Part Six
Still don't own anything.
"Morning," I heard Jeff say as he stretched.
"Ditto," I replied before kissing his cheek. "Thanks for letting me stay the night," I added.
"Stop thanking me. You know you're welcome here whenever you want."
I nodded and grabbed my phone, checking my voicemail and texts and wasn't surprised at all with what I discovered.
"Shannon burned up my voicemail and sent me a dozen texts."
"Anything good to say?"
"So far all the texts are him apologizing, asking me to come home, and other such things," I said, reading on.
"Good. He should be sorry."
"He's not so sorry anymore. Listen to this," I said, handing him my cell phone.
" You fucking whore! You're fucking him right now, aren't you!? That's why you're not answering! You good for nothing slut!" Shannon's voice shouted.
"Ouch, harsh."
"What a very loving boyfriend I have."
"You're just gonna let it slide?"
"Um yeah. He was drunk, and come on, think about it. What would you think if your girlfriend was spending the night at some other dude's house and she wasn't answering her phone?"
"Good point, but come on. He had no reason to call you that," Jeff said, getting angry.
"Well, what's done is done," I said, deleting the message with a sigh. "I'm gonna go take a shower."
Jeff nodded and I headed out of the room and into the bathroom.
X-x-x-
Jeff's POV
After Liz had left the room, I picked up her phone with every intention of calling Shannon and bitching him out. No one, no matter how drunk and pissed off they are, has the right to say shit like that to her! Least of all her boyfriend. Without a second thought, I dialed his number, waiting impatiently for the bastard to answer.
"So, you finally decided to call me back, eh?" I heard him say.
"What the fuck were you thinking?" I yelled.
"Huh?"
"Why would you EVER call her that!?"
"Call who what?"
"Liz. You called her a fucking whore and a good for nothing slut!? How could you say that?"
"I fail to see how any of this is your business, Jeff. She's my girlfriend, and I'll call her whatever I see fit. Last night, she was being nothing but a good for nothing slut."
"You are such an asshole, Shannon! I don't know why the hell she deals with your shit!"
"Who deals with who's shit?" she asked, walking back into the room clad in only a towel.
"Just yelling at your boyfriend."
"Boyfriend? I have a boyfriend?" she said, grinning.
"What did she just say?" Shannon asked angrily.
"She seems to have forgotten about having a boyfriend," Jeff said, grinning at me.
"Let me talk to her," Shannon demanded.
"Hun, Shannon wants to talk to you,"I said, putting some unnecessary emphasis on hun.
"Tell him, to fuck off, would you," she said before walking over and kissing me passionately.
"What's going on?" Shannon yelled as I tossed the phone on the bed, pulling Liz into my lap. "LIZ! PICK UP THE DAMN PHONE!" he screamed.
X-x-x- Liz's POV.
"What do you want, Shannon?" I asked as Jeff kissed my collar bone.
"For you to stop what you're doing."
"Why should I? I'm just acting my part," I said before Jeff took off my towel.
"What part?" Shannon asked.
"Well, you said I'm nothing but a good for nothing slut, so I figured I'd act like it."
"You know I didn't mean it," Shannon said.
"Somehow I doubt that."
"Come on, you know I'd never call you that and actually mean it."
"I also never thought you'd leave me half a dozen voicemails letting me know just what a dirty little slut I am."
"Like I said, I didn't mean it."
"Bull-shit, you did too."
"You wanna know the truth?" he asked, getting angrier by the second.
"Of course."
"You ARE nothing but a dirty little slut," he said like it was no big deal. "You had no problem opening your legs for Jeff that night, you still have no problem letting him fuck the shit out of you."
"Fuck you, Shannon," I said before kissing the man I was currently seated upon. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a very good looking man under me who is severely overdressed." At that, I hung up.
"Are we seriously gonna fuck?" Jeff asked, a little to hopefully.
"Oh, I don't know," I said, grinding my hips against his, smiling when he moaned. "What do you think?" I asked, repeating my previous action.
"Right now, I'm thinking of rolling you over and fucking the shit out of you if you don't stop teasing me," Jeff said, squeezing my hips.
