REND: Prior Cycle (Old Version)

I giggled. “That’s quite an insane line, you know? Like, I never imagined you’d ever say something like that to me when we became friends. I never imagined we’d ever do stuff like this either.”

“Oh, shut up.” Deen pouted. “I’m going to do it, okay? It might hurt and bleed, though I doubt it since you’re, uh, you know.”

“Not human,” I said. “An artificial Corebring and an Adumbrae fuck each other.” Deen jerked when I emphasized the word. I intentionally made it sound really vulgar to shock her. “Don’t worry,” I added. “With all the cheerleading I’d done, I don’t think I’m going to bleed even if I were still a normal human.”

She cupped my mound and applied pressure. “So… I have your consent?”

“Sure, yeah, whatever. Kinda weird you’re going to ask my consent after all that you’ve done to me against my will.”

“I’m going to say that you’ve done worse to me,” she said. I stuck my tongue out at her. She gave my tongue a lick before saying, “I’m going to insert it now.”

I sharply inhaled as I felt it. “Just one, okay?”

“One what?”

“One frigging telephone pole,” I sarcastically said. “One finger. What did you think I meant?”

Deen nodded. “Just one. Promise.” Her face was full of lies.

She began to push her finger inside. I’d been penetrated by lots of stuff before. Bullets, sharp objects. Heck, Myra had skewered me! So, I thought this shouldn’t be too different. But it was different. Firstly, it was really weird. Secondly, it felt really good. Thirdly, it was really weird. Wait, have I already mentioned that? Really.

Deen looked up at me, her lips lightly parted, her eyes full of wonder and curiosity. She examined every bit of my reaction as she wiggled her finger inside. And damn, she had a long finger. Probably came with her height. And she had a bigger hand than mine.

She licked her lips like a psycho sexual predator and said, “You look beautiful when you’re turned on.”

“Dude, stop spouting lines from a porno,” I breathlessly said, squirming on the cold sink. I wasn’t sure by how much her finger was inside me, but I could really feel that something wasn’t supposed to be there. Or maybe it was supposed to be there.

“How do you know what they say in porn movies?” she asked, chuckling.

“Because I’ve watched some. You haven’t?”

“Of course, I have.” Deen licked my chin. “And now, we’re doing one of our own.”

“This isn’t a porno movie,” I said, trying to keep my voice even as she rubbed the walls of my insides. I tried to blank my mind not to get too aroused. I could feel my wetness increasing. I was sure it was dribbling onto Deen’s hand. “We’re missing a camera.”

Deen’s finger stopped. “Do you want me to record this?” Her tone made it sound like she had been thrown a surprise birthday party. She was obviously down for this new idea.

“I wasn’t suggesting that—”

“But a camera can’t see anything because you’re wearing your pants. Hang on. I also can’t see anything. I want to see!” She got crazier and crazier as she spoke. She extracted her hand from inside my pants and started to unbutton it.

“You’re undressing me?” Going topless was sort of fine. Going completely naked was another thing.

“Uh, duh. Earth to Erind—you can’t eat clothes with food. In fact, food shouldn’t wear clothes.”

“I’m the food, then?”

“And such a precious moment, your first time, hidden. I hate myself. I should’ve watched when my finger first entered your wet—”

“Hey, don’t describe it so graphically.” I wiggled my bottom as Deen pulled off my pants.

“I’m just telling it how it is,” Deen said as she folded my pants and laid them beside me. “Like, I missed the most important moment! I didn’t get to see it!”

“What’s the big deal?” I asked, grabbing onto my panties as Deen tried to remove them next.

“It’s a very big deal. I’m your first time, and I didn’t get to see it.” She tugged at my panties. “Let go, Erind.”

“Fine…” I was as naked as the day I was born. The exquisite sink tiles cooled my bottom. If someone entered now, there was no way to explain this scene. We’d probably just have to kill them.

“Hurray!” Deen did a cute clap. “It’s better this way, you know? You wouldn’t want your underwear to get wet.”

“Oh, you think you can make me get that excited?”

She glowered at me before kissing my lips hard. “Challenge accepted, Erind Hartwell.

I breathed in short gasps as Deen raked my inner thighs with her nails. She moved closer and closer to her target, pushing my legs apart and putting my feet on the sink. She even bent down to examine me like some gynecologist. I knew I wasn’t normal. It turned out that my best friend was even further away from normalcy than me.

I wasn’t sure how to react to this, so I closed my eyes. Seemed less embarrassing that way.

I shouldn’t have placed myself in this situation where Deen had all the power. The only consolation was that I gave Deen a taste of what she wanted badly. I could dangle this above her head to get her to do my bidding.

My head was floating.

I felt Deen’s finger slip inside me, no longer an intruder but rather something familiar. Still, I couldn’t help but gasp. I kept down moans as Deen explored inside me.

“Does this feel good?” Deen asked.

“Cut it out with those stupid lines.”

“I genuinely want to know.” She hooked her finger inside me and started rubbing.

“You already—”

A beeping sound.

My eyes flung open. Was that my phone? I fumbled with my pants, searching for their pocket. I felt the vibrating phone. “It’s Mom.”

“Answer it.” Deen stood up from her crouching position. Her finger remained inside me, moving deeper.

“I know what you’re going to do. Let’s stop this—”

“Don’t keep your mother waiting.”

“Don’t you dare…” I pressed a button and spoke into my phone. “Hi, Mom!”

“Hello, dearie. I’m done with my work. Where are you girls?”

“We’re still at the—” My next words got caught in my throat. I felt myself stretched a bit. Deen was adding another finger. My bitch of a best friend was giggling in front of me. I threateningly raised a fist at her face. ‘I’ll kill you,’ I mouthed at her.

“What did you say, Erind dear?” Mom asked. “I didn’t quite get it.”

“We’re at the casino,” I quickly said. Then I bit my lip as the pressure inside me increased. The slurping noises echoed in the big luxury restroom. I prayed that Mom couldn’t hear the noises.

“You ended up going there? I thought you were kidding. I remember when you…”

As Mom continued to yap, Deen continued to assault me. I ambled closer to the peak of excitement. And then a third finger joined in. I glared at Deen. But she wasn’t looking at me. She was entranced by the sloppy handiwork of her fingers.

“Yeah, Mom. Uh-huh.” I kept the conversation going. But after I spoke, I’d move the phone a few inches away so Mom wouldn’t hear my ragged breathing.

“I’ll have much to prepare for tomorrow.” Mom switched to ranting about her work.

Damn it. I didn’t want to abruptly end the call because I was the perfect daughter.

Suddenly, I felt Deen’s thumb press against my other place, the most sensitive area between my legs. It was as if a jolt of electricity coursed through my lower body. My legs felt weak. It was a total invasion, Deen’s fingers working hard to claim me. I was so… near.

Deen leaned forward and whispered in my ear. “Come for me, please.”

I stopped holding back the flood of desires. I shut my mouth tight as I held my phone far away from me. I only let out a whimper. I’d never let Deen hear me scream while coming. Or Mom, for that matter. My body trembled for several seconds. Deen didn’t let up in her assault.

“Erind, dear? Are you still there?”

“Ye-yeah…” I managed to say. My heart pounded so hard I wouldn’t be surprised if Mom could hear it.

“Meet me at the front, okay?”

“Of course, Mom. Bye.” I raised a brow at Deen. “Why did you do that? I told you to only use one—”

“But you enjoyed it.” She held up her sticky fingers.

“Whatever. Help me clean up. We have to meet Mom.”