Page 45 of Raine
She thrusts her hips forward and sparks fly behind my eyes, a throaty moan leaving my lips as she continues her tribbing assault, our pussies rubbing together through our itty-bitty shorts.
I grip her leg in my hand and the other squeezes her big tits. She whimpers, her eyes turning glassy, and I can see the lust reflected back in them. I meet her every thrust, our bodies moving as if we choreographed this instead of the dance we did moments ago. And perhaps we did; our bodies know each other’s intimately in the best possible ways.
Our climaxes build, and I can tell she’s close by her fragmented movements and stuttering breath, and I’m right there with her.
“Holy fuck, keep going, Starr, right there, baby.”
“I’m so close,” she whimpers, and I nod because I’m there with her. We come together, eyes open, gazing at one another.
I feel the guilt, disgust, and disappointment in myself as soon as my orgasm wanes, and I’m left staring at my friend breathless.
I shouldn’t have let this happen, and I sure as shit shouldn’t have encouraged Starr. So what if I’ve had a crush on her since she began? She’s my dancer and my employee, but the worst thing about all of this is, she is my friend. I took advantage of my position, even if she came onto me first.
I slide out from between her legs, glancing away, grateful that we at least stayed clothed for our little romp. I catch her reflection in the mirror and see the hurt written all over her beautiful face.
But as quickly as it was there, it’s gone. She ironed that shit away like it was never an emotion she’d experienced, and if I hadn’t caught it in the mirror, I would have been none the wiser.
I straighten my sports bra and shorts, stepping toward her, but I stop short. “I… I’m sorry, Starr.”
“What are you sorry for, girl? It was just a little fun.”
“I don’t want to lose our friendship over this.”
“Shut up, Raine. We didn’t even fuck.”
I hesitate, feeling awkward about what I’m about to say.
“You’re pretty much my only friend, Starr, well, apart from my brothers from other mothers… I shouldn’t have allowed that to happen. You mean too much to me.”
Her face softens, and she closes the distance between us, placing her hands on my shoulders. “I get it, Raine, but I got you. It was a little fun — well a lot of fun — but you won’t lose me, ok?” She placates me, and I feel the heaviness in my body fade away.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. And for the record, if you want any more fun, you know how to find me,” she says with a wink. “I must get going. I need to pick up some groceries for my mom.”
“Alright. I’ll meet you at Arcane a few hours prior to the show so we can go over what we rehearsed.”
We hug awkwardly, and I watch her leave the studio, a breath leaving my lips as I plonk down on the ground and bury my face in my hands.
My breathing picks up, and everything inside me feels tight, and I know I’m about to spiral. I bang my fist against my chest, the useless organ inside aching as my life plays like a damn fucked-up circus carousel in my head.
It isn’t kind in any way. If anything, it’s cruel, showcasing the most painful moments of my life, not to mention the asshole that I am, the people I hurt, and everything I’ve done wrong since I lost my parents.
I just need a little something to take the edge off of feeling anything more right now.
I rush inside, making sure the front door is locked and the gate as well, before I attempt to lose myself in the foggy bliss of ecstasy. Moving toward my room with intent, I release a sigh of relief when I spot the drugs and vodka still on the purple and black dresser.
Exhilaration buzzes through my system, and blood rushes in my ears. It always happens before I’m about to get high; the adrenaline and excitement pair with the knowingness that I’m about to numb everything inside. It’s euphoric to let go, to not… feel.
Reaching my dresser, I down a pill and pocket another, then snatch the vodka and take a healthy swallow, wincing from the burn.
Taking the bottle with me, I move toward my bed, plumping the pillows before I sit down and wait for the pills to take effect.
It doesn’t take long. I feel the smile tickle the side of my face as the ends of my fingers light up, tingles sparking all over. I grab my phone and begin cycling through my contacts, not sure who or why I’m entertaining calling someone.
Scrub that; I know why. Sex and ecstasy are something else when paired together. They don’t call it Lover’s Speed for nothing. The sex is fucking electric; everything just feels so fucking good.
My scrolling stops, and I hesitate on the contact, my finger hovering over the name. Seconds pass as my mind wars with itself, the good vs. the bad.
