****Zacky’s POV****

I threw my keys on the counter and looked around. Her car wasn’t there and most of the lights were out, so I assumed Meaghan wasn’t home. Not only did I want to give Brian and Michelle private time with their newborn, I wasn’t exactly happy with my best friend right now. So I decided staying here would be the best plan, and seeing that she wasn’t even home yet, it wasn’t like I had a choice. After I had put Ness down, I decided I most definitely needed a drink.
Knowing my friends drank whatever they wanted when they were over, I’d always hid my good shit. Finding said good shit, I poured myself a little of the brown liquor, neat, and took a long draw on it. Just as the warm feeling was soothing my nerves and settling that wonderful warm feeling over me, that’s when the door opened.

“Oh, hey, Zack. Wasn’t sure you’d be back.” She put down her stuff, smiling and clearly in a good mood.
“Where were you?” My comment wasn’t accusatory, but accompanied with a smirk, given the kind-of-but-not-really late hour.

She sighed a cute laugh, “Me and the rest of the girls went out to kind of celebrate Michelle and Brian’s little one without them. We were all reminiscing about being pregnant and whatnot. Pretty hilarious stories. Good time. I needed that,” Megs shook her head, steadying herself before she took off her high heels she was having a hard time staying on top of.

I reached out to keep her from falling over and had to laugh when she just laughed harder.
“I swear I only had, like, two beers! It’s just been so long since I’ve worn heels!”

“Hey, I told you I never minded you being taller than me when in heels. That was your own fault for never wearing them,” I grinned.
Her big doe eyes flitted over my face when I smiled and it faded when she got a little closer. Annnnd….closer.

“You did always like the heels. I guess I should’ve worn them more often, then,” Her arms snaked around my neck as my hands immediately went to stop her.
“Megs--”
“Hey...breakup sex is a thing, right?” She did that move where she put her head up against my chest and looked up at me, giving me her best look under the lashes, “You’re probably getting laid already...but...I haven’t been with anyone else, Zack,” I nearly jumped through the fucking ceiling when she palmed me through my jeans. Jesus.

“Just satisfy me, Z. That’s all this is, I promise.”

My dick hardened and I didn’t even think twice. Violet had my body and mind tied up in so many knots it would feel really nice to fuck with absolutely no cares. Zero emotions other than pure lust and chasing an orgasm. Or two. Or three. Who knows, maybe tonight I might actually bother with those with her.

“If that’s what you want, Megs,” I replied, and like a lion claiming its prize prey, I picked her up and threw her over a shoulder, just like I had with Violet the night before, and and trudged up the stairs as she squealed happily.

The second she hit the sheets, she started undressing. Still standing, I did the same--pulling a condom from my wallet.

“You...want me to get you ready?” I paused before opening it.
Meaghan separated her thighs and I didn’t need an answer any longer, but she gave one anyway.
“I-It’s my time, I think, so I’m so fucking horny. Just put it in, Zack.”

Christ, this was a terrible idea. I was most definitely pulling out.

Rolling it on, I climbed over her. As I slid into her slick heat, we put our arms around one another and I rested my forehead on her shoulder so we didn’t have to look at each other.

“Ah, god,” I grunted. After such a dramatic day, the sensations were so very welcome as the tingly fingers spread through my insides.
“Zacky…” Her breathy, high voice called for me and I went a little faster. I wanted to forget everything going on so badly, I had fully planned on going for two or three rounds.
“Megs--I, uh jesus, are you, up for thirds tonight?” I thrust into her as she moaned.
“Thirds?!” She squeaked, her fingers tightening in my hair, “Fuck yes, Zacky! Harder! Fuck, I’m almosttttt--”

She tightened around me and I couldn’t believe it. Her slick and convulsing pussy forced me to go harder and faster as she came until I couldn’t take it anymore and pulled out, letting go of everything when it became too much,

“Oh, Violet--”

My load shot out into the condom as I stroked myself through the climax, desperately trying to breathe as flashes of having Violet underneath me as I came flitted behind my eyes. Once the fog of release began to fade, horror at what I’d just realized I’d done took over my face. My eyes locked with hers as she scrambled out from under me, grabbed the covers, and huddled back against the headboard.

