Chapter 5

I stole Nani’s boyfriend because she dumped me — call it revenge or childish, whatever you think. On my phone, her last message: Congrats!

That hurt like hell. I was obsessed with her and wanted her back. My revenge worked, and she was devastated, but in the end, I got hurt too. For a while, I thought it was fun, but the guy started chasing me like a maniac for sex, and that wore me out. Guilt? Yeah, I have to admit it, and that feeling just kept growing.

A few days ago on a holiday, I was walking back from a friend’s place and crossing a big park when a girl stared right at me — it was Nani. We hadn’t run into each other since it all went down, and it had been almost two months. I could’ve veered off and ignored her, but I felt this wave of doubt. My options: walk by and tease her face or talk to her and face the consequences of what I’d done. I couldn’t decide; I froze up, and next thing I knew, I was standing right in front of her.

“I got you out of a bad spot; you should be thanking me,” I said, not sure if I was mocking her wickedly or just trying to break the ice.

“Are you okay?” she asked me.

“Yeah, everything’s… But I’ve been missing you. Can you forgive me?” My eyes filled with tears.

“Lelly… I was really upset about that. But come on, let’s just put it all behind us.”

She stood up and gave me a tight hug. I felt the scent of her hair and her tits pressed against mine. I wouldn’t let her pull away. I kissed her face slowly, whispered low in her ear.

“I’ve been missing you so much.”

“I gotta admit, I miss your bratty antics,” she said while I pouted playfully.

I sat down there, and in no time, it felt like nothing had happened between us — we were instantly best friends again.

“You know the ‘boy in the middle’?” I asked. That’s what we called him now. “He really had plans to hook up with both of us, you know?”

“For real? I haven’t talked to him since then. He actually wanted that? I’m shocked!”

“Did you ever fuck him?” I asked, curious.

“Nah… We didn’t have a place to do it, and when it was gonna happen, someone else beat me to it,” she said, blaming me.

“The kid’s got a nice dick; wanna see?” I said while scrolling for the pic on my phone.

“You have nudes of him, you slut? Let me see what I missed,” she said loud enough for everyone in the park to hear.

Our friendship was back on for real. The next week, she was at my place in pajamas, ready to crash in the same bed like we always did. It was just friendship, though — a fresh wound in our bond kept things from going further, no matter how much I wanted it.

“You know what I’m thinking?” My mischievous grin hinted at trouble…

“Here she goes; I know that look. Spill it, little devil.”

“We should call him and pretend we’re fucking, just so you can get back at him.”

“Why pretend?” she asked, and I didn’t catch her drift.

“So he’d think we were…” I rambled, explaining the plan while she watched me quietly.

“We don’t need to pretend,” Nani said, all naughty now — that was the side of her I loved most.

“For real?” I asked, not believing it.

And she kissed me. I knew that kiss; her touches were familiar, I knew every move she’d make, I knew her body, her scent, her strength. With her, I always chose to give in — I’d be her captive again to her touch and her mouth. She was the one I loved, so everything tasted sweeter. Our bodies started filling the same space, the kisses got faster and more intense as our hands hunted for each other’s clothes to strip off. We lay naked side by side, legs tangled. I felt her firm tit against my small chest and her crotch rubbing my thigh; she was wet, and the musky scent of sex filled the room.

She climbed on top of me, grazed my ear, slid gently down my neck, and sucked my tits. I braced for a little pain like with the guy, but not with her — she knew how to suck them, knew what I liked. Her hand hit the spot when it slid down to finger me while I tried to caress whatever part of her body I could reach. She took her time; I was moaning.

In a move too quick for me to react, she flipped her body over mine the other way and sat on my face. She was scorching hot and soaked, her pubes growing back and scratching my face. She ground on my face back and forth like she was pissed, like she wanted to dominate me, make me her servant — and I was. I licked wherever and whatever she chose. When she shifted back, her clit was shoved in my mouth; when she went forward, she wanted my tongue in her ass. Usually, that grossed me out, but not with her.

The lust was so intense we couldn’t eat each other out properly; we used our hands to help, I can’t even describe exactly what went down — it was primal and mindless, tongues, fingers, palms, slaps, mouths… She came first, and feeling her cum pushed me over the edge too. She didn’t have the strength to get off me and stayed there for a few minutes.

“Grab my phone from the nightstand for me, Lelly?”

“Here,” I said, handing her the device.

“Gonna call your mom?”

“Nah, come eat me out,” she ordered, spreading her legs for me.

I obeyed; I wanted it bad. She was petite, with small, slightly plump lips. Her scent was nice, her pubes not trimmed neat, and she was nice and pink. I felt her heat on my lips. I licked, and her body shifted, showing she liked it. Her moans were soft. She didn’t need to guide me; I knew how she liked it.

“Hey, I wanna show you something. You alone there?”

“Nani? Hey, yeah, I’m good, I am,” someone said to her on the phone.

“You know this girl?” As she spoke, a blinding light from her phone hit me.

“Hey, Lelly!” It was his voice on the phone.

It took me a second to realize she was on a video call with him — and I was the view he had. I got embarrassed and tried to hide between her legs, but she grabbed my hair and rubbed my face against her pussy.

“Eat it, slut. You like that?” she said, all vengeful.

“Fuck, that’s hot; can I come over?”

“Hell no, you idiot,” she said and hung up.

There, I got revenge on him, and when you get a boyfriend, I’ll steal him too! she said in a heavy tone.

“Okay,” I agreed, not sure if I should keep going or stop. I was scared of her.

I didn’t know if that was revenge or one of Juliana’s fantasies — wait, no, Nani’s. I didn’t know how to feel about it either. We didn’t talk much after that, not because of what happened, but weirdly, we just lost interest in each other. She started dating an older girl, and I went out with my sister’s friend, the one I called a perv. To this day, I still don’t know if Nani did it for real revenge.

to be continued