March Contest – Image 1 as well as another “smutify” song theme piece.
“Oh for fuck’s sake!”
The voice appears out of nowhere, cutting through the ambient noise of a Gilmore Girls episode on TV, which up till now had been acting as the only sound and light in the room. After a second of startled shock, I compose myself enough to recognize my roommate Quinn, back early from her trip home.
Her eyes dart back and forth as she stands in the doorway, processing the scene. I’m sure it’s not a good look, me standing there with my second bucket of ice cream next to a half-empty pizza box. It also doesn’t help that I’m only wearing a hoodie and haven’t showered in days. My cheeks burn as I drop my head in shame.
“Guess it’s a good thing I came back early.” She walks in, tossing her bags to the side and scanning the rest of the messy, depressing apartment before turning back to me. “We’re going out!”
I cackle at her absurd proposal.
“Look at me. The only place I’m going is right back onto this couch.”
With the ice cream bucket still in hand, I crash back down and turn my attention to the TV. Quinn rolls her eyes and joins me.
“Avery, it’s been two weeks! You need to break out of this funk.”
“I know, I just….can’t! All I do is picture me, with him. I just want to call him mine again.”
As I turn to face her I am met with another eye roll.
“You were miserable and you know it! Did he ever once say he wanted to be with you? Did he ever put you first? Did he ever get you what you wanted? He is a selfish, wannabe musician who just mooched off and used you.”
“He was getting better-”
I pause as the obvious red flag in that response sinks in for the first time. Quinn reaches down and takes my hand.
“Oh sweetie, he put you on. When it suited him he would turn on the charm and compassion before tossing it aside when he got what he wanted. You are a kind person and fell for the act. You even fell for that stupid “love” song he wrote. You need to move on.”
She glances at the TV and continues.
“What would Lorelei do?”
“She cries in bed!” I blurt out my defense in an undercutting, high pitched squeal. She lets a slight chuckle slip before her serious demeanor returns.
“Yeah, at the beginning, but then she pulls herself together and gets back out there. Be like Lorelei.”
I lower my eyes.
“So here’s what we’re going to do. You are going to shower, put on a slutty but confidence boosting outfit, come downtown to that new bar with me…”
She lifts my chin. As my eyes meet her stoic gaze, a shiver tingles through me.
“And you are going to get what you want.”
Quinn returns to our table, a high top next to the window, with our drinks and a little smirk.
“There are quite a few options here tonight. I think this is the perfect spot for a rebound.”
She’s not wrong, the bar is packed with people around our age. Dealing with guys at bars is usually my nightmare, but I have to admit there are a few I wouldn’t mind talking to. Although I don’t want Quinn to know that yet.
“I…don’t think I’m ready. I’ll have a few drinks but I think I need more time.”
“We’ll see.” She gives a sly little smile as she looks back toward the bar. “What about those two? I talked to them a little. They’re pretty hot and actually held a decent conversation.”
I audibly groan.
“You’re not gonna give up are you?”
“Nope! Listen, I know it’s tough right now, but this is for the best. You were drowning in that relationship, even you know that. You were miserable but too scared to leave. He did you a favor. Thank him in the best way possible.”
I look away, unable to face the obvious truth.
“Remember all those fantasies you told me about, the ones you’ve never gotten to experience? There are some seriously hot and scandalous desires in that head of yours. Now you can actually experience them instead of picturing it alone in your room with a vibrator. You are overdue for a hoe phase!”
“Ugh Quinn!”
I knew that night was going to come back to haunt me. One too many glasses of wine combined with some sexual frustration was all it took to spill my deepest fantasies to her.
“Oh please, I hear you all the time. Moaning up to the ceiling after another unsatisfying night with ‘Mr. Ten Pumps and Pass Out’. When was the last time you were eaten out properly? When was the last time you flung your head back while riding some good dick? When was the last time you got pressed down into the pillow and fucked while your eyes roll back?”
I blush and flash pleading eyes in her direction. The bar is loud, but she isn’t exactly being very covert. My concern doesn’t seem to faze her as she continues on.
“People can live a hundred years without living a minute, remember? So Get. What. You. Want.”
She leans in closer.
“Like your idol said, there’s plenty to do tonight that we can be mortified about tomorrow.”
She’s playing me like a fiddle, peppering the show quotes in effortlessly. I hate that it’s working.
“Now, I’m going to go bring those two guys over. You do whatever you need to get in the right mindset.”
I watch as she struts back over to the bar, heading directly toward the two guys, her tight black dress drawing looks from the men around her as she passes. A tinge of jealousy swells as she effortlessly slides up and begins the conversation. I wish I could be like her sometimes, free and confident. She has no regrets and always goes after what she wants. Why can’t I be like that too? Everything she said is true, why is it so hard to embrace?
