Continuing the further adventures of the irrepressible Kimmie and Ryan the stud.
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Chapter 11: Busted!
Hah. I knew Summer had a thing for Ryan. I knew it. No wonder she's so obsessed with his sex life.
And no wonder she hates me. It makes it a little better. I've never been one to get on with girls, but Summer and I would probably make good friends. Knowing she jumped her little skinny boyfriend after catching us together puts a whole new twist on her antagonism towards me.
Mind you, she is the one that got us together in the first place so I probably owe her. But I'm sure I would have found Ryan on my own. Given a chance. I mean, he's just so much sexier than all the guys at Harbor, it was only a matter of time…
Luke turns out to be a really nice host, and takes us around Portland after we go and recover his truck. It's a nice day, and he drives us around town and up the river, and we have lunch downtown and wander around for a while before coming back to his house for dinner.
We decide to spend the night at home, drinking Luke's dad's liquor and smoking my weed. Not a bad plan. I'm a little beat after all the sex and road trip shenanigans and Luke insists that he owes us something after his dad's little display this morning.
Luke's Dad. Now that was out of left field. I hate to say it, but it's gotten me thinking. How hot it would be to get Luke and Ryan into bed…god, it makes me blush just thinking about the hotness. Luke's Dad obviously thought something like that was going on and even though I know that Ryan and Luke are most likely the most vanilla boys I've ever met, I still can't get the idea out of my head.
Ryan's hot mouth…Luke's ripped body…
"Kimmie? You okay?" Ryan calls from beside me.
"Of course…"
"You're blushing. And you're hogging the joint," He says, his blue eyes sparkling behind his drooping eyelids. He plucks the joint from my fingers and I follow its journey to his lips. Lucky joint.
Luke is highly inebriated, he's been humming what sounds like show tunes for a while, caught up in his video game.
Ryan's pretty wasted, too, he keeps running his fingers up and down my thigh, trying to see how much my skirt will ride up. I guess it doesn't help that I'm sitting on his lap. He's teasing me and I must say, I like it. If I could just get the vision of Luke and him out of my mind.
"Shotgun?" he asks me, already turning the joint around in his fingertips.
I'm sitting on his lap so I simply lean close to him as he puts the joint in his hot mouth. He starts to blow and as my lungs fill with smoke, I can't stop looking at his sexy eyes.
We both start to cough and I pull away so he can get the burning end out of his mouth. He holds it out and Luke takes it. Luke's entirely too interested in us right now. I can feel his eyes on me and I know he's been tracking Ryan's hand up my thigh. Which is hot.
"I better go get some of this alcohol out of my system," Ryan says, gently lifting me off him and standing up. I haven't lost my touch because he has to adjust his jeans before making a clean break for the bathroom.
My drink's empty so I lift it and jingle the ice to let Luke know what I'm doing. He's still nursing his sixth Crown and Coke so I don't offer him one.
I'm drinking mudslides. Luke's dad must really like Kahlua because his fridge is stocked. Kahlua, Irish cream, vodka, milk and ice, all put together in the blender.
I might have put a little too much vodka in this time, but it should be fine. I push the button and watch the delicious drink be created.
I feel hands on my back suddenly and they slide down to cup my ass. Ryan must be finished in the bathroom. I smell the liquor on his breath as his lips drift to my cheek.
"Frisky, aren't we…" I murmur as his lips find mine.
He tastes like whiskey and weed and when his tongue probes into my mouth it's…different. I open my eyes and recognize Luke. Oh god…Luke's almost as good a kisser as Ryan…the two of them…I might lose my religion…the little I have left…
Actually, he's a great kisser but this is wrong on so many levels. I finally regain my senses and pull away. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Oh come on, I can tell that you're into me…" he starts, giving me a sultry grin. Who knew 'jock' could be so attractive?
I don't think he even knows what he's saying, he's swaying and his eyes are unfocused and bloodshot. I turn off the blender and pull off the cap. He needs some cooling off. Hell, I need some cooling off, my brain's in overdrive thinking of these two hot boys…must stop…
He takes a step toward me and I raise my arm and sling the full blender's contents at him. When I open my eyes, he's dripping with sticky goodness.
"What did I miss?" Ryan asks. He's standing behind Luke and his clothes are soaked, too. He has this adorably confused look on his face.
"God, that's cold…" Luke mutters, walking out of the room.
