condom. This girl wasn’t missing out. I couldn’t hold back as I let loose a jet that caught Donna square in the face. Kendra let out a giggle at Donna’s shocked expression. My next shot covered her neck and upper chest.
“Damn, I missed your hair,” I said.
At least Kendra thought I was funny.
That was when I came to my senses. Everyone probably wondered where we’d gone. We helped Kendra dress and sent her out first, then Donna cleaned herself up while I got dressed.
“Kara is a lying bitch. She said you were undersized and terrible in the sack. I bet she just didn’t want to share. I can’t wait until she gets home so I can kick her butt.”
“She told me you only liked girls,” I made up.
“What!? That bitch is dead to me. I kept telling her I wanted to try you once, even if you turned out to be worthless. I figured I’d make you give me head if all else failed,” Donna said, sharing way too much information.
“Let me put it this way: Adrienne says I’m the best guy who’s ever given her head.”
“Want to prove that?” she asked.
“Maybe we can get my friend Tony to film us, and you can send a copy to Kara as payback,” I suggested.
“You are evil. That would be perfect.”
Welp, I’d done it again. My mouth had written a check my butt might not want to pay. I shook my head and laughed.
“I’m serious,” Donna whined.
“Yeah, I’m sure you are. Before I can even think about that, I need something to drink. Let’s go find everyone before they send out search parties.”
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Sometimes I wonder why the rule is that a man should never share his sexual adventures with the guys. But for women, it’s perfectly fine to blab everything to their girl friends. When I came back to the table, Kendra and Nancy had their heads together. I quickly figured out what they were talking about because Nancy looked at me and blushed. Donna was quickly surrounded by a group of models, and they were all giggles and sly looks soon after.
Jill must have been eavesdropping because she was at my side, giving me the eye.
“What?” I asked.
“You really are a slut.”
“I never said I wasn’t.”
“Why didn’t you take me to the bathroom? I hear it’s your go-to move now,” she bitched.
“I would never do that to my brother because he would never forgive me,” I enlightened her.
Not that she and I hadn’t had this discussion more than once.
“Phil and I are not getting back together. Besides, I would never tell him.”
I shook my head. If Jill had been eighteen, I might have been tempted. Only she wasn’t. Who was I trying to fool? Yes, I was interested. The problem was, the two women I’d just been with were every bit as appealing in looks. That said, I liked Jill. She was smart, had a wicked sense of humor, and if she hadn’t been dating my brother … well, we would never find out.
“The problem is, I would know. While Phil’s a little dumbass at times, he’s a good guy. You’re making a mistake by not taking him back. He thinks the world of you and, to be candid, you need him,” I said.
“Why do you say I need him?”
I tried to come up with a way to say it without making her mad.
“You just said I was a slut. Like you, it’s easy for me to hook up. I suspect that if you wanted to, you could have any guy you chose. The girls tonight weren’t interested in me other than how I looked, and possibly because of my celebrity; I was simply another notch in the lipstick case. Mind you, I would be the last person to say that no-strings sex doesn’t have a certain appeal. There’s a reason I’m a slut,” I said.
“Still not seeing the downside of dumping Phil,” Jill said.
“No, I get that,” I said and chuckled. I wasn’t explaining this very well. “You want to know the best sex I ever had?”
“Rumor has it it was Adrienne,” Jill offered.
I thought for a moment and smiled. She might have me there.
“I will not confirm or deny that we’ve been together. But you’re right; if we had, it would be special,” I said and gave her a faraway look of longing.
Jill punched me in the chest. She could tell I was teasing her.
“Where was I?” I asked, acting confused. “Oh, yeah, why you shouldn’t dump Phil. The happiest I’ve ever been was when Brook and I were together.”
“Even when you dated Pam, Halle, and Zoe, too?”
“It got even better once we committed to each other. I never realized that sex with someone you loved would be so much better than just sex until I experienced it. Not once did I ever regret any of the time I spent with Brook. I can’t say that about some of the people I’ve hooked up with. If I had it to do all over again, I probably wouldn’t cast such a wide net,” I shared.
“Honestly?” Jill asked.
Jill looked earnest; she wasn’t just giving me a hard time. She really wanted to know.
“Okay, some of that was BS. My dick talks me into doing stuff. For the most part, I’m okay with that for now. It’s not such a big deal for a guy to be called a slut. What I don’t want for you is to be thought of like Lisa Felton was. Remember how everyone treated her? Guys were constantly hitting on her, and no one had any respect for her. I don’t want that for you,” I explained.
She considered what I’d told her. Then our eyes locked. Uh oh.
“I wouldn’t be considered a slut if I dated you.”
I’ll give her credit; she didn’t give up. That tenacity would serve her well, I predicted. She would need it if she became a model.
“What’s so wrong with Phil?” I asked to deflect her.
“He has no idea what he’s doing in bed,” she reminded me.
“That can be fixed. I’ll have my brother Greg talk to him, plus you have to help him.”
“How?”
“Open your mouth and give him directions. He wants to please you. Believe me,” I said earnestly.
Her shoulders slumped.
“Okay, I can tell you’re not going to cave. I’ll take him back,” Jill said, not sounding happy.
Phil might be better off with someone who didn’t consider him a consolation prize. It would have been like me dating Peggy Pratt when I first started high school. I would have been with someone way out of my league. I couldn’t begrudge my brother his chance to date his dream girl, even if she wasn’t entirely into him. He wouldn’t care even if I did tell him, so I filed that away.
“Oh,” Jill said, perking up. “I forgot to tell you. You and I are doing a gig tomorrow.”
My head snapped around, and I found Tyler and Adrienne. Their expressions told me they both realized that Jill had just informed me that they’d snaked me into another job. The evil duo knew I would help Jill get started. I just wished they’d asked me first.