“What?” I wasn’t even sure she said it, her voice was so broken and whispery. But she mouthed it and I attempted to gather my scattered thoughts.

“Megs, I can explain--”
“Please do!!”

I paused and froze when I realized I had nothing to say. I was officially stuck. Sitting at the edge of the bed, I let my head sink into my hands, “Fuck.” I took a deep breath and forced myself to look at her, “Megs...I’ve...started sleeping with Violet.”

Her hands went over her mouth as she inhaled in shock. Despite her probably already figuring it out, I'm sure me saying it made it that much more real.

“Ah-hah! I knew I saw something between you two! I kept trying to tell myself it was just you!”

“Please don’t be mad at her. She tried to resist me, I laid it on thick. She didn’t want to hurt you, didn’t want you to find out. She hates it every time we’re together, but I just can’t stop myself. That’s where I was today, and we got into a little bit of a fight--so I was...am really emotionally vulnerable right now.”

“Emotionally vulnerable? Who are you and what have you done with my ex?”

At the somewhat lightness in her tone, my eyes shot up to hers, confused. She still looked lost, but a sad smile flashed across her pretty face, “What?”

“You’ve never been very open about your feelings, hon. What was this fight about?”

I had no idea why she would ask that, but she seemed genuinely interested. Meaghan never had known about my...shortcomings, but maybe it was time she did.

Reaching under the covers, I pulled off the used condom, stood up, threw it in the trash, and pulled on my boxers. Rounding the bed, I settled in next to her--the odd feeling of being back in my place in my old bed hitting me as strange yet comfortable.
I flicked on the light and sat back against the pillows, taking a deep breath and trying to figure out how to tell her this.

“Megs...part of the reason I’ve probably always seemed distant, always seemed like I wasn’t emotionally available...is because I’m not. To a degree. You’re gonna take this the wrong way,” I half-laughed, “But...the only people I’ve ever loved are the guys. The guys and Ness. I don’t do love, really.”

“But you….” She barely breathed out the words, unable to even say the rest.

“I know I said it. And I’m sorry that I never really meant it. I care for you deeply, don’t think that I don’t--”
“When did you discover this?” She turned towards me, so I did the same. It was slightly unnerving how much she wasn’t yelling right now.

“When I was with Gena. Brian was, of course, the one to figure it out. I had no idea, because how do you know you’re missing something you’ve never had? So when I found I had much stronger feelings for you than Gena, I guess I supposed it was good enough. That if I treated you well and gave you everything you could ever want, it would be enough. I apologize, I had no right to do that to you.” I reached over and touched her chin lightly, “See, it was never you, honey.”

Megs gave a small smile, her cheeks dusting with pink, “Thank you, Zack. For some reason that actually makes me feel a lot better. I’ve been really surprised how easy this separation’s been on me...I guess part of me always knew something wasn’t right.”

My mouth quirked up on one side, “You’re a smart girl, Megs. That’s not surprising.”

“I guess you and Vi hooking up shouldn’t be surprising, either. You can't have anything serious, and she doesn’t want anything serious. You’re kind of perfect for each other.”

My eyes couldn’t help but lock with hers at the simple but heavy truth to the fact she’d just said so casually. I forced myself to look away before she could see anything there of the emotions I had no idea what were.

“So why did you fight? That sounds like something she would be totally fine with.”

I laughed sarcastically, “You know what? I have no freaking clue. She claims she’ll still be here for me when I get back from tour, but that she wants to cool it until then. Spend time apart, whatever that fucking means--” When Megs started giggling, I couldn’t help but laugh for real as I went on, “We’re already apart! I think she used the word “chill”...” I shook my head, remembering how confused I was at her words. No doubt she was confused by mine, though.

“Chill?? That sure sounds like Violet,” She continued to laugh, “Welcome back to the land of estrogen, Zack.”

“So you’re not mad at me?” I unfairly gave her my best eyes, leaving her zero chance.

