I don't own Twilight.
Chapter 1
There is nothing like the hustle and bustle of New York City. The fresh smell of piss and garbage in the air, the pollution from cars and buses, oh, and let's not forget the rude ass people on the streets.
"What the hell?" I shrieked, as a balding man in a business suit almost push me on to the busy street. "Are you serious? Excuse you?" I shouted, and he turned back.
"Fuck you, sweetheart!" he gave me the middle finger salute.
"I wouldn't fuck you with the big lady's torch." I pointed to the lady or man dressed as the Statue of Liberty dancing on the side of the sidewalk.
But there's nowhere else I'd rather be. This is my city. It's where I belong.
Today was my day off, and I was going to meet up with the ladies at one of our favorite cafés. Every day for lunch, we would meet at a restaurant of our choosing and talk shit about our bosses. After watching sex and the city, we vowed to always meet up for lunch or dinner.
My girls have always been there for me. We all met around the same time during college freshman year. I was rooming with Rosalie Hale, and from there, she introduced me to Alice Brandon, her high school best friend, and we met Tanya in an English class we all shared. After that, we became inseparable.
I opened the door to Esca, an Italian seafood restaurant, and immediately the smell of fresh bread and garlic wafted my way. The maître d' greeted me and led me to the table where the girls were seated.
"Hey, guys!" I sat down, and the waiter immediately came to our table.
"Are you ladies ready to order?" he smiled. "We have a great wine collection. Would you like to try any?"
"Well, I don't know…how about you surprise us?" Alice looked at the wine menu, then around the table, and we nodded in agreement. He wrote down our orders. Alice pushed back her long black hair, exposing her neck in a very awkward manner, and winked at the waiter. He blushed. I thought it was cute- and walked away.
Flirting with the fucking waiter!
"I think we need a girl's night tonight." Tanya sighed.
"Uh, oh…what did he do this time?" Rosalie asked. Tanya hunched over and cried into her hands. James, Tanya's boyfriend, was a douche. They've been dating for four months, and he's already cheating on her. I was not surprised. The warning signs were there. She was just blinded by love. He was continually flirting with one of us when we went out.
"He was fucking some slut!" she cried. I gave her a napkin. "Thanks." She grotesquely blew her nose into it. The people from the tables around us gave her a dirty look. "I mean, look at me! I'm fucking hot! Why would he want a slut like her?!" Tanya was a beautiful woman. She always had her strawberry blonde hair in ringlets down her back, and she was never afraid to flaunt what her momma gave her, especially when she would always wear revealing yet classy clothing.
"Yeah!" we all agreed.
"I mean, I'm not even heartbroken!" My eyes met Rose's from across the table. We looked at each other in confusion.
"What?" Rosalie asked. "Why are you crying then?"
"We had the best sex!" she cried even harder into her dirty napkin.
"Well, fuck! You're right. We do need a girl's night! I'm bringing the booze!" Alice bounced in her seat, and luckily the waiter brought our food and a bottle of wine-probably the most expensive one-with a name we couldn't pronounce.
"Enjoy ladies…" he winked at Alice, and she smiled widely. I rolled my eyes and poured myself a glass of wine. The expensive wine tasted terrific, so I poured more into my glass-not that I was trying to get tipsy.
"He had the most perfect cock I've ever seen." She cried. I handed her another napkin.
"There are other cocks out there, honey," Alice said, patting her back.
"I know, but I want his cock." She sniffled.
"Well, you could always have breakup sex," I added.
"Gross! Bella, he was fucking some other chick! I don't think she wants to catch a disease." Rosalie exclaimed as her blue eyes turned to glare at me.
"Well, sorry! I was just suggesting…" I crossed my arms over my chest and turned from her glare.
"Not everyone can have a sex life with their ex." Tanya huffed. I wasn't going to lie. Although Riley and I were no longer together, we occasionally have sex. Well, I wouldn't say sometimes. More like every couple of days.
We started as friends during my junior year of college. He was a junior editor over at cosmopolitan, where I did my internship for two years. He did an advice column that gained attention, and he moved up the ladder. We started dating after about two years. The sex was out-of-this-world-mind blowing. I felt like we were a perfect couple... too perfect. I needed the burning passion that only happened in the bedroom, to occur in all aspects of our relationship. We broke up on mutual grounds. Once he told me that he wasn't looking for another relationship, I took up his offer to be friends-with-benefits.
"Well, Fuck you!" I stopped listening and ate my food.
After a while, we grew silent, "I'm sorry, Bella. I'm just sad. I saw the warning signs, and I chose to ignore it. I'm dumb as hell." Tanya said.
"I'm sorry, Bella." Rosalie apologized.
"It's alright just next time you want to comment like that. I'll be forced to bitch slap you." She giggled, reached over, and squeezed my hand. I smiled as I squeezed back, and just like that, we were back to normal. I love my girls, and nothing is going to change that.
