Dirty Little Secret_(0)

Dirty Little Secret
By: DamonX ([email protected])

Yes she is!”

“Not really.”

“Oh come on! Are you blind? Look at her!”

“She’s okay. I just don’t think she’s that hot.”

“You’re fucking crazy! She’s gorgeous!”

The argument Kevin and I had been having throughout the entirety of the
movie we had been watching was now reaching epic proportions as the
alcohol we had been consuming was now starting to take effect. In fact,
not one of the four people in the room that night was even paying
attention to the television screen, as the evening had transformed from
a simple ‘movie night’ to a beer filled discussion on women, sex and
anything else we could think of. Our latest topic of interest was a
debate on whether or not the lead actress in the movie was ‘hot’ or
not, although I think our two girlfriends were significantly less
interested in that particular discussion.

“Whatever man,” Kevin said with a dismissive wave of his hand and
slumped back into the large armchair he was sitting in. His girlfriend
Melanie, who was sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of him, let
out brief laugh as she shook her head.

“I can’t believe you guys,” she said, leaning back against her
boyfriend’s legs. “I don’t think you can agree on anything.”

“Well,” I sputtered, motioning to the screen. “Do you girls think she
hot?”

My girlfriend, Carrie, wrinkled her cute little nose in contemplation
before answering.

“Well….” she began, leaning forward on the couch. “I think she looks
kind of…trashy.”

“Thank you,” I said with a contented smile, patting her on the knee.
Mel?” Melanie stared at the screen for a moment before giving her
answer.

“I think…..,”she began slowly. “Thaaaaattttt,” she continued. ” I Need
another beer.”

With that she hopped up from the floor and headed for the kitchen. “Does
anyone else want one?”

“I’d better not,” Kevin answered, shaking his head. “I have to get up
really early for work tomorrow.”

Melanie shot him a disappointed scowl then turned to Carrie.

“No thanks,” Carrie said, fighting off a yawn. “If I have one more, I’ll
probably pass out.”

“Wow,” Mel exclaimed. “You’re such a lightweight!”

“I know, I know.”

“Damon?” she asked, finally turning to me. “You’re not going to make me
drink alone are you?”

I glanced over at my sleepy girlfriend, then back to Melanie as I
pondered the decision.

“I’m in,” I stated, hopping up from my seat. “But I think I’ve had
enough beer.

“Ooooh,” Mel answered, a look of excitement crossing her face. “What did
you have in mind?”

“Well, let’s just see,” I said, heading into the kitchen with Melanie.

“I think you still have some vodka in the freezer,” Carrie called to me
from the living room.

“Perfect,” I said, making my way to the refrigerator. “If you can handle
it.” Mel laughed and hopped up on the counter.

“Oh I can handle it!” she responded with a smile. “Although I am pretty
buzzed already. It’s been a while since I’ve drank.”

I opened the freezer and pulled out the frosted bottle before holding it
in the air triumphantly and presenting it to Melanie, who was reaching
up behind her to retrieve a couple glasses from the cupboard. As she
turned, I found myself staring at her body, unable to peel my eyes
away. I had always found something enticing about Melanie, although I
could never quite put my finger on it. She was attractive, but in a
very non-conventional sense. She rarely wore anything other than a
simple t-shirt, similar to the one she was currently wearing, and a
pair of black, tight fitting yoga pants. Her hair was long and dark
brown, always looking perfect although I had never seen her do anything
to keep it that way. Her most distinguishing feature however, was her
glasses. I had always found glasses on girls to be less than
attractive on most cases, but there were a select few that could pull
it off. Melanie was one of those select few. In fact her glasses not
only looked good, but made her even more attractive. Needless to say,
she had been the subject of numerous daytime fantasies that I could not
easily dismiss. Something else I could not dismiss, however, was the
feelings of guilt that accompanied those fantasies. Not only was she
my girlfriend’s best friend, but she was currently dating my friend
Kevin. Those two simple facts made my fantasizing seem so wrong, but
also so much more exciting.

“Here you go,” Melanie said, handing me two glasses. “What are we going
to mix with it?”

“I was just going to mix mine with water,” I said simply, accepting the
glass and setting it on the counter.