"But what if I stop teasing you?" I asked, wanting to weigh my options.
"I roll you over and fuck the shit out of you."
"So, either way, I'm getting fucked?"
"Yes. Thoroughly," he said, pulling me down for a rough kiss before flipping me over. "Why do you always have to tease me," he asked, kissing my neck. "You're always teasing me."
"How do you figure that?" I uttered as I felt his hand trailing up my inner thigh.
"Those little miniskirts you always wear.... showing off those legs...ass hanging out..."
"Lots of women wear miniskirts, I said, running my fingers along his spine.
"Yeah but I've never fucked them...I've never felt them like I have you." At that, he spread my legs, slamming himself inside me. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he thrust, pulling him closer and deeper.
"Say my name," he maned into my ear as I arched my back.
"Jeff..." I moaned, gripping his shoulders as I came.
"Louder..."
"Jeff..."
"Louder!"
I yelled his name, coming yet again, clawing the hell out of his shoulders.
"You fucking slut!" I heard someone yell, the Jeff being pulled away and pushed aside.
"What the..." I said, trying to figure out what was going on. "Shannon, what the hell are you doing here?" I asked, closing my legs and folding my arms over my chest.
"Oh, just wanted to check up on my girlfriend," He said angrily. "I got a little concerned when she didn't answer her phone."
"Girlfriend?" I said mockingly. "I thought I was a good for nothing slut."
"You know, I was originally going to apologize, but now..." Shannon said before I cut him off.
"There's no need to, Shannon. We're over."
"Wait, YOU'RE breaking up with me? Bitch, I'm the one who just walked in on you fucking my best friend!"
"ASSHOLE, you're the one that called me up last night calling me a fucking slut! Did you really think I was going to stay with you after that!?"
"I wouldn't have called you a slut if you would've come home last night!"
"I WOULD have came home last night if you weren't being such a dick!"
"I wouldn't have been such a dick if I could fucking trust you!"
"What!? You couldn't trust me!? What the hell Shannon! I have been nothing but a model girlfriend until this stupid fucking bet! You know what, don't bother explaining. Get the fuck out ! We're OVER!"
"FINE!" At that, he stormed out of the room and out of the house, slamming the door behind him.
"Jeff?"
"Over here," I heard him say from the other side of the bed. I crawled over to that side of the bed and found him laying on the floor.
"Get up here," I said, surprised that there were no tears in my eyes.
"You okay?" He asked as I helped pull him to his feet.
"Surprisingly, yes," I said, pulling him onto the bed.
"You just broke up with your boyfriend of the past seven years, and you're okay?"
"Yeah, I guess the part where he called me a dirty slut repeatedly drowned out the pain of dumping him," I said, running my hand through my hair.
"So, you're single."
"Yep."
"How's it feel?"
"Um...pretty good, actually. I did not see this coming," I said.
"See what?"
"Me and Shannon breaking up. I figured we were gonna be together forever, you know?"
"Yeah," Jeff said. "I'm gonna go get dressed." I nodded and stood as well.
Once dressed, the two of us sat in the living room watching Out Cold- probably one of the funniest movies ever.
"Liz, are you really okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine, Jeff," I said, getting kind of tired of him asking.
"It's just weird that you're not...you know..."
"Crying?"
"Yeah...most girls would be crying their eyes out."
"Since when have you known me to be most girls, Jeff?"
"Good point."
"Let's go do something. If I don't do something I won't be okay, then I WILL be a crying wreck, and neither of us want that."
"Fair enough. What do you wanna do?"
"I don't know. You're the creative one here, you come up with something."
"Come on, I'll take you shopping," Jeff finally said.
"For what?"
"How would you like your own bike?"
"I'd love it, why?"
"Because it'll give us something to do, makes you happy, and you can stop stealing mine. My treat."
"You're gonna buy me a bike."
"Yep. Now let's go."
"Jeff, that's a little expensive."
"Since when have I cared?"
"True, true," I said, grinning. "Maybe I should break up with boyfriends more often," I added, kissing him on the cheek.