"Sorry, Ryan…" I manage, but the scene is definitely surreal. The kitchen is splattered in brown goo and he's dripping vodka scented ice cream. I could lick it off the two of them…
Bad Kimmie! Bad!
"You need some help cleaning up?" Ryan offers, staggering a little as he goes for the paper towels.
He's so cute when he's drunk. Well, since the boys are too vanilla, I'll take what I can get. Ryan's enough man for me. It's only the liquor and the weed that's making me have naughty thoughts. I walk over and slide my hand up the back of his shirt. "You need to get out of these sticky clothes…"
He shivers when I pull his shirt off. I run my fingers across his chest from behind and he almost purrs, turning to face me.
I kiss him, sucking his lip into my mouth. "We should clean this up before it dries…" he says finally. "Then we can get back to this…"
He's such a boy scout sometimes. He starts to wipe up the ill-fated mudslide. "I'll check on Luke." He is entirely too wasted to be unsupervised.
I walk into the living room and see him passed out in the floor in front of the recliner. He's overturned the video game console and the unfinished drink that was beside him. The living room reeks of liquor. Damn. Can't anyone hold their liquor these days?
By the time I'm finished soaking up the liquor and replacing the PS2 on the console, Ryan's back. He sits down, shirtless on the couch and is watching me.
"You look good, Kimmie…" he says quietly, giving me that stunning shy grin.
"Yeah? You think so?" I make my way over to him and straddle him where he sits. We do fit together so well…
After several minutes, I realize that I'm doing all the work. I open my eyes.
Ryan's asleep. He fell asleep on me! That's just…that's just fucking great. Get me all wound up and pass out!
It's really a good thing, though. Luke's still lying in the floor in his sticky clothes. The least I can do is get him changed since Ryan's out.
"Luke?" I shake him but the only response I get is his head lolling to the other side. Damn, these boys really cannot hold their liquor.
I glance behind me at Ryan to make sure he's still out, which he is, before I wrestle Luke's shirt off him. Damn, he's built. How'd I get so lucky? Two scrumptious boys to look at…
I unbutton his jeans next and pull off his sticky pants. I want to peek in those boxers for a size estimate but a girl must have some self-control…
There. I drop his icky clothes in a heap beside him. I'm tired; I don't think I'm up for the re-dress. I glance over at Ryan. Still out.
I might as well curl up with him and get comfortable…I do fit nicely in his arms…but his pants are sticky. This mudslide is beginning to piss me off. At least I'm used to getting Ryan out of his pants…I toss them on the pile beside Luke.
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Mmm…something warm…Kimmie…Kimmie's…oh god…
I open my eyes and see Kimmie's heavy-lidded eyes pouting at me. We're under a blanket but my neck is hurting so I realize that we're not on a bed. She's smiling at me and as usual, I can't see her hands but I definitely feel them. Jesus, she can get me in the mood before I even wake up, she's that good.
I rise up and capture her lips with mine. Morning breath be damned, she always tastes good.
I'm not sure how last night ended, but I don't really remember…well, anything after she pulled my shirt off in the kitchen.
"Welcome back, stud…" Kimmie purrs, ducking under the blanket and trailing her kisses down my torso. And then further, until she wraps her lips around me. Well, someone woke up hungry this morning. I feel really hungover but I can't help grinning.
"Mmm…yeah…" I glance around to see where we are and I spot…a foot? Oh god… "Kimmie, stop…"
"What?" Her head pops out of the blanket. I can tell she's not used to hearing that.
"What the hell is…" I can't even say the words, but Luke's boxer-clad body is sprawled in the floor. "Why is he naked and…"
"He's not naked, stud. You are…," Kimmie says. And she smiles, dips her head under the blanket and gets her hot mouth back down to business. It's almost impossible to resist but I must. I must. Because…
What the hell did we do last night? And I am naked… Why the fuck am I naked in the same room as Luke? Who's way too undressed…
"Kimmie?!
She comes out again, pouting. "This is getting insulting, stud…"
"Kimmie, what happened last night?"
She smirks at me.
"You mean you've already forgotten?
I must look horrified because she laughs at me, and gets up.
"I need to go to the bathroom," she says, abandoning me and the blanket. She kicks Luke playfully as she trots out of the room.
