Double Pleasure: Alpha Male Taboo Forbidden Romance (6 page)

“What is it?”

“Wait. You want to hear about my costume first?”

A few more months, and I can get a place of my own,
I thought to myself as I smiled at her. “Sure, what’s your costume?”

“Sexy cupid.” A wild look crept into her eyes. “Do you like it? Huh?”

“Common, but I think you can pull it off.” I paused, wondering if I really wanted the answer to my next question. “What’s mine?”

“Sexy joint.”

“What the fuck is a sexy joint?” I asked, not even able to imagine.

“It’s a costume that’s going to help us both get laid tonight.”

“Whoa. Hold on. Wait a minute. I never agreed to anything like that,” I said, anxiety flaring up.

“This is our senior year, dear. We have to go out with a bang.”

“Don’t you mean to say you want to get banged?”

“Well, duh. Yeah.”

She smiled, winking her eyes repeatedly at me. I shook my head and laughed.

“Okay, let’s do this,” I said. “How the hell do I become a sexy joint?”

“Well, what kind of guys do you want to attract tonight?”

“You know, the good ones, I guess.”

“Nuh-uh. Not tonight. You want a bad boy for a one-night stand.”

“I’m not in the danger scene,” I said, frowning.

“We’ll be safe. Don’t worry.” She stood up and walked toward the stairs. “Come to my room with me. We need to get our costumes on.”

I got up and walked over to her.

“Are there going to be a lot of people at this party?” I asked as we walked upstairs.

“Probably. That’s why we’re going to drink a little before we leave. By the time we walk to the party, you’re going to be feeling fine, girlfriend. Woo!”

We made it to her bedroom, which was a disaster area.
How does she live like this?
She rushed over to a box that had come in the mail the other day. It was big enough to fit a computer system. As I walked over, she pulled pieces of the costume out.

“Here, put this on,” she said, handing me what looked like a white sheet.

I turned it over and over, trying to figure out how the hell to get it on. Part of it was black and red – like the tip of a joint. It all clicked in my brain, and I pulled it over my head, sticking my arms through the hole. When I held my arms to my sides, I sorta looked like a joint with the cherry at the top of my head. Two small holes in the sheet allowed me to see – kinda.

“How is this sexy?” I asked.

“What college guy isn’t going to find a lit joint with long, silky legs sexy?”

“I don’t understand.”

She came at me with a pair of scissors in her hands and a wicked grin on her face. Before I could stop her, she’d cut the bottom half of the costume off well above my knees.

“Amy!”

“Lookin’ good, hot mama,” she said then started to strip off her clothes in front of me.

I turned around and walked toward the door.

“Where you going, prude?” she called.

“We’ve had this conversation before, Amy.”

“I know. I’m sorry. My parents were hippies. Naked doesn’t mean anything to me. I forget you’re so uptight sometimes.”

“Not that uptight,” I protested as I stopped at her bedroom door and waited for her to give me the okay to turn around and see her costume.

Mine is going to be great to hide all my nasty fat,
I told myself, always looking for the positive of a situation, even if it was a stretch. All my friends, Amy included, told me my weight wasn’t a problem, but they were all lying. I was certain. Once I graduated, I planned on getting shape post haste. I didn’t have the time with studying for classes and having any sort of social life in college.

“Turn around and be prepared to be amazed, bitch,” Amy said.

When I saw her at first, I thought she was actually another person. Her natural beauty was enhanced by a push-up bra and an outfit with enough material to make a handkerchief for a normal person. So much of her skin showed, I was sure she would be picked up for indecent exposure before we made it even the few blocks to the party. Still, I nodded my head and smiled.

“Looking good.” I paused, then added, “You bitch,” a little too late.

“That phrase is not for you. We’ve talked about that, Carissa.”

“You’re right. It always sounds weird when I say it.”

“Anyway, what do you think?”

“It’s really sexy.”

“That’s the point. I’m sexy cupid. So sexy other people start doing it when the see me.”

“I doubt that’s going to happen,” I said, walking back over to her.

“How do you know? Maybe it’s that type of party.”

She winked, making a big production out of it. I wasn’t sure if she was kidding or not.

“Let’s drink, bitch,” she said.

After she walked out of her bedroom, I followed. Downstairs, we went into our cozy kitchen. It had just enough room for a small table to seat two. Most of the time we ate in other rooms because it was so awkward. What we’d realized was that it made a great drinking spot for a pre-party. If it was comfortable, we might just keep drinking and never leave to the party.

“We’ll have a few drinks then go,” Amy said.

She got a bottle of Jägermeister and two shot glasses and set them on the table. I sat down in one of the uncomfortable chairs, knowing I’d be so sore in five or ten minutes, I’d get up and we’d go to the party. Amy sat down next to me. After pouring each of us a shot, we raised the drinks into the air and clinked the glass together before downing the liquid fire.

“The problem,” I said as I slammed the shot glass on the table top. “Is all the men on campus are pricks, dicks, jocks or cocks.”

Amy giggled. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“It is bad. I want a real man.”

“College isn’t for real men. It’s for experimenting. I keep telling you…”

“No, Amy, I’m not waiting to discover my female on female side.” I giggled as she faked a pout.

“Anyway. Another shot?”

I grabbed the bottle. After lifting it and tilting it, I poured more of the amber liquid into our shot glasses. We raised them again, clinked them together again, and drank them again. My body warmed. A smile spread across my face.
Maybe it will be a good night after all.
As I looked at Amy, the warmth moved through the rest of my body.

“I want to dance,” I said suddenly as she poured a third shot.

