She sulked over to her desk and sat down in the chair, flipping on the light. She pulled open the top left drawer, reaching into grab the black address book. Why should she have to spend another night alone? Nearly three weeks with no sex was making her restless... why should she be waiting on him anyway?
Brandie opened the book and began flipping through the pages, reading aloud over the notes she's scribbled alongside the names, trying to find someone whose company/talent would appeal to her. "Jeremy- sloppy kisser, Randy- little dick, Mark- no tongue talent, Toby- can last ALL night, Jonathan- pierced! (PA), AJ- awesome kisser/knows how to rock it (hip action!), Troy- absolutely silent, Grant- amazing mouth, Raphael- screams in Portuguese, Kyle- likes being clawed/roughed up, Anthony- cums too damn fast, Daniel- creative (mistake! don’t mix business and pleasure), West- biter (leaves marks), "Buck"- football player with massive thighs... up against the wall!, Heath- too demanding, Garrett- weird mole/bump thing, Simon- too sensitive (wants commitment), Christopher- toe sucking fetish, Joey- recites baseball statistics (what the hell?!?), Shawn- long fingers, Gage- likes S & M, Justin- too hairy, Kyle- very sensitive nipples *EG*, Isaiah- talks too much, Dalton- spoiled little rich boy (whines), Nick- perfect..."
She slammed the book shut. She already knew what she wanted, she didn't need to see it in writing. She looked at the clock again, she wasn't going to call him now- it'd seem desperate and she wasn't about to let him think that. She'd call him tomorrow maybe, she knew the desire she had for him wasn't going to go away until she could have him.
She opened the book again, searching for a number. Toby would have to do for the moment.
~~~~~
Two hours later, Brandie was showing Toby to the door, sending him back home to his girlfriend. She shut the door and wandered into the kitchen, feeling just as unsatisfied as she had earlier. It wasn't just sex she wanted, it was sex with him.. or maybe it was just him.
She pulled open the refrigerator and grabbed the orange juice, pouring it into a tumbler that was already on the counter. She went searching for the bottle of vodka in her cabinet, but decided against it, instead drinking the juice she'd just poured and then finishing off the carton.
She went back up to her bedroom, ready to collapse into bed. She looked at the sheets, rumpled from her romp with Toby and turned around, grabbing a blanket from the hall closet and went to sleep on the couch, making a mental note to change the sheets in the morning.
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Two days later, Brandie was staring at the phone in her hand, debating whether or not she should call him. She wanted to see him, her body was craving the feel of him.
She took a deep breath and dialed his number, her heart skipping a beat each time the phone rang. She silently willed herself to calm down- this was just sex. Just like any other call.
Nick watched the eight ball drop into the corner pocket before he reached for the phone, "Hello?"
"Hey Nick."
"Hey Brandie." He lay the pool cue down on the table. He was glad she called- he'd been waiting. He'd been trying to keep himself occupied with other girls- trying to let himself really play the game, but none of the other girls that would have normally caught his attention even interested him. He'd gotten a taste of Brandie, and now... everyone else just seemed very... bland.
"Are you... um.. busy tonight?" she asked, worried he'd say yes... and worried he'd say no. As much as she wanted to see him, she wasn't sure how seeing him would make her feel. But she knew she wanted him, maybe even needed him… and sex with any one else just wasn’t going to do.
Even though he had no plans for the night, he hesitated to answer her. But the part of him that was missing her won out. "No... what do you have in mind?"
"Will you come over?"
"Yeah... when?"
"Whenever.. now..."
"Alright, I'll be over in a little while." He hung up the phone, wondering what was going to happen. He hadn't called her in weeks, after the last time she'd invited him to the club and he'd told her he was busy. He'd talked to AJ- who'd told him that she was visibly pissed when told that he had a date. He hoped if he waited long enough, she'd come around, but that wait was turning out to be longer than he imagined, and he wasn't sure if it would even be worth it- if he would even get what he wanted.
~~~~~
Nick rang Brandie’s doorbell, a little surprised when she answered, talking on the phone and wearing baggy blue jeans and a hockey jersey- undoubtedly the most clothing he’d ever seen her in. She motioned for him to come in, putting her hand over the phone and telling him to make himself comfortable, she’d be off the phone in a second.
Nick nodded, walking in and settling on the couch, attempting to nonchalantly eavesdrop on her conversation as she walked away.
“Toby- it’s not my problem… no, it’s not my fault! You’re the one that came over… I can’t help it if she caught you creepin’ back in… hell no you can’t stay over here… beg her to take your sorry ass back.. I don’t want you.”
Nick decided he’d heard enough of the conversation- apparently she hadn’t missed him as much as he would have hoped. He got up off the couch and began looking around the room- in all the times he’d been over, he’d never really seen much of her house. He’d been in probably every room, but hadn’t really been concerned with looking at anything other than her at the time. He found the remote and flipped on the tv as he continued to look around the entertainment center. A video labeled “Brandie and Daria” caught his attention. He glanced in the direction of the room Brandie was in- he could still hear her talking- and slipped the tape in the VCR.