Megs chuckled, “Um, no,” She got up to get ready for bed and gave me one last look over her shoulder, “Goodnight, Zack. Thanks for the orgasm.”

I almost choked on a breath as I snorted out a laugh. Shaking my head at her, I blushed and left for the guest bedroom.

****Vi’s POV****

I only made it to Thursday night before I had to get out. I could’ve asked Erin to go with me, or just asked Erin over, but I wanted completely mindless, numb sex with a complete stranger. Looking up whatever was happening in town that night, I found a bar that was having an emo night not too far away.

So there I was at 10 p.m. just getting my first drink, knowing I had to go to work tomorrow and not giving a shit. I’d gone all out--black and only a little purple to complement the loud and bright of my hair. Having just lost myself in straight sex for a few rounds, I decided against that and checked out my female possibilities. I was dying to use that strap-on again anyway.
When the good looking male bartender had a moment I motioned him over and nodded towards the girl getting all the attention on the dance floor. She was about my height, had her jet black hair up in a high pony, and was dancing with a bunch of friends currently--guys and girls. The kind of gravitating personality that made it seem like the entire bar rotated around her presence.

“What’s the story with the, uh, emo goddess?” I smiled playfully.

I saw the regret in his eyes as he smirked sadly, apparently disappointed I was asking about girls,



“Rhea? She’s a little spitfire. Straight, though.” His pretty, dark eyes moved over me as he leaned over the counter. The challenge in his gaze was definitely something I’d take up on most other nights.
“Don’t worry, cutie, I’m bi. For tonight, though, I’m looking for pussy,” I smiled sweetly at him and he choked lightly on a breath, chuckling at my crassness. He attempted to recover and the charm on his steel hard face was back, “Maybe go for someone else, unless you enjoy the circus. She might be great in the sack, but what comes after might not be worth it.” He gave me a quick look before walking the other way.

Part of me knew how ridiculous it was to see that as a challenge, but the part that said “she might be great in the sack” had me ignoring the rest and ignoring common sense.

I used some line about how great the emo night was here to get into her circle and the rest was easy. Rhea had black contacts in, which gave her a very dark but very carnally enticing allure.
“You always wear those?” I yelled over the music.
“No, just for emo nights. My eyes are naturally green. What about yours?”
“Mine are me. I wear them pretty much all the time.”

After a round of shots we were back on the dance floor and eventually she was only dancing with me. I could tell she was nervous, but her eyes definitely said she was curious. Pulling her lips to mine, my tongue pressed against hers in a pliant kiss as a few cheers went up around us. This seemed to goad her on and her arms wound around my neck. Ignoring the people around us, I leaned my lips to her ear,

“You’ve never been with a woman, have you?”
I pulled away to look into the black pools and she only nodded.
“I have a strap-on at home with your name on it and if you go home with me I promise you’ll be more satisfied than you’ve ever been with a man.”

***

“Violet, oh god, I’m coming--” Rhea’s hips bucked under my tongue, but I held on, licking her engorged bud until she stopped shaking. I removed the panties I’d formerly must moved aside and kissed back up her body. Her arms wrapped around me the second I kissed her pouty lips again. She was breathing hard and flushed and beautiful.

“Tell me what to do. I want to make you come.”
I shrugged, “Fine. Do whatever you want with your fingers and or tongue, but after I come once, I’m making you come again. And again. And again.”

She pushed me back on the bed and I let her slide down my body. I was very worked up, so when she slid two fingers inside me, I moaned loud enough that I slapped a hand over my own mouth. When she added her lips, I encouraged her until the electric jolts shot through me. I relished in the sensations for only a moment before throwing her back under me.

Before, I had made her finish with only clitoral stimulation, so this time I concentrated on her lips. Parting them with my fingers, I licked up her seam--loving the moan that echoed through my room. My name followed when I pushed my tongue inside her and she whimpered when I retreated. A single thrust of one finger. Then two.
Watching her squirm and beg was delightful.