X-x-x-
Several hours and stops later, I was now the proud owner of a brand spankin' new Kowasaki dirt bike. It was lime green with awesome purple swirls AND a matching helmet.
"Have I ever told you how amazing you are?"
"Many times, though never in this context," he said with a grin and a wink.
"Ha, ha," I said as I revved up the engine of my new toy. "Come on, I wanna break this baby in."
"Alright let's go," He said, running off to get his bike.
Shortly the two of us were racing in the back yard laughing our asses off again.
As we headed out of the garage a couple hours later, I jumped on his back, messing up his already messed up hair.
"Watch the hair, woman!" He said, laughing as I straightened it back up.
"There, good as new," I said, kissing his cheek again.
"For Christ's sake woman, if you're gonna kiss me, kiss me! And not on the freaking cheek!"
"Kinda hard to kiss you from back here, Jeffro," I teased.
"Easily solved," he said, grinning as he dropped me, causing me to fall with a shriek.
"He turned, grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet. I grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him in for a kiss.
"There," I said as I pulled away. "Better?"
"Much," he said, grabbing my hand as we walked into the house.
"What do you wanna do now?" I asked, plopping down onto the couch.
"How about..." Jeff said before pulling me back up. He quickly pulled me to him, kissing me deeply.
"A continuation of what was so rudely interrupted this morning?" I suggested before kissing him again.
"Exactly what I had in mind."
"And guess what?" I asked, pulling his shirt off and tossing it aside.
"What?" he asked, returning the favor before working on my pants.
"I don't have boyfriend anymore."
"That's right....you know what that means?"
"No...what?" I asked, stepping out of the pants that had recently fallen to my feet.
"I have you all...to...myself."
"Mhm," I muttered before undoing his belt then getting on my knees.
'What do you think you're doing?" he asked as I pulled his pants and boxers down.
"Just this," I said as I started stroking him up and down, smiling as he hissed. I looked up at him, finding the sight of him biting his lip and his eyes glazed over highly amusing before taking him into my mouth.
"Shit, Liz..." he said, tangling his hand in my hair. "If you want me to fuck you, you're gonna have to stop..."
I pulled away long enough to shake my head then continued.
"Liz, I'm serious. You keep this up and I'm gonna lose it."
I grinned and moved faster instead.
"Liz, seriously, you gotta stop..."
"Do you really want me to stop?" I asked, grin on my face as I pulled away.
"Only because I have other things in mind," he said, looking down at me. I nodded and stood, kissing him as he pushed me towards the couch.
"Liz?"
"Hmm?"
"Couch. Now. Naked." I nodded and took off my bra. "Now!" he said as I took off my thong. He sat on the couch, pulling me onto his lap.
"Ride me," he demanded. I nodded and let him slam into me, moaning as I started riding him. He squeezed my hips, controlling how fast I went, and how hard.
"So good," I heard him mutter as I moved faster. I mumbled something incoherent as he bit my neck lightly.
He stopped me momentarily, moving us to the floor and me onto my back. I grinned and shook my head.
"What do you have in mind, then?" he asked. Instead of answering verbally, I leaved over the coffee table and looked back at him.
"Fuck me," I said, moaning as he started slamming into me.
"Harder, " I demanding, gripping the sides of the table hard enough to turn my knuckles white. " Make it hurt!"
"Fuck..." Jeff muttered, his thrusts becoming more and more erratic. I screamed his name as I cam, him following soon after.
"Damn," he said, pulling out of me.
"Damn is right," I said as I sat up.
"Hard enough for you?" he asked, grin on his face. I chuckled, noticing the coffee table's new position- halfway across the room and an odd angle.
"Good enough," I said, yawning.
"Good enough?"
"Mhm," I muttered as Jeff kissed my shoulder.
"Admit it, I was awesome."
"If you say so," I said, grinning.
"You know it's true."
"It's true. Oh so very true," I muttered as I leaned against him.
"I think it's time to sleep." I nodded in agreement.
"Bed?"
I nodded again as he stood and pulled my to my feet and led me to the bedroom where we got settled in. He wrapped me in his arms, kissing my forehead before we both fell asleep.