After lunch, we agreed to meet up at my place around seven-thirty. The girls went back to work, and I decided to go to Riley's apartment. Although we were no longer in a romantic relationship, we still had a great friendship. I would talk, and he would listen. Girls would kill to have a guy like him.
I couldn't help but notice that my dating life sucked ass, and I couldn't find anyone that understood me more than Riley. If only our relationship didn't feel so stagnant, we could have gotten somewhere. I definitely wouldn't call it love, but I couldn't get enough of him. His sex consumed my daily thoughts.
When I arrived at Riley's building, I greeted the doorman as he led me towards the elevators. I pushed the buttons for the sixteenth floor. As I got out of the elevator, I bumped into a pretty lady wearing a dark red dress, her brown hair was in an up-do, and she had her heels in one hand and her phone in another.
"Excuse me!" I said as I moved to the other side of the elevator to let her on.
"Oh, I'm sorry," she uttered as she put her phone up to her ear and started talking. "You won't believe the sad excuse he gave me this time."
I knocked on the door of apartment 16b and immediately Riley opened the door.
"Come in! Why didn't you call?" he asked as soon as I entered.
"I'm sorry! I had lunch with the girls, and since I was off today, I decided to come to see you." I saw a mess of papers spread throughout the apartment. "You must've been very busy." I looked him over. He was always so neat. His simple blue button-down shirt showed off his lean body, and his slim black pants clang to his thighs.
"Sort of I've been stressing out over this article, but it's a good thing you stopped by." He smiled. Riley was a handsome man. He had the bluest eyes that could see right through you and a crooked smile that you couldn't possibly overlook. His strong jaw was the cherry on top of that sundae of a fine man. He ran his hand through his messy red hair.
"Can I sit?" I asked, pointing to the mess on his brown couch.
"Yeah, come." He ran to the couch and pushed the mess to the other side.
"Thanks." I put my purse on the kitchen bar then sat down. "How's the article going?" I asked, picking up some of the papers next to me.
Suddenly his hands reached out and grabbed my hand. I instantly dropped the papers. He sat down on the coffee table. He was so close to me that I could feel his breath fan across my face. I looked into his blue eyes, and they caught me in a trance.
With my head between his hands, he crashed his lips against mine. I let out a moan as his tongue entered my mouth. I could feel myself growing wet. He removed the button down he was wearing. I momentarily broke our kiss to remove my shirt. I wasn't wearing a bra, so his hands instantly went to my breast. I let out a loud groan as his fingers tweak both my nipples. I removed my lips from his and suggested we go into his bedroom.
When we got to his bedroom, I pulled him towards his large bed, and with a smirk, he let me push him onto the bed. I blushed as he took in my naked breast. I was quite self-conscience about my body, but with the way his lustful eyes watched me, I couldn't help but feel confident at that moment. He pulled me on top of him and captured my lips.
"Take my pants off." I felt myself shudder at his command, slowly I unbuttoned his slacks. I straddled his legs and ran my hands down his naked chest, following his trail of hair that led to the place I wanted most. He let out a small moan as I dipped my fingers into his briefs and grazed the head of his cock. I went back to the task at hand. I hopped off his lap and took his pants right along with me. I stood up from my bent position admiring his ethereal form. His beautiful cock was concealed by his dark blue briefs. I ran my index finger down from the base to the head.
With a sudden urge, he sat up and removed my pants and underwear. He stood up and stepped out of his briefs. I felt myself being pushed back onto the bed. He lowered his body onto mine. I closed my eyes briefly, and when I opened them again, his blue eyes were staring into my soul as he entered me. I couldn't stop the loud moans from leaving my mouth. I felt overwhelmed with pleasure.
It is always this intense with him, and I could not help but wonder why it couldn't be this fierce relationship-wise. I could list off the things that made us work well together.
"Bella?" he asked puzzled.
"It's nothing…I-" I didn't get to finish my sentence.
He covered my mouth with him, and I felt a deep moan escape my body. I let out a gasp as he slowly thrust into me.
"Please!" I pleaded. I needed his dick like I needed water. "Oh, fuck!" I panted as he pulled back and thrust back into me. His slow movements drove me crazy.
"You're so fucking…so fucking tight, every time." He panted. He curled his body to suck my nipple into his mouth. I hooked my legs around his waist.
I felt his fingers traveling down my body. I knew where they were headed, but I was unprepared for the sensations they brought me.
"Please!" I panted out as his digits teased my clit. "I'm so close." I moaned out. He grabbed my legs and lifted them above his head as he sat up. He let go, and I, once again, hooked them around his waist. Riley grabbed onto my waist as he thrust into me like a madman. I didn't need any other stimulation. His face was enough. The strain between his brows aroused me even further.
I brought my hand down to my clit, and furiously rubbed the sensitive bundle of nerves. I felt my muscles tense as I came. I grabbed onto Riley's thighs as his thrusts sped up. I was still riding high on my orgasm.