Rhea watched me and played with herself as I put on the toy, her eyes glistening with want. I grinned and leaned over her, just watching her for a moment as she stroked her own clit. Chuckling lightly, I pulled her hand away and licked her finger,
“Alright. That’s enough of that.” I let my lips linger pressed against hers in a close mouthed but sensual kiss, before barely pulling away, “Tell me how to please you. If I need to go faster or slower.” And almost right as I said it, I slid the shaft inside her.

Her entire tiny body flexed and tensed as she sucked in a large breath. After blinking a few times and letting herself adjust, she kissed my neck, “Fuck me, Violet.”

So fuck her I did. It took me several strokes to get a good rhythm, but I did find one that I was sure was perfect--based on her sexy as fuck reactions. I smiled and eventually covered her erotic moans with my hand so my neighbors didn’t get too pissed. She came and I didn’t stop. She came again and I almost came when she grabbed me by the hair and pulled me to a stop.

“Where are the rest of your toys?”

“Uh, what?” I was definitely beyond thinking and words and stuff right now. But a moment later, the question registered and I pointed to my drawer. Instead of going straight for it, she moved a finger over my lips, giving me a seductive, cute look, “Can I ride that thing while it’s on you?”
“Fuck yes you can.” I breathed out. While part of the allure was being in control with a dick on, that sounded fun as hell, too. Pushing me off her, she went for the drawer and I laid back, hands behind my head with a smirk on my lips. I was really hoping whatever she got out would wind up in her ass while I fucked her because that sounded so hot.

Rhea got out my glass dildo that was curved at the end and for now just threw it on the bed, mounting me backwards. I bit my lip hard as she slowly sank down the fake cock, slitty black eyes meeting mine over her shoulder. Jesus. She’d seriously never done this before?

Ah, god. Watching the shaft go in and out of her pussy was getting me there all by itself. She was so turned on, her wetness coated the toy and when I could watch it around the rim of where the dick spread her folds I could hardly contain myself.
I was so extremely lost in watching her pussy ride the shaft, I had no idea she had spread my legs. My eyelids fluttered shut when I felt the warm glass slip inside me and I came instantly--my world a fog of hot sensations.

“Rhea, jesus fuck!!” I held onto her hips and slammed mine up, so she’d know how I felt. She yelped, laughed, and came next. I definitely hadn’t had enough and she knew it, which drove me a little crazy. Leaning farther over to give me a better view of everything, Rhea started riding me harder--and then started moving the glass dildo.

Fuck. I’d promised her a great time and hopefully this was it, because all my cards flew out the window with what she was doing to me. All thought melted into my looming orgasm and I panted until I felt it grow. Grabbing helplessly at my last straw, I sucked on my own middle finger and pressed it into her asshole. Gritting my teeth when she didn’t stop her movements, I came again loudly--so lost I had no idea if she did or not.

“Can I try this thing?” She giggled and was already taking it off me as I only whimpered and agreed. Not that I’d be able to stop her otherwise. I’d planned on bringing her home and owning the night, owning her--and she’d totally flipped the tables on me. Fuck if I cared.

I smiled and laughed lightly, “Fuck me, Rhea.” And she did just that.

****

When I got to work perfectly on time (which to the boss lady meant late), I knew I had the look down. Hair up, shades on, enormous coffee in my hands, very little makeup--just enough to hide the darkness under my eyes. But nothing in this world could hide the smile on my lips.

“Thursday night, hm? What are you, 20?” Erin laughed at me, “Details!”

I unlocked the front door and yawned/stretched, “I took this straight girl home, fully expecting to teach her a thing or two and have her tell me how amazing I was, yadda yadda--only to have her completely rock my world. Only Zack makes me come like that...until last night anyway.”

I smiled at the thought of her kissing me goodbye this morning and telling me to call her.

“Speaking of Zack, you gonna text him or what?”
I raised my eyes to hers, “Why would I? I told you we’re kind of hitting the brakes for now. I don’t need Megs finding out,” I pointed at her in warning, knowing her appointment was today.
“I see. So the straight girl was just a distraction, then,” The girl that I could only describe as my best friend now giggled at me and I cranked up my middle finger. I went to the back to get out more towels for the day and when I got back, Meaghan was already in Erin’s chair.

