"Th-This Dutch weed... cough... cough... is insane! Where the fuck did you get it, Darko?" Natalie slurs.
"I've got my connections..."
We're passing around a massive joint, the kind you only ever see in gangsta rap videos.
A black sedan is parked beneath the window of Natalie's apartment.
Inside are the two vampires Anastasia assigned to me as bodyguards.
Well, at least they had the decency to stay outside...
We're sprawled out on her bed watching a movie while smoke fills the room.
She's lying lengthwise on the bed, using my stomach as a footrest, while I'm stretched across it sideways.
Since I'm spending the night here, we're already dressed for bed.
My idea of pajamas is just a pair of boxers.
She, on the other hand, is wearing a black thong and a white tank top with no bra. It's so thin I can see her nipples through the fabric.
A romantic comedy is playing on TV.
Natalie hates sappy movies like this.
Except when she's high.
It's probably just the weed making her more sentimental.
The movie is finally getting to the interesting part, with the two leads ending up in bed together.
And that reminds me of something.
"Hey, Natalie... don't forget I still have to claim my prize from our bet."
"Oh, right. I completely forgot about that... cough... cough!"
"For my prize... I want to fuck you."
She bursts out laughing so hard that tears well up in her eyes.
"God, Darko, you're killing me!"
So... is that a yes or a no?
While I'm trying to figure out what that laugh means, I feel her bare foot slide lower.
It slides down from my stomach to my erection and starts rubbing against it.
"Darko, you really are the king of horny idiots. Did you seriously get hard from watching a sex scene on TV?"
"As if. I'm getting hard because you're jerking me off with your foot. Anyway, you still haven't answered my question."
"It's just... I didn't think you were serious. With all those hot girls always hanging around you, I never thought you'd want to fuck someone like me..."
Oh, right... Natalie thinks she's ugly.
God, she's such an idiot.
Sure, she's not a supermodel. But wearing nothing but a tank top and a thong instead of her usual baggy jeans and studded jackets, she looks really damn sexy.
"I'd be okay with it, but... you're with Emily. If she found out, she'd be seriously pissed."
"Then just don't tell her."
"Seriously, you're the worst boyfriend in the world..."
Natalie sits up and kneels on the mattress.
She slips off her thong, then leans over me and pulls down my boxers.
A second later, she's straddling me with her hips slightly raised.
She wraps one hand around my erection and guides it toward her pussy.
"D-Don't get any weird ideas, Darko. I'm only doing this because you're my best friend... and because you really do have a huge cock, okay?"
Then she drops down onto me, taking all of it at once.
The sound that escapes her lips is closer to a yelp than a moan, and for a moment, she goes completely still.
Yeah, she definitely underestimated what she was in for.
Natalie isn't a virgin. But I'm pretty sure none of the guys she's been with had a cock anywhere near my size.
After taking a moment to adjust, she starts riding me faster and harder by the second.
Natalie's small but firm breasts bounce beneath her tank top as she rides my cock.
Somehow, it's even hotter than seeing her completely naked.
"F-Fuck, Darko... ahh... it feels even bigger when it's inside me... ahhh!"
Her left hand presses against my stomach to keep her balance.
In the other, she's holding a joint of Dutch weed, taking the occasional drag.
"You know what I was thinking, Natalie...? You know what would look even better between your lips? My cock."
She shoots me an irritated, suspicious look.
"You're only saying that because you want me to pass you the joint, aren't you? Asshole. You already smoked your share. This one's mine!"
Shit. She got me...
"D-Darko... tell me the truth... you fuck your mother, don't you...?"
"W-What kind of messed-up question is that?"
Over the years, Natalie and I have never kept secrets from each other — except for one.
This.
Anastasia made it clear from the very beginning: whatever happened between us had to be kept secret from anyone outside the clan.
And I'm not the kind of guy who goes back on his word.
So... how the hell did she figure it out?
"S-Stop messing with me, Darko... aaah... it's obvious you fuck her. I-I've told you a thousand times, I have a sixth sense for this stuff— ahhh..."
Instead of answering, I lift my hips slightly, pushing my cock even deeper inside her.
My hands slide under her tank top.
I grab her small breasts and squeeze them hard.
Maybe that'll get her to stop talking.
It doesn't.
"D-Darko, I told you to tell me the tru— ahhhhh...!!"
Luckily, her orgasm cuts her off.
She pauses for a moment to catch her breath, then starts riding me again, even faster than before.
Then she says the sweetest words I've ever heard.
"D-Darko, if you want... you can come inside me... ahhh... I'm on the pill anyway..."
She doesn't have to tell me twice.
Her sweet invitation flips a switch inside me, and a second later, she's already full of my cum.
Aaaah... what a relief.
Coming inside Natalie is the weirdest feeling in the world... but fuck, I'd do it a hundred more times!
"Darko, I guess there's probably no point in asking, but... you're not going to start with all that 'let's get together' stuff just because we fucked, right?"
As she says it, she runs her tongue over the tip of my still-dripping cock.
"You wish, huh?"
"I'm serious. I don't want this to ruin our friendship because one of us starts getting weird ideas. It was just a fuck between friends."
Ahhh... if only Emily saw it the same way...