A few minutes pass until Quinn walks back toward me, only now with the two guys in tow. A wave of anxiety consumes me as they approach. This is really happening. Unsure what to do, I nervously adjust my own outfit, a lacy tube top and above the knee skirt, and watch them approach.
“This is my friend Avery,” she announces as she reaches the table, then turns to me, “and Avery, I shit you not, meet Dave and Marty.”
An ear to ear grin forms on her face as she says the names. The boys exchange puzzling glances, but we both understand. I don’t necessarily believe in fate, but this seems like a pretty good sign.
I down my drink, take a breath, and attempt a rebound.
After a few drinks we ditched the bar and made our way to the boys’ place. At some point, the conversation turned to Mario Kart and Quinn seized the opportunity. She boasted the claim of being the best, which was naturally challenged by the boys. We both grew up playing the game, and still play today, but I don’t think Quinn truly cares if she is actually the best. She got exactly what she wanted.
While I haven’t been able to completely shed my apprehension toward Quinn’s goal for the night, I am much more relaxed. Maybe it’s because I’m several drinks in, more than I have drank in a while, or maybe it’s because I’m actually having a good time in God knows how long. I don’t remember the last time my mind wasn’t stuck on him.
It also helps that Dave and Marty are as easy to be around as Quinn expected. The conversation flowed at the bar and has carried over here as well. Although now, several races in, there is more of a flirty vibe starting to come through. While Quinn is undoubtedly the main cause for this shift, the boys have kept up admirably. It’s only me who is still lagging a bit. Still, under the surface, I feel a desire starting to grow-
The sound of my phone’s ringer disrupts the current race. As I look down, my character on the screen scoots off the side of the track.
“Avery! Focus!”
Quinn’s shout doesn’t faze me though, as the name on the caller ID drowns out the world around me.
Derek.
My mind races as I debate what to do. Every part of me wants to answer the call, maybe things have changed. Maybe he can change.
I look up and see Quinn, who noticed the name, now shaking her head. It doesn’t matter though, I know what I am going to do. With my phone in hand, I excuse myself to the other room.
“Hey,” I nervously begin, holding onto a fragile sliver of hope as I answer the call. The noise on the other end is garbled at first, but after a few seconds I hear his voice.
“What? Can you- Hey!”
A warmth fills me at the sound of his voice, but fades quickly as he continues on.
“Are you home? I want to come by.”
The words slur through the phone. I’ve known him long enough to know he’s drunk.
“You…want to come by?” That fragile sliver shatters, it’s obvious what this is now.
“Yeah, you know, I miss you.”
The slurring is getting worse by the second.
“Are you serious? You dumped me.”
“No…I…let’s just talk. I’ll come over.”
“You dump me and then weeks later you want to come over drunk, just to fuck me and move on again?”
My mind flashes back to all the other times he pulled this, showing up late or asking me to come over. All those times I satisfied him only to be forgotten about myself. A new feeling starts to bubble up.
“Aw come on, don’t you miss me? It can be just like old times.”
Something snaps inside me. Quinn was right, he never cared. Never felt the same way I did. He just used me.
“No!” I attempt to suppress the rage suddenly exploding through me. “I can’t do this. You had your chance and you blew it. As far as I’m concerned, you are out of sight, out of mind.”
“Baby, don’t be like that-”
“Shut your mouth!”
My attempt to suppress it fails. The words come out uncontrollably now.
“I just can’t take this! Again and again and again!”
I take a deep breath, trying to stop the spiral.
“You know what? Thank you Derek. Thanks to you, and this pathetic attempt, I now know what I really want. I want to be done with you.”
“Wait-”
I end the call as my heart races. The weight that has been dragging me down for weeks begins to melt away. It feels like I can breathe for the first time as a rush of energy floods in. For the first time in ages, I beam, like I’m walking on air. I can’t remember the last time I felt this happy.
“Hey, everything okay?” Quinn suddenly appears behind me. I turn to face her, still grinning ear to ear.
“Yeah.” I giggle as I continue on. “I’m so moving on.”
There’s no hiding the excitement on her face. Before I can react she reaches around and pulls me in for a bear hug.
“Finally! I think you are ready for a rebound. Time to get what you want.”
Get what you want.
What else do I want? My mind races, everything becoming clearer by the second. So much time wasted. So many things missed out on. Quinn is right. I need to do something crazy, something worthy of christening a new era of my life. Something that’s only ever been a distant fantasy, locked away.
I break the hug.
“I think it’s time we add some stakes to these races. I’ve got an idea.”
Quinn’s face contorts to a confused glare as I walk past her back to the living room.
“Wait!” She reaches out and stops me. “Before we go back out, which guy do you want? I can’t tell, and they both seem interested, so your pick.”