“Hey, Megs!” I chirped as she waved at me in the mirror, “Have you seen Nicci again? How are they doing?”
“I went over there two days ago, they’re doing pretty well…”

The rest of whatever she said faded into the background as I tried to pay attention to her facial expressions and tone of voice--waiting for any indicators that she’d been told anything. She gave none, so I just kept smiling and nodding. Eventually Erin took over the conversation again and I went about my duties. As I was checking the website, I overheard my best friend give my new friend her condolences on the divorce and I cringed.

But then Megs said something I really wasn’t expecting.

“Eh. Don’t be,” I could hear the shrug in her voice, “I think we’ve both gotten to a point where we’re pretty cool about it. I was angry at first, but it was time. Now, I’m just ready to get on with life.” Now I could hear the smile in her voice. I knew she was coming to terms with it, but to hear her flat out say she was “cool” with it? I felt the relief reach my toes.
But, apparently, Meaghan wasn’t done surprising me for the day.

“So you guys are good?” Erin dared a quick look over at me and I wanted to slap her, “Like, what, you’re talking again like friends or something?”

Megs giggled her little mousy laugh and met both our sets of eyes in the mirror. I had looked over because she’d made it clear with her body language that she wanted to tell both of us some very good gossip, “You guys won’t believe what I did,” She rolled her eyes at herself and used a tone of voice that would make a 13 year old girl laugh, “Monday some of the girls and I went out to celebrate little Nicci’s arrival and I wasn’t drunk or anything, but….I come home and Zack’s there, and...I haven’t gotten any since the last time we were together--”

Erin played up her shocked face to lighten the moment, “You didn’t!!”
“I did,” Megs scrunched her face playfully, shrugging, “It was weird because it wasn’t weird?”

Dammit. What would a friend say in this situation?? My mind scattered at the idea, trying to figure out how to react to Megs while also becoming increasingly pissed off at the guy I was currently supposed to be brake-checking. Erin was purposefully not saying anything and I could have just murdered her.

“I hear breakup sex can be the best,” I smirked with a shrug, indicating I had no idea.
Megs laughed, making me slightly more comfortable, “It was great. Until the end. Then he said someone else’s name as he came.”

It was a good thing I was leaning up against Erin’s counter, or I would’ve fallen over. My hands gripped harder at the polished wood when I saw the flicker in her no longer innocent looking doe brown eyes.

Oh. My god. Fuck. She’s gonna kill me.

It was so quick, I wasn’t completely sure I’d even seen her do it. Was I going crazy? Her eyes went right back to her playful innocence and looked over at Erin, who had stopped what she was doing to stand in front of her.

“Who’s name??”
“It was Karen or Lisa or I don’t even know. He claimed it was no one I knew, but admitted it was someone he’s sleeping with. They’d had some stupid fight and he claimed that was why he was so ready to jump in the sack with me again.” Once again, she shrugged, “I told him whatever, I didn’t really care since I got off.”

Both of us laughed wholeheartedly with her and Erin even high-fived her for the comment, “Maybe you should go out with Violet sometime, have her teach you her promiscuous ways.”
I was now the one shrugging, “Someone’s jealous, me thinks.” I glared at Erin.

Before she could come up with a smart retort, Megs chimed in, “I don’t think I’m ready for the promiscuous part, but we do need to hang out, Vi. You busy after work today?”

I stopped cold when I swear to god I saw that look flash across her eyes again, right before they went back to normal. Yep, I was officially losing it. Coocoo bird Violet.

I pretended to think about it, “Uh, sure. I don’t think I have anything going on.”
“Great! Send me your address and I’ll pick you up in an Uber, that way we can drink all we want!”

An hour later, Meaghan was waving out the door and Erin was folding her arms,

“Dude, she totally knows.”

****

Notes

Zacky! Bad boy, Zacky. You must be punished. ; )

You can thank Ghost and Larisa for the bartender, I am now officially immersed in Supernatural, only on season two of FOURTEEN. But dammit, Dean...wow. He might just have to show up again.

And Megs! A little cold, but kinda funny! What's her game???

What about the girl on girl? Hot??