He watched as a bed appeared on the screen- the camera shaky from an unsteady hand. “Get on the bed you two” a female voice said and the camera panned over to show two naked girls in a passionate embrace, kissing. They broke apart, giggling, and ran over to the bed. Nick’s eyes widened as he recognized Brandie- her hair shorter without the hot pink streaks and she didn’t have her tattoo yet. The other girl, Daria he guessed, had shoulder length wavy copper colored hair, and big boobs with pierced nipples. Daria lay on the bed and Brandie was immediately on top of her and they kissed again, Daria’s hands roaming over Brandie’s body. Brandie started kissing down Daria’s neck and chest, her palms rubbing over Daria’s breasts, making her moan as her back arched.
Nick was too busy watching Brandie tugging on Daria’s nipple rings with her teeth on tv to realized that Brandie had finished her phone conversation and was standing behind him, smiling slyly at his mesmerized expression.
Brandie didn’t say a word as she snuck up beside him, then dropped to her knees in front of him. She reached to tug down his track pants, pleased to find he’d gone commando.
Nick couldn’t take his eyes off the television, even as he felt Brandie’s hands gliding over the back of his thighs, then squeezing his ass. He’d never really been into girl/girl action- but watching Brandie with another girl had him completely intrigued. He gasped as he felt Brandie’s mouth surrounding his cock. The feel of her and the sounds from the girl in the video- whimpering as Brandie’s tongue swirled in and around her belly button was making Nick hot to the point his skin was already flushed, his breath caught in his throat.
Brandie flicked her tongue over the tip of his cock, then licked along the length with long slow strokes before sliding him into her mouth. She began bobbing her head, moving her mouth back and forth on his cock as her hand cradled his balls, massaging them gently. She took him in until she could feel him brush against the back of her throat, then swallowed, causing the muscles in her throat to gently contract. She giggled when she felt Nick’s knees buckle and his hands rest on her shoulders to support himself. She moved away from him just long enough to guide him over to sit on the couch and then settled back between his knees.
Nick groaned as Brandie resumed her actions, devouring his cock. He turned his eyes back to the television, surprised to now see Brandie lay spread eagle on the bed, Daria’s face hidden between her thighs. His hands when to Brandie’s head, pressing down as his hips bucked up in response to the noises coming from the television- Brandie’s moans and shrieks of ecstasy.
Brandie pulled back a little, sliding the tip in and out of her mouth, whild her nails trailed lightly over his inner thighs. She listened to his breathing changed from heavy panting to gasps for air as he tensed up. She took him in deep again, relaxing her throat muscles, then swallowing as he came with a strangled sounding moan. She waited until he stopped trembling, kissing his stomach, just above his cock and then moved to sit beside him on the couch.
Nick leaned back into the couch cushions, taking deep breaths and trying to keep his eyes open enough to keep watching the tape, which he just realized had gone off, just as Brandie had begun writhing on the bed.
“Enjoy the show?” Brandie asked, slipping her hand under his shirt to run her nails over his chest.
“Hell yeah…” he breathed. He looked over at her, coyly smiling at him and had to smile back. He had missed her.
Brandie continued caressing his chest, gently pinching at his nipples and asked, “Why haven’t you been around?”
Nick had to remind himself of what he was trying to do, and stay casual. He shrugged, “Been busy… seein’ other girls..”
Brandie’s expression betrayed her anger and jealousy for just a second before she caught herself. “Oh.”
Nick saw it- the look in her eyes, and was secretly pleased. He chuckled, “Sounds like you haven’t been lonely either, though.”
For a moment Brandie had no idea what he was talking about. Her conversation with Toby had been forgotten as soon as she’d hung up the phone, her attention immediately focused on Nick. “Oh.. yeah. He’s just… nothing… none of them are.”
“Never are, are they? It’s all just sex, right?”
“Yeah, always.” Brandie replied softly, like she didn’t believe what she was saying anymore than Nick did. “Who’ve you been with?”
Her question surprised him, “Does it matter?”
“Well, no, I was just curious about the bitches that were taking up all your time.” She said, coolly.
“Are you jealous?” he asked.
“No.” she answered, almost too quickly. “I just don’t like it when I want you… when I expect you to call or answer my calls… and you’re not around.”
“What difference does it make? We’re just sex, remember? I didn’t think that required any kind of commitment to make or return calls, or to be available all the time.” Nick said, amazed he was actually having this conversation. Maybe he really could play this.
Brandie jumped off the couch, yelling, “It’s not a fucking commitment! I just want you to come over here when I want to see you!”
Nick tried his best to hide his shock at her reaction, “Why is it alright for you to fuck around and then you get pissy if I’m with someone else? Aren’t you the one that always says, don’t hate the player, hate the game?”
Brandie couldn’t believe what she was hearing. He was not going to turn this around on her. “Player? You? Who are you trying to fool? You don’t know a damn thing about this fucking ‘game’!” she spat, flouncing over to the door and flinging it open. “Leave. I am not in the mood for you anymore.”
Nick got up and put his pants back on, and walked to the door. He looked at Brandie, the anger she was feeling clearly displayed on her face. “So nice to see you again”, he growled, walking out the door.
Brandie slammed the door shut and stomped into the kitchen in search of a drink. “God that’s why there are RULES! Don’t talk. Just fuck.”
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Nick drove home, grumbling to himself. He knew he was right- she wouldn’t have gotten so upset if she wasn’t jealous or didn’t have some attraction to him other than just sexual. Obviously, she wasn’t going to talk about it though.
He punched at the dashboard with his fist. He knew playing this damn game wasn’t worth it, but he was more determined than ever he wasn’t going to let her win.