"Fuck…!" I heard Riley grunt as he slowed down. He leaned down and kissed me. When he pulled out, and I felt empty. I couldn't deny the amount of please I craved from the sex. He made me want to find someone that could check off on everything my list contained. He rolled over to the other side of the bed and pulled me into him.
"Stay with me tonight?" He asked. Fuck! Why did I agree to a girl's night?
"I can't. I already made plans with the girls." I sighed.
"Then have dinner with me tomorrow night?" he grinned.
"Okay." I rolled my eyes, and he pecked my lips.
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After I left Riley's place, I went to the nearest Whole Foods and bought the ingredients to make dinner for the girls and me. I might have also stocked up on Ben & Jerry's.
When I got home, it was around six, so I got started on my favorite girl's night food, homemade macaroni and cheese, and a chocolate cream pie.
Hell yeah!
While the mac and cheese were cooking in the oven and the pie was in the fridge, I took a much-needed shower. I took my time. When I was done, I felt fresh and light. At seven, I took the pasta out of the oven and let it cool on the stovetop while checking my email from work.
Around seven forty-five, the buzzer rang, and I let the girls up.
"I brought everything I could afford." As soon as I opened the door to let them in, Alice pushed through with many bags while Rose and Tanya followed.
"Okay, let's eat first!" I am not going to let Alice drink before dinner.
"Remember what happened last time?" Tanya locked the door after her.
"You were fucked up so bad!" Rosalie giggled. Alice rolled her eyes the stuck her tongue out.
"Put it on the Style Network!" I threw the remote to Rose.
"Why?" she asked.
"There's a Sex and the City marathon!"
"Oh, yay!" Alice bounced.
"Chill, Ali cat!" Tanya said, and Alice glared at her. I brought out the dish of mac and cheese, the chocolate cream pie, and the forks. We never eat from plates on girl's night.
I put the dishes on my coffee table as the girls grabbed their forks. Alice grabbed a couple of glasses from my kitchen and poured the massive bottle of Jack Daniels- AKA JD, a little bit of strawberry liqueur, and sparkling water.
"So, I've been thinking, and I've decided to go on a dating hiatus," Tanya said.
"Here! Here!" Rosalie raised her glass.
"Why?" I asked.
"I need to rediscover myself." she sighed and didn't feel the need to explain any further.
"Well, we'll support you a hundred percent," I said, patting her leg and stuffing my mouth.
"Well, I've been 'discovering' myself also," Rosalie smirks.
"How?" Tanya asked.
"Through Tumblr," she shrugged as if we knew what she was talking about.
"What's a Tumblr? I asked.
"You don't know about Tumblr?!" her eyes widen, and I shook my head. "Let me show you, go grab your laptop." She demanded.
"I think I've heard of it before," Alice said as I came back and sat between the girls.
"You guys are going to love this!" Rosalie squealed as she booted up the computer. She opened the browser and quickly entered the address. The site popped up and immediately asked for you to register, "I'm going to show you mine." She logged on with her email, and directly a feed of pictures and text popped up almost like Facebook, but nothing like Facebook because the photographs were explicit.
"Oh, this is like Facebook!" Tanya said. Rosalie turned and glared at her.
"This is nothing like Facebook!"
"Okay!" she turned her attention back to the screen.
"You can post pictures of yourself on here. It's called 'selfies,' some people post videos, although it's a violation, quotes and music and a whole bunch of shit," she explained. "So, here's my feed, I see all the pictures that have been reblogged from the people I've followed." She scrolled down the page, and the pictures started getting from raunchy and provocative to downright pornographic. I'm not going to lie, but the images were turning me on. "There are also moving pictures called GIFs."
"What?" she pointed to a guy rubbing his rather massive erection. The picture was moving frame by frame, and then it would repeat itself.
Holy fuck!
As if Alice read my mind, "Am I the only one getting horny right now?" she poured herself more JD and downed it, wincing as she wiped her mouth.
"If you start an orgy, I'm out," Rosalie said. "I'm going to register you guys for a Tumblr." I took a bite of the chocolate cream pie, not caring what Rosalie was signing me up for.
This is like chocolate sex!
"Do you post pictures of yourself on there?" I asked.
"Yeah, that's how I get followers. Grab my phone, let me show you." I reached over the coffee table and grabbed her phone out of her purse. "Come close together, you guys!" we followed her instructions, and she snapped a photo of us.
"What's that for?" Alice asked, clearly drunk-out-of-her-mind.
"I also have the app. I already signed you up, give me your phone." I handed her my phone. After a few moments, she handed it back to me. "Now, you're following me!" I took the phone from her hand, not knowing what I have put myself in.
"How do I work this shit?" I asked.
"Find out on your own. Look, I posted the picture!" I saw the picture of us on my laptop, and underneath was written 'if these ladies had a Tumblr, would you follow them?' I glared at her.
"Really?!" I asked as I glared at her. I feel like this is going to backfire.
"Oh, shut it!" she logged out and shut down my laptop.
(OYO)
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