"What?" Luke sits up with a jolt. I think it takes a total of twenty seconds for his brain to catch up. He's in his underwear in his living room. I'm sans clothes under a blanket on the couch and Kimmie just left wearing one of my wifebeaters and a thong. "Dude…"
"Don't look at me, I don't remember anything," I say as his gaze returns to me. Except that clearly, way too much alcohol was involved because I have got the hangover from hell, I realize.
"But…what…oh no…this did not happen, no way in hell…" Luke reaches over to get his clothes and ends up with my jeans. "Oh god…please, Chino, say that we didn't do…"
"I don't think we did…" But I'm not sure. Surely we wouldn't…I've never been that drunk. But Kimmie has a weird effect on people. Jesus, my head hurts.
Speaking of Kimmie, she walks back in with a toothbrush. She's still wearing virtually nothing, and she still looks fucking hot, and all of a sudden the thought that Luke and I could have gotten carried away is terrifyingly likely.
I look at Luke and I can tell he's thinking exactly the same thing because he's gone pale. But he is also staring at Kimmie's tits and ass and his mouth is hanging open. I resist the urge to slam it closed with my fist. Watch it, pal.
"So, you guys must be wanting breakfast after last night," Kimmie says, eyes twinkling.
Shit.
"Uh, sure," says Luke. He's still fucking drooling and I do not like the thought that he and Kimmie may have… done anything last night.
She shimmies back into the bathroom with her toothbrush and we're left alone together.
"Will you quit panting over Kimmie, Luke?" I snap, as I pull my sticky jeans back on. I can't be naked and arguing. Especially with the raging headache I have. This is the mother of all hangovers.
"Hey, chill out Chino," he replies. "For all you know, I've earned the same privileges as you." And he smirks at me.
Now my fist really is itching. I could smack his stupid grinning ass all the way to Newport and back, he's annoying me so much.
My cellphone rings. Probably another Cohen checking up on my wellbeing.
I flip it open and am greeted by a furious voice.
"Chino, you retard!"
"Hey Summer," I sigh. I can see this is going to be fun.
"How dare you tell Luke about what happened the other day? You should've known Cohen would find out!"
"Listen, Summer, I'm sorry, but I couldn't know…"
"Now Cohen is all paranoid and he's blaming me! He says I want to sleep with you!"
I'm tempted to say I can see why he would, but I wisely keep my mouth shut. She's enough of a pain as is.
"Look, it's Seth. He gets paranoid. You're gonna have to deal with it."
"You couldn't have kept your big mouth shut? You had to brag about that skank you're boning…" She's really going too far now.
"Summer, shut up. And stop talking about Kimmie like that."
"Like what?" Kimmie calls from across the room.
"Who's that?" says Summer.
Shit!
"Um…"
"It's her, isn't it? You're in Portland with the skank!" she cries.
"Summer…"
"Oh Chino, you're so busted!" she whoops. And she hangs up.
Fuck. So much for a relaxing break. God knows what we'll be coming back to.
I am getting really pissed at Luke. If someone should've kept his mouth shut, it was him. I glare at him. He shifts uncomfortably. He's still wearing next to nothing and that annoys me even more.
"I'm sorry," he says. Sorry my ass. Can't he keep his nose out of my business?
"Just stop interfering," I mutter.
"Hey, dude, if you're talking about last night I…" That's it. I've had enough.
I get up from the couch and stand over him, still sitting on the floor. Might as well take advantage of the height differential, since for once I've got the advantage on him.
"Stop. Fucking. Talking. About. Last. Night." I snap. If he had a shirt on I would've hauled him up but he's shirtless and sticky and…
"Or what, Chino," he says back and is eyes are getting this look I've seen before. He pushes himself up.
"Listen, ass, you've been trying to get into Kimmie's pants since we got here and…"
"And maybe I did – dickhead."
I'm about to swing at him when I feel a hand on my back.
"Stop it guys!" Kimmie is looking all flustered.
I turn to stare her in the eye. "What happened last night, Kimmie? Spill. Because things are getting ugly."
"Chill out boys. You all just passed out. Nothing happened." But she gives Luke the tiniest look, which makes me think maybe something almost did.
Luke looks both relieved and crestfallen. Kimmie wraps her arms around me. She whispers into my ear, but loud enough for him to hear.
"Mind you, I did have this dream in which the three of us did… really hot things though. And it was… fun. Like, really fun."
And her hot breath is tickling my ear but I've had enough of this.