"Oh yeah big boy." Penelope whispered as she sucked me off and I pushed her head down. I didn't want to hear her voice. If I heard her voice my mind would know it wasn't Clementine. She bobbed her head up and down on my lap and I reached down and grabbed her tits and squeezed. She moved back to sit on my lap but I pushed her down.
"Not yet." I shook my head and adjusted myself so I was in front of her. I grabbed her tits and pushed them together and moved my c**k up and started titty f**king her. Her eyes widened and I turned my face away from her. I didn't want to see her face. Looking at her made me feel guilty and I could feel myself growing soft as my body realized I was with her and not Clementine. After about a minute, she must have realized that my c**k was no longer hard and she reached out and started rubbing it again, but it didn't help. I pulled away from her and shifted on the seat.
"Sorry, I must be too drunk." I lied as I looked at the disappointment on her face.
"Let me blow you again." She leaned forward and reached for my cock. "I'll get you hard with mouth and then I can ride you."
"I don't have any condoms." I lied and shrugged. "My bad."
"Oh." She sat back and looked at me with an anxious face. "You can go down on me if you want or you can suck my tits." Her voice trailed off and I stared at her trying to hide my disgust. What were we doing here? How had it come to this? I'd much preferred her when she was being a bitch.
"Maybe next time." I shook my head and looked away. "Maybe you should pull your dress up." I opened the door and got out of the truck. I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket and grabbed it quickly.
"Sorry I couldn't talk before I left. Elliott has been a bit jealous over our friendship, so I figured I should just go. :("
My heart warmed at Clementine’s text. "It's fine. Just don't do it again." I hit send and waited for a response.
"What you doing?" Penelope got out of the back of the truck and I looked up at her.
"Nothing." I looked away, barely able to look her in the face. Her boobs were still almost popping out and all I could think about was my c**k shriveling up as I'd tried to titty f**k her.
"Do you want to go back to your place?" She walked over to me, pleading in her eyes. "I can drive us."
"Nah." I shook my head and text Clementine. "What are you doing?"
"Going home, it's a long story."
"Oh no!" Yes! I thought to myself.
"I'll talk more later. Ttyl." She text back and I bit my lower lip wondering what was going on.
"So what do you want to do?" Penelope asked me softly.
"I'm about to peace out." I shrugged. "I think we should both catch a ride home. To our separate homes."
"Am I going to see you again?" She bit her lower lip and I cursed myself mentally. Why had I attempted a drunken hookup with Clementine’s friend?
"Sure." I nodded and wondered how I was going to tell Clemmie I had messed around with her friend.
"Okay." She smiled. "Maybe we can go on a double date with Clementine and Elliott." She ran her hands through her hair. "I think that will be fun."
"Uh huh." I smiled weakly at her.
"It's a pity you were drunk." She giggled. "You really seemed to enjoy my mouth though."
I shuddered as I stared at her and I felt myself stilling. I had only grown hard because I had been thinking about Clementine going down on me. I groaned as I realized this was the second time I had needed to think of Clementine before feeling horny. What was happening to me? I groaned inwardly as I thought about how jealous I felt about Clementine and Elliott. I f**king had a hard-on for Clemmie. I knew that every fiber of my body wanted to be in her. I needed to taste and touch every inch of her. Only then would I be able to function as I used to before. I sighed as I realized what a precarious position our friendship would be in if we f**ked. I didn't want to risk it. She was worth more than sex to me.
"You okay, Rhett?" Penelope frowned at me and I shook my head.
"Nah. I gotta go home." I closed my eyes as I realized just how f**ked up everything was. "I gotta go home."
Chapter Nine
"When we were young, we never wondered who we were. When we were young, we never cared about no one. When we were young, we thought the world was at our feet. When we were young, we thought we were destined to be it. Now we are old, we know not what we do. Now we are old, we think about only you."
I lay in bed singing the song that Clementine and I had written when we were 16 years old. It made me smile and frown both at the same time. I missed my easy friendship with Clementine. I missed the way we used to finish each other's sentences and just assume that the other person would be available to hang out and talk. I missed how comfortable we used to be with each other. I missed writing songs with her. When I was about eleven years old, there was a game that Clementine and I used to play called sing that song. We would create lyrics to a song and try and come up with a melody to the song and sing it together as if we were in a band. It wasn't anything serious and we didn't create songs that were super profound or lyrical, but it was something that bonded us together. It was something we both had in common. It was something we both loved to do. "When we were young, we never wondered who we were." I sang the lyrics again and smiled to myself. How true those words hard turned out to be.
I grabbed my phone and sent her a text message: when we were young, we never cared about no one. I typed fast and pressed send. I lay there staring at the phone, wondering if she would bother to text me back. I wouldn't have been surprised if she had ignored me. I knew she was angry at me and what was going on with her and Elliott. I knew she was mad that things had changed between us. I knew she felt confused. I didn't blame her. I felt confused as well. I didn't understand why I was acting the way that I did. I didn't want her like that. I didn't want to date her. Yet, I didn't want her to be with Elliott. It annoyed me to think about her with him. Some might even say I was jealous, but I didn't do jealousy. I was just concerned about her. I didn't want her to lose herself in a relationship that wasn’t right for her and I knew that Elliott was not the guy for her. He was boring and he could never make her laugh like I did. I also knew that he was a jerk. After what he’d said last night about titty f**king her, I knew he was no better than me or Tomas. He only pretended to be a nice guy.
I also knew that he didn't really like me. I knew that he didn't think I was a great friend. Just like Penelope. Though, I didn’t want to think about her. I was hoping that she would forget what had happened last night. I felt embarrassed and ashamed for both of us. I still didn’t really like her as I knew she had tried to ruin my relationship with Clementine. I was fed up of people coming into Clemmie’s life and trying to break us apart.