Get what you want.
“I want both.”
Her expression turns to utter surprise. I flash a devilish grin and slowly move to the doorway.
“And you.”
I’ve never actually played a true strip game before. The boys agreed to it without protest, as expected, but Quinn was a little more reluctant at first, perhaps worried about my sudden change of heart.
Now, the game is almost at an end. The two boys sit on either side of us, both down to just their boxers while attempting to hide the bulges becoming more obvious by the second. Quinn sits to the right of me with only a thong remaining and her breasts exposed, most likely the cause of said bulges. I currently have the most clothes left, both my bra and panties.
All eyes are glued to the action on the TV as we frantically try to win what might be the last race. The rules are whoever finishes fourth has to strip, and whoever wins gets to pick someone to strip. Currently, I am first and Marty is last.
“Come on Avery!” Quinn yells as I approach the finish line.
I practically shake in excitement as I cruise across, securing the win. Quinn follows in second, then Dave, and finally Marty.
“Well I assume you know who I will pick.” I glance over at Dave. “Go ahead boys, let’s see what you are hiding.”
The boys sigh but begin the process of stripping off the last of their clothes. To my left, Marty quickly slings the boxers off without attempting to conceal anything. His dick flops out and up, already almost completely hard. I turn to the right and see a more apprehensive Dave trying to conceal his obvious erection as he kicks his boxers off.
The sight of their dicks now exposed awakens something inside me, a feral longing that I haven’t felt in a long time. I actually crave them, like an insatiable thirst has taken me. It takes everything in me not to dive face first into Marty’s lap.
“So what now?” Marty glances back and forth between Quinn and I.
“I think Avery is calling the shots now.” She looks at me. “Well?”
My mind scrambles to form something coherent through the fog of desire now consuming me. It’s like the dam broke, and all the pent up lust that I’ve been repressing is now gushing free.
Get what you want.
“I won’t speak for Quinn, but I’ll make a deal with you guys. I’ll strip naked too, but I want something in return.”
I can see their restrained excitement.
“What do you want?” Marty giddily asks, failing at playing it cool.
With all three sets of eyes locked onto me, I reach behind and unclip my bra, letting it drop into my lap. Then I lean back, shifting my hips up, and slide my panties off.
I turn to Marty and spread my legs open. He stares at my now exposed pussy utterly mesmerized, as the other two sit back astounded.
“Take a guess.”
Marty doesn’t reply to my taunting, but instead moves toward me like a moth to light, his eyes never wavering from their target. He kisses his way up my thigh, in a painfully slow tease. My heart races as he gets closer and closer…
Finally he lands, and slowly licks all the way bottom to top. Without even realizing, I shudder and let out a long, drawn out moan. Quinn was right, I honestly don’t remember the last time a tongue has explored me like this. Fuck I’ve miss it.
Fueled by my response he pulls me in and goes to work. I lay back, staring at the ceiling as I lose myself in the sensations. There are sounds of conversation and movement nearby, but I don’t care. I close my eyes and focus on him, on each glorious circle and swipe of his tongue. Back and forth, slow and meticulous…
A soft thud on the floor snaps me back. I look over just in time to see Quinn lay back next to me, now naked, and Dave’s head between her thighs. Apparently, they made the same deal. She locks eyes with me as Dave begins to work.
“I like this deal,” she breathes out before her own soft whimpering fills the air. Not even during our wildest college escapades did we ever do something like this, both of us laying fully naked next to each other as two strange men eat us out.
I try to focus on Marty but find myself leering to the action next to me. Quinn reaches down and playfully tugs at Dave’s hair as he reaches up to tease her breasts. She bites her lip and shifts her head away from me. The noises coming out of her quicken and become more strained as she starts to squirm. She must be close.
I’ve never seen a woman cum before in real life, only in porn. Quinn’s head leans back as her body tenses and back arches. The dampened moans from before begin to grow louder. Her legs begin to shake as she clenches down on Dave’s hair. When the moment finally arrives, her whole body trembles and flushes red.
It’s the hottest thing I have ever seen in my life.
At the same moment, Marty hits just the right spot. The combination of him and her is all it takes. I watch Quinn as long as I can and shout “Fuck!” out loud as my turn arrives.
Everything blurs for a second and then I feel it, a leg shaking, mind melting, soul satisfying finish.
I haven’t cum like this in years.
As I come back down there is only one thing I know for sure: I want more.
Get what you want.
With my whole body still trembling I pry myself up off the floor. Quinn tries to make eye contact, probably wondering what the next move is, but I decide for myself before she can get an answer. I turn, push Marty onto his back, and take his cock in my mouth.
“Holy shit!”
