Fake Date 25

AN: There's some Non Con discussion. Nothing triggering just regarding the violence of what happened while meeting the friends. Just...yeah.

The overwhelming amount of cottonmouth is what woke me from my drunken state. Reaching for my water near my dresser, I let out a groan feeling it's not their...but a raw steak? Gross. I'm never drinking again. Looking at the digital clock's red numbers, I let my eyes close once more since it is only 4am. I'll scrub my dresser later.

Then flashes of last night start popping up, images distorted but still familiar. Blackouts aren't something that happens often. I must have drank too much. I just remember feeling the anger, it was all consuming. And I was so fucking angry at Bo. The more I focus, the more I remember. And it wasn't good.

Sitting up abruptly, I feel a soft, warm hand curl around my bare stomach. But the nausea continues and I rush into the bathroom. I spill my stomach into the toilet, mostly booze thank goddess.

The details after sending that friend Ryan into the cab appear. And then Bo and I making up... if you could call it that. Wiping my mouth, I stand and brush my teeth and shake my head.

I've never been the type of person to resort to violence. So remembering what Bo and I did, or rather what I did to Bo last night makes me feel uneasy.

I fucked her out of rage and violence. There were no sweet words or reassurance in my touches. I took her to our bed and fucked her as a john would a prostitute. I hardly spoke to her unless it was to degrade her.

And Bo took it. She never once fought me. And that's what worries me.

I was rough and detached. Using her to gain pleasure, not once returning the favor. I honestly can't even remember if I told her I loved her before I fell asleep.

A second wave and my stomach turns violently and I heave into the porcelain bowl, only bile remaining. Lord Almighty, what have I done?

"Lauren?"

I shut my eyes hearing her voice and rest my face on the coldness. "I-I'm fine, Bo. Go back to sleep honey." I try, but of course her footsteps continue and choke on a sob when I feel her body heat crouched down next to me. I refuse to look at her though, I don't deserve her. "It's ok. I'm ok."

Her hand is rubbing circles on my back, so soothing. "Baby, why are you crying? Lauren look at me."

I shake my head, but damn her persistence. It doesn't take long for her to pull me back until we are both sitting pathetically on the bathroom floor. The soft floor mat along with her arms cradling me is the only warmth in here. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up."

I try to be stubborn but all the fight leaves my body as Bo turns on the shower and guides me in. The water sends shivers through my already shaking body. She steps out for only a second before she is back to holding me close.

"Here." She says and hands me my touch brush and paste once more. "I know how you feel about a germy mouth." She smiles and brushes her own teeth under the spray.

It's too true and I eagerly brush away the germs from my mouth and especially my tongue, hoping to get rid of the foul lingering taste. She waits until I'm finished before taking them both and shucking the onto the counter, although it sounds more like they landed anywhere but.

We stand under the spray, my back to her front, until she breaks the pregnant silence. "What's going on Lo? I've seen you drink way more than last night and not get sick. Talk to me...please."

Her voice is painfully soft and her trying to understand baffles me. She was there too. "Why are you being so kind to me? What I did to you-"

"What are talking about?" Bo asks bewildered. She turns me then, enough where the water is out of our faces. She looks so confused. An overwhelming amount of shame fills my chest.

"When we got home..." I swallow hard but I still can't seem to get rid of the wavering of my voice. "I was rough with you, Bo. I was still angry at you and how you treated me. D-Did you even want..." I can't even finish as I cry hard, both of my hands fly to my mouth trying to stop. "I'm so sorry" is repeated over and over being muffled in my hands.

"Baby what are you talking about?" Bo asks repeatedly but I continue to just shake my head. It's not until I feel the freezing water hit my back.

A 'Yikes' is yelped and I hear a 'harrumph' from Bo. I turn off the water in a haste and Bo grabs us a few towels. I feel like a child being scolded by the way her eyes focus on me. The intensity of them make my tears stop. "Did you think I didn't want last night? Are you thinking that what you and I did in our soon to be marital bed, was anything less than consensual?"

"It didn't feel consensual! I didn't give you a choice- Yeouch!" I yelp when her palm openly smacks my naked ribs. The slap echoing off the walls, but not nearly enough to make a print.

I open my mouth to ask what the Hell, but she takes my hand instead, and drags me to the bed. Our towels fly off in a haste as we enter, or rather me being dragged. Bo sits down wet and naked from the shower and tugs me until I am laying across her thighs.

I don't even get to think about the position until her hand smacks my ass with a clap. "Dr. Lauren Lewis... for being such a genius, you really are an idiot." A stronger slap makes contact and bite my lip hard at my body's response. "I distinctively remember us having a safe word, my love." Smack! "And yet, you still are having second thoughts of our intimate time? As if I didn't consent?"

"Last night-" Smack! The moan escapes and I hang my head, it's gotta be as red as a tomato. Why do I love Bo spanking me?

"Did I say you could speak." I open my mouth but again, she's smart and another clap bounces off the darkened walls. Her hand rubs on my heated flesh, caressing it and making a 'tsk' noise. "Now, I want you to be a good girl, and go lay down on our bed. No covers and on your back, spread for me. Understand?" I nod and she purrs and kisses my reddening ass cheeks. "Good girl."

Releasing me, I crawl over and get into the position Bo so desires. Chills consume my skin, whether it be the cool air or Bo's fingertips tracing my ankle and calf, I'm not sure. All I know is that she told me to be quiet, so that's all I'm going to do.

"Lauren... any of what I did to you right now, was it nonconsensual?" Bo asks now massaging both of my calves and shins. She is sitting on her knees in between my open legs. Even in the dark, I can feel her staring at me. "You may speak now, Lo. I want to talk about this."

Swallowing hard, I release my bruised lip. "No."