“Water?” she blurted out, a disappointed scowl on her face. “That sounds
disgusting.”

“Hey,” I began, shrugging my shoulders. “Like I said…If you can’t
handle it…”

Melanie laughed and hopped down off the counter.

“Okay,” she said. “Bring it on.”

I poured the vodka and filled the remainder with water before offering
the glass to Melanie. She looked apprehensive as she took her first
sip, but widened her eyes in surprise as she swallowed it down.

“It’s actually not bad,” she exclaimed, taking another drink.

I poured some vodka into the other glass and walked back to the sink.

“So,” began, turning the tap on. “There’s something I’ve been wanting to
ask you.”

“Yeah? What’s that?”

“What’s the deal with yoga pants?” I asked, turning my head as I filled
the glass. “I mean…You wear them all the time, but I don’t think you
ever do yoga.”

Melanie laughed and tossed her head back.

“They’re soooo comfortable,” she explained, before spinning around and
arching her back in sexy pose. “Plus, they make my butt look really,
really good!”

“Yeah, I’ve noticed that,” I blurted out without thinking, instantly
regretting what I had just said.

“Oooh, Damon!” she said flirtatiously, slapping me playfully across the
shoulder. “You bad boy.”

With that, she laughed and turned to head back into the living room. I
walked behind her unable to tear my eyes away from her ass as she
walked. She was right. Those pants did make her but look good. Really
good. The form-fitting material clung to her curvaceous cheeks
emphasising every line on her perfectly, round ass. As I continued to
study Melanie’s body I made notice of how much she contrasted with my
own girlfriend. Carrie was very small and petite, standing at not much
more than five feet. She was the epitome of the ‘cute little blonde
girl’ that I was so often attracted to. Melanie, on the other hand,
was significantly taller, with a more ample body. Her breasts were
significantly larger, and her entire form seemed softer and rounder.
The two friends contrasted in personality as well, with Carrie playing
the part of the cautious, responsible one and Mel possessing a very
care-free and easy-going attitude.

“We’re baaaack,” Mel shouted as she walked into the living room. “What
did we miss?”

“Not much actually,” Carrie answered, sounding irritated. “Kevin paused
it.”

“You didn’t have to do that,” I said, walking in and sitting back down
on the couch beside my girlfriend. “I don’t think any of us were really
paying attention to the movie anyways.”

“Yeah, I know,” Kevin blurted out, sounding excited. “But I had to stop
it here so you could see.”

I looked at the screen to see a paused image of the women we had
previously been discussing, wearing a red bikini.

“Now look at that!” Kevin stated emphatically. “You have to admit she’s
hot! Look at those fucking tits!”

I just shook my head and took another drink.

Carrie laughed and grabbed the remote from Kevin, starting the movie
again.

“What’s so funny?” Melanie asked, sitting back down on the floor.

“Damon doesn’t like boobs,” she said with a giggle.

A confused look crossed Mel’s face as she turned towards me.

“You don’t like boobs? What kind of weirdo are you?”

“I like them, I like them,” I explained, smiling at the sudden turn in
the conversation. “I just don’t think they’re the most important
feature on a woman.”

“Oh no?” Mel pressed on. “What is?”

“Damon’s an ass man!” Kevin blurted out before I could answer.

Melanie cocked an eyebrow and cast me a surprised look.

“Oh really?”

“Really!” both Carrie and Kevin blurted out in unison, eliciting a
giggle from everyone in the room.

I shot my girlfriend a warning glare as I sensed where the conversation
was about to go.

“Didn’t you know?” Kevin continued. “I thought everyone knew about it.”
“Know about what?” Mel asked again, her head turning back and forth
from Kevin and I.

“Alright!” I interjected. “Time for a change in subject.”

“No, no, wait,” Mel said with growing curiosity. “I want to know. What’s
this big secret?”

I dropped my head in my hands with ever increasing embarrassment.

“Well, it’s not really a secret,” Kevin stated bluntly. “Damon
likes….”

“Hey!” I shouted, cutting off my friend’s words. “I think that’s enough.
Let’s get back to this movie.”

“No!” Mel said with a laugh, grabbing the remote and pausing the movie
once again.”Not until you tell me!”

I gave Kevin a warning glare