I can hear the genuine shock in Quinn’s voice. I’m even surprised with myself. I don’t know what’s driving me, it’s almost like my body is acting on its own, without any consideration to the scene around me. Even the blow job is sloppy and animalistic, unlike any I’ve given before. I gag and push deeper and deeper onto Marty’s dick as he grunts and gasps above me.
A hand lightly caresses down my ass until it delivers a quick, stinging spank on my right cheek. I whimper as Quinn’s laugh immediately follows. The sudden sting reminds me of the world beyond Marty and I, which I blocked out the moment I went down. In my impulsive decision, I failed to consider that my whole backside, including my soaked, exposed pussy, was now on display for the other two in the room.
Out of the corner of my eyes I see Quinn crawling toward me with a mischievous smile, a worrying sight in my current situation. She leans in and whispers into my ears.
“You said you want all of us right?”
I nod frantically, trying not to impede my efforts on Marty. Quinn disappears again and an excruciating few seconds follow as my mind races through all the possibilities.
Then I feel it. A finger, sliding up and down inside my lips, ends my tormenting wait. I assume it’s Dave, his clumsy, crude efforts seem more akin to a man than woman. His finger withdraws but is immediately replaced with his tip slowly pushing inside of me, triggering a muffled string of incoherent noise out of me. He then begins to thrust, slow at first but picking up speed with every stroke.
A new hand enters the scene immediately after, softer and more delicate in nature. She starts with my breasts, but then glides her way down. With almost surgical precision, she finds my clit and begins her own stimulation, a mixture of circling and light taps. I wonder if this is how she gets herself off.
With Dave and Quinn now working my lower half, I begin to struggle with Marty. He must sense it too, as his hand grabs the back of my head and begins to guide me up and down. At this point Marty is doing most of the work, thrusting into me as I do my best to take all of him.
I imagine the scene from above. Dave’s hands on my hips as he slams into me full force. Marty pulling my face down onto him as I drool and gag. Quinn’s relentless teasing of my clit. Then there’s me, just a helpless plaything in between the three.
“Over him now?”
Quinn brings me back to reality, the subtle hot air of her breath following her whispers.
“Mmmhmmm,” is all manage to whimper out.
“Cum for us.”
The feeling I’ve been staving off gains strength at her demand. Between that and the ongoing barrage upon every sensitive area, I’m sure it won’t be long.
“Cum like you do in all those fantasies.”
The throbbing feeling spikes, pushing me to the edge.
“Cum like the now free slut you are.”
She barely finishes the thought when Marty explodes inside my mouth. He babbles and grunts above me as his cock pulses, pushing me beyond the tipping point.
I release him and frantically swallow before screaming out. Everything around me stands still as I cum for the second time, somehow even more intense than the first. The waves pulse out across me and surrender myself into ecstacy.
The first sound that comes through as my senses return is the deep groan of Dave behind me. As more of myself returns, I realize he is no longer thrusting. Apparently the sight of my convulsing finish was enough to send him over as well.
As he pulls out, I allow my body to go limp and slump down to the floor, my heart beating so fast it feels like it may pop out of my chest. Waves of various sensations continue to careen through me like electrical currents, though they are gradually softening with each passing second. A hand delicately brushes the hair out of my face, and I look up to see Quinn kneeling over me.
“I think it’s safe to say you’re in your hoe phase now.”
I laugh at her teasing, way harder than called for, but I can’t help it in my euphoric state. In fact, despite everything so far, I’m still feeling a little devious. As I continue to stare up at her, I twist and extend my arm in between her kneeling legs, and watch the face above me cycle between a satisfied smirk, confusion, and then shock.
“Care to join me in a hoe phase?”
In an agonizingly slow fashion, I slide my finger along her dripping pussy, watching her eyes grow wide.
“Holy fuck…absolutely!” That craving feeling comes rushing back as she slowly grinds down on my fingers.
“You boys ready for another round yet?”
The boys reappear in my peripheral vision, but I remain locked on Quinn, the friend who dragged me out of my sulking despair and gave me a night that I will never forget. A friend I want to immediately repay.
“I think it’s her turn.”
Two Weeks Later
I scroll through the never ending messages from Derek, the ones I’ve ignored the past two weeks. His spiral has been fun to watch but it’s time to put an end to it, especially with the tone of the last message:
“I know you are miserable, you’re just too scared. You still love me and you know it. We can fix this, go back to the way things used to be.”
Next to me the man Quinn and I took home, whose name I can’t recall, snoozes away. Quinn remains on the other side of him, also passed out. I smile, thinking about the events that occurred in this bed tonight, and then write out the final text I will ever send to Derek.
“I think I’m going to pass. Life has just been too much fun since you’ve been gone. Goodbye Derek.”
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