"Did you enjoy it? Me spanking you and being demanding?" She grips my knees and tugs my legs further apart. I gasp feeling the cool air hitting my exposed and wet (something not from a shower) center. "Do you like me opening you up for me and only me?"

"Yes." Oh God yes. I really really do, Bo.

"Hmm..." Bo leans forward, her ass high in the air as she breathes across my pussy. "Why do you think that is? Because you're aroused? Because I make you wet?"

"Yes!" I moan out and grip the sheets beside me. "I'm so wet Bo. I-I can't hide how you make me feel."

She just keeps breathing it in, taking heavy breaths of me and my desire for her. Just waiting for Bo to do something, anything really. But she just keeps her distance.

"Bo please." I plead, way past begging. But she just sits up and straddles my hips instead.

Chest to chest, Bo sucks on my neck briefly then moves to me ear. "Let me tell you about last night, because it seems your memory is a little fuzzy." So subtly, she starts to rotate her hips along my stomach. "We made out a lot. On the pool tables, at the bar, against the side of the building..."

She shutters when I find the courage to move my hands along her back, helping her move a bit. "We got a ride home," she chuckles, deeply so it vibrates in between us. "My hand was knuckle deep in you before we even made it to the front door."

That image finally enters my mind. It's still sketchy, but I remember being thrown on the grass lawn. It was a came quickly and we couldn't hold our laughter back at how pathetic we looked. No self control.

"Yeah, I didn't think you remembered that." Bo says all too smug. "There was grass all over your hair, since the gardener came that afternoon." She laughs and it makes me feel warm inside. "I tried to clean you up in the kitchen, but we were both drunk off our asses, it was useless. But that's when I noticed your hand, sweetheart."

I let her sit up and she takes my hand in her own. I wince and I can tell I sprained finger or two. Must have hit that jackass harder than I thought. Eh, he deserved it. "The steak?" I ask and she kisses my hand softly.

"It was your idea and you were adamant about it. Apparently, it marinating for a day means nothing to you." She jokes and kisses across my chest making me squirm. I can feel her wetness smearing along my flexing stomach.

"I'll buy and marinate a new one for you." I promise, breathlessly. Her slick body fits so perfectly on mine, it's a notice we ever part.

"Oh, I know you will." Bo sasses with a quirk of her lip. "As I was saying though, we kept the steak on your hand, grass in your hair, and finally ran to bed. We were both tired and drunk and just wanted to sleep...or so I thought."

Bo doesn't sound regretful or distraught. I'm more concerned about one thing though. "Did you not want to? I-I mean did I force you?" My voice is small and somehow it stays that way in the darkened room.

Adjusting to the darkness, at least I can make out most of her features. So, it wasn't a complete surprise when I felt her lips pressed and then parting mine. Her tongue just barely makes an appearance before she pulls away with a sigh. "Of course not Lauren. I was tired, sure, but as soon as you spooned me, I was dripping for you. I always am, baby. I asked for it harder, I asked you to be rougher... I wanted it wild and you definitely delivered."

I'm so relieved. I didn't cross a line. I didn't break my trust with the woman I love. Even blacked out drunk with residual anger, I respected Bo.

Bo kisses me again, this time I participate and my hands wander with a new light. "So there's nothing to be sorry or worried about Lo. I promise you, if there was something I didn't agree with, I'd let you know. Whether it be with our safe word or a lamp to the back of the head."

"Good to know." I smile and cradle her face in my hands. "I love you so much, Bo. We can do this right? We can get through it all?" I ask, needing her reassurance. I'm sure this wedding will be a complete shit show but I just need her by my side at the end of it all.

"As long as we're together. Nothing nor nobody will stand between us. You're it for me."

"Meet too, Bo. But with you." Duh Lauren I think and roll my eyes.

"Now," Bo smirks looking down at me and slowly spreads her legs. My eyes, even through the darkness, can see her wetness. And Jesus, it's dripping. "I think this is where you take care of your fiancée. Unless, you know, your hand hurts too much?" She taunts and runs two fingers through her folds.

It doesn't surprise her when I flip us, her giggles become muffled as I settle between her legs and bury my face in the apex of her thighs. She wasn't kidding when she told me what my touch does to her. I feel like I'm drowning in Bo's cum. Not a bad way to go though.

"Yes, Lauren! Oh fuck yeah! Yeah baby! R-Right there mmm!" Bo sings, her hips pumping trying to get my tongue deeper. My face is soaked, but I'm waiting for that final, oh wait, she's coming...

"Ah Ah Ooooh! Shit, I'm coming! Drink it up, Ahh. It's all yours, fuck!" Bo curses but I happily oblige with her demands. Her essence is too sweet to not have it in my mouth.

Bo finally relaxes and lets her legs flop to the side. I take a few more licks enjoying her shudders and sighs, before kissing up her body. When I make it to her face, she has a goofy smile tugging on her lips that I can't help but kiss. I know how much she like to taste herself on me. "You're incredible."

"You made me come harder than I ever had." Bo protests. "I think it's you who's incredible." I fight the blush but it's no use, and somehow Bo still picks up on it. "Fuck you're adorable. I love you, Lauren."

"I love you too, baby." I tell her and taste her lips once more. Bo seems to have a second wind as her hands wander to my ass like she's on a mission.

But then there's a knock on our opened bedroom door. And friend Kenzi, thankfully covering her eyes with one hand, standing there in last night's clothes...or her top and underwear. "Shit, I'd love Lauren too. It's sounds like she's one Hell of a lover, Bo Bo. But can't you two keep it down until we leave?"

Mouth hanging open, still naked above the covers in front of Bo's friend and all I can think of is...

"Who the fuck is 'we'?!"

AN: I don't even know where to begin on this. It just happened. So yup, until next time. Thanks for reading.

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