Chapter One

 

The cargo pants sat low on my hips. They seemed loose and casual - in front - kind of grungy and wrinkled, with a soft cloth belt of the same gray fabric going through the pant loops and tied casually in front. In the rear, they were a lot less wrinkled, and nicely form-fitting across my butt. But not too tight! I didn't want anyone to get the wrong idea. Like I was showing off my butt. Which I was.

But mostly I was showing off my belly. I worked hard on my belly, on my midriff. I have an outstanding midriff, not just flat, but firm. And in the right light, at the right angle, you can see the concave form of the muscles beneath. Nothing too obvious, but you could detect the traces.

I didn't want to seem like some kind of weightlifter chick, after all. I wasn't going to carry exercising to that extent.

The halter wasn't too tight but didn't hide that I'm far from flat-chested. Maybe I'm not quite up to being called 'busty' but my breasts are certainly better than those of most of my friends, not just in size but in shape. And the few girls I know with bigger boobs (leaving out the overweight girls) don't have ones as firm as mine.

So they looked very nice in whatever I wore. But I was showing off my midriff to take eyes OFF my breasts. Which I did fairly often, and I'd explained that to my girlfriends so they wouldn't accuse me of showing off. I was doing the opposite. Or so I said. I was showing off, of course. But I was showing off my midriff, not my boobs.

Looking like I do, I have to be careful where I go and what I wear when I go there. I wanted to look hot and sexy, of course. But I didn't want guys hitting on me when I was busy doing something else. I also didn't want to have them leering at me or saying things that would embarrass me.

So I walked quickly, and with my earpods in my ears drowning out whatever might be said. I didn't even have to carry a purse. Not with these pants. They have tons of big pockets. Even if you ignore the ones behind, which I do. I'm not going to put stuff in my rear pockets unless it's something really thin like a credit card or transit pass.

I pretended to ignore everyone as I breezed along the sidewalk, but I was aware of every face turned in my direction even as I pretended otherwise. I wished I had a camera to see behind me, too.

I'm a repressed exhibitionist, I guess. Or maybe I just care too much about how others see me.

But you can probably say the same thing about most girls.

It was just starting to get dark when I reached the door and swung it open, then stepped into a tiny lobby. There was another door in front of me, and a small intercom on the wall with a half dozen buttons. I pressed the button for Lexi's apartment.

"Hullo?"

"It's me," I said.

The door buzzed and I stepped through into a very narrow corridor with cheap carpet, then headed up a very narrow staircase with cheap carpet to the top, where there was another very narrow corridor with cheap carpet.

Okay, it wasn't a palace. Still, it was better than I could afford, which was why I was still living at home with my parents. I walked down the poorly lit hall to number three and knocked, and Lexi opened the door.

"Hey," we both said at once.

I stepped inside and she closed, locked, and bolted the door behind me. Such is the life of a single girl living alone in the city.

"Hey," I said to Ashley and Tess.

They were sitting on the sofa by the window watching MTV.

"Bitch," Ashley said. "Cover up that ugly stomach."

I gave her the finger.

"I love her stomach," Tess said. "I want to run my tongue over it."

I gave her the same finger.

"Want a drink? Help yourself," Lexi said.

"I'm good."

Lexi dropped heavily into the upholstered chair and I shoved Ashley over and sat on the sofa.

"What are you guys up to?"

"Talking about cock teasing," Ashley said.

"And here you are," Lexi said with a grin.

I gave her my middle finger too.

Lexi was a petite blonde with a very sweet face and was wearing a baby-T and a pair of shorts. She worked as a dental hygienist. Which was why she had money. Ashley, by contrast, worked at Costco. They paid way better than other stores but it was still not a ton.

"We were talking about eating popsicles," she said.

"Popsicles?" I frowned.

"It's hot. Don't you like popsicles?"

"I dunno. I guess."

"Ever try to eat one in front of guys?'

"Oh, yeah. That can be fun," I said, grinning.

There's just no way for a girl to eat a popsicle without guys thinking other things if you get what I mean.

"But it's not like it takes much to turn a guy on."

"You should start one of those online porn site things," Tess said.

Tess called herself pansexual, which as far as I can determine just means she'll fuck anyone. She had very short dark hair in a kind of bob and was fit, if mostly flat. I mean, not completely, but her boobs were really small. And she was very jealous of mine as well as fixated on getting her hands and lips on them.

"I'm still trying to figure out what I want to do in life but porn star isn't it," I replied. "Besides, you know all those girls are going to be replaced by AI in a couple of years."

"Probably all actors will be," Lexi said.

"Lots of jobs are going to go. The trick is to find one that can't be quickly replaced by AI."

"AI can do a lot, Tess said. "And it's only going to get more capable. And probably pretty quickly."

Tess was a nerd and very into computers, gaming, and computer animation. She was working as a PC and laptop repair chick at an insurance company.

"Prostitution should last for a while," Lexi said in amusement.

"Yeah, until they get sex robots."

"They have big sex dolls. They just don't move yet. It'll be a while before they can do anything."

"So there's your future career!" Lexi said in amusement.

"I don't think so. It's bad enough fucking guys my age without doing it with grandpas and fat old truckers."

"No, no, you become a high-class call girl and charge thousands of dollars so your only clients are big shots, celebrities, and sports stars."

"And old geezers that work in banks and make a million dollars a year. No thanks."

"We need to find someone rich and marry them. Then we can divorce them and take half their money," Ashley said.

"Now that sounds like a plan! Know any rich guys interested in hot, sexy teenage girls?"

"Yeah, like all of them," Tess snorted.

"Yeah, but only you and Quinn are still teenagers," Ashley said.

"I'm sure they're still into old women who are twenty or twenty-one," she replied.

"The world's probably gonna burn up in ten years anyway," Lexi said.

"My father said that's all bullshit and it'll just get a bit warmer and we'll cope," I said.

"Your dad will be dead before he has to worry about it."

"What, in the next ten years? He better not be," I said in annoyance.

"Well... maybe the world won't burn in ten years. Maybe it'll be longer."

"It's not going to burn up," Ashley said. "You need to get off of Facebook and X."

"I need to find some cock," Lexi sighed.

I raised my eyebrows. She had a habit of saying things that other people just thought.

"You can buy one on Amazon," Tess suggested.

"Not a fake cock. I've got those. I mean a guy."

"At least you know the fake one will stay hard," Ashley said in amusement.

"Yeah, no need to worry about it finishing early and leaving before you're done," I said with a grin.

"Or that it will be tiny or that the guy won't know what to do with it," Tess said.

"Or that it'll explode in your face the moment you touch it and he'll be all defensive and apologetic afterward," I added.

That brought laughter because we've all been there.

"You don't need a cock anyway," Tess said. "Not when you have a skillful tongue."

She waggled her tongue at me. It was a long tongue. She'd been stretching it.

"I like penetration," I said.

"I have a strap-on."

I rolled my eyes and waved her away.

"She does have a point," Lexi said in amusement.

I like big, strong guys who are kind of aggressive in bed. Tess was not going to cut it for me.

"You fuck her then."

"I have a boyfriend."

"Yeah, but you said he was hinting about wanting a threesome."

"That's because guys are all sluts who are fixated on porn sites."

"Not ALL guys," Ashley said.

"Like 90%."

"Guys have orgasms easily and it only takes two minutes. Of course, they're fixated on sex. If we could reliably have an orgasm within two minutes every single time we'd probably be as horny as guys are," Lexi said.

"Is that all the time, Nick lasts?" Ashley asked with a smirk.

Lexi gave her the middle finger. "He can last quite a while, thank you very much. But guys can make themselves come pretty quickly if they want to. And anyway, they always come during sex."

"Anyone want to see a movie or something?" I asked.

"If you mean go to one it's too expensive. If you mean Netflix, I didn't see anything on," Lexi replied.

Ashley reached down and I gasped in surprise as she hooked a finger under the thong string that had popped up above the waistband of my pants and jerked on it. I slapped her hand away and she giggled.

"A yellow thong? Seriously? Who wears yellow?"

"It looks good on me," I said defensively.

She grinned and then reached up to push back the two-inch fabric from my halter that went over my shoulders.

"Matching bra," she said in a teasing voice. "You got a date, Quinn?"

"Quinn always likes wearing sexy lingerie," Lexi said.

"I do not! It just depends on what's clean! My parents are on a cruise so my mom's not doing the laundry."

"Lazy bitch."

"What's your point?"

Ashley had gotten up and gone to the little kitchenette. She opened the fridge and took out what turned out to be a popsicle, then returned and sat down. She popped the round icy thing into her mouth and slid her lips up and down.

"If you think that's turning us on, Ash, it's not." Lexi smirked.

"Why would I want to turn you bitches on? I just wanted a popsicle. It's hot in here."

"Imagine if we had a guy here and all four of us were sucking on popsicles," I said in amusement.

"We'd just be getting his hopes up for nothing," Tess said.

"Who says? Maybe if he was nice one of us would relieve the pressure for him," Lexi said.

"Or two of us," I said.

"Perve."

"There's only one cock. So it's hard to share," Ashley said.