“We’ll dance, baby. Trust me.” She scooted one of the shot glasses across the table toward me. “Last call for pre-party. All aboard.”

We both drank a third shot. I stood up, lightheaded and giggling. She always tried to act super serious when she was drunk, but we’d spent four years of college together either in the dorm or own apartment, and I could read her thoughts sometimes. Before we left our apartment, I stopped at the door and went over a checklist in my mind.

Condom? Check. House keys? Check. I.D.? Check. Check Card? Yes.
I giggled.

“You ready, silly girl?” Amy asked impatiently on the porch, her hand on her hip and her foot tapping.

“I’m always ready, you bitch,” I said as I walked past her.

“Still a no on that for you.”

She locked the front door of our apartment while I danced down the stairs to the walkway leading to the sidewalk. A group of five college students – three guys and two girls – walked past across the street. I waved at them, nodding my head.
I’m the cool college senior dressed as a joint. Yep.
When they didn’t react as I wanted them to, I shouted out, “Four twenty forever…yeah!”

At that exact moment, a campus police cruiser rolled by with the windows down. The officer behind the wheel glared at me. I freaked the fuck out when he used two fingers to point at his eyes then pointed them at me.
Is he going to be watching me all night? Has he seen me dressing through the house window? What the hell?
Amy stumbled into me.

“Don’t yell at the cops. You know that.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. You ready?”

“Indeed.”

We walked, arm in arm, to the sidewalk and down the street to the house party. Another group of people passed us, heading in the other direction.

“What do you like in a guy?” Amy asked as we walked, fitting perfectly side by side on the sidewalk.

“Smart, sexy, funny. You know. The usual. What about you?”

“Big cock and small brain. That’s what you should be thinking about tonight.”

I laughed. “You’re crazy, girl.”

“We really need to get you a catchphrase.”

“Right? Like none of the ones I try fit me.”

“We’ll come up with something.”

“How far is this party?” I asked, already wanting to go back home, curl up and watch Gilmore Girls reruns.

“We’re close. You can’t chicken out yet.”

“Why did the joint cross the road?” I asked.

She turned to look at me. “What?”

“I was trying to make a joke.”

“Well, if you want us to get guys tonight, leave the jokes to me, okay?”

“Sure thing.” I giggled.

“No crossing your fingers or anything. Promise me.” She stopped and took my hands in hers. We made eye contact. “Say you’re going to let me get us laid tonight.”

“I say that. What you said.”

“I’m serious, Carissa. This is the biggest party of the year. Or it could be. IT’s taking place in five houses next to each other.”

“Rex Street has totally become the party block.”

“Yeah, I read that article in the campus paper too.” She smiled. “Anyway, you follow my lead, and we’re going to be rocking out with our cocks out.”

“Wouldn’t we want the cocks in us?”

“Well, yeah, but…” She stuck her tongue out at me. “Shut up. Let’s go.”

We walked the rest of the four blocks to Rex Street, which was on the very edge of campus, in between the jurisdiction for the local city police as well as the campus police. Both were fighting for control of the area. In the meantime, business savvy students were running a system of speakeasies in the two and a half blocks of the no-mans-land.

“Where are we going to start?” I asked, wanting another drink to keep my buzz going.

“The first house, stupid. There’s an order so you don’t get too fucked up in the wrong order.”

I cocked my head to the side and looked at her.

“Don’t worry about it,” she said. “We’re here to get some hard bodied college guy cock and nothing else. Just follow my lead.”

She headed toward the front door of the house with a rectangle sign with a number one on it in the yard. A dozen other people were either headed into or out. We made our way through them and into the living room. It was setup like a Vegas casino, complete with darkness, neon lights, and buzzing and ringing noises.

“Are those actual slot machines?” I asked Amy.

When she didn’t answer, I turned around and noticed she was gone. I scanned the room as well as I could in the near darkness. She was about ten feet away, standing next to a hunky guy at one of the slot machines.
So much for sticking together,
I thought to myself as I watched her walk away with the guy. They headed into the kitchen, so I followed.

By the time I made my way through the throng of people, they were no longer in the kitchen. I sighed and wandered to the quietest room I could find. It was the back porch, where the stoners had collected and were passing joints back and forth. One was offered to me, so I took it. I’d smoked pot before, but I didn’t make it a daily habit.

After my first hit, I realized it wasn’t a good idea to be smoking in public with strangers. The more I smoked, unable to stop myself, the more my anxiety acted up. Half a dozen tokes later, I stood up. Everyone stared at me, as if I was about to say something important. When I couldn’t think of anything, I waved then left the back porch and went into the backyard.
Where the fuck is Amy?

Two

Mark

As I drove to my stepsister’s apartment on campus, I thought about my feelings for her. They were deep rooted. We were good together on so many different levels. Well, every level except the physical one. I’d never acted on my physical urges. Her friendship meant too much for me to chance ruining it just to try to get into her panties. Besides, I had a lot of other stuff to think about.

I looked down at my crotch while stopped at a red light. A week earlier, I’d been diagnosed with testicular cancer. I hadn’t shared the news with anyone, not even friends or family. Fortunately, the hospital had made a huge mistake. I was perfectly healthy after all. At first I was pissed at them, and threatened to sue, but after having had seven days to think about death, I had an epiphany about life.

Basically, the fact that life is too short to be cautious and hold back. Since learning I was cancer-free, I’d been thinking about telling Carissa I loved her. Before making my move, I decided it would be a good idea to go out and have some fun. If I was lucky, I might get laid. After learning my balls were okay, I wanted to put them to good use. Chances were high my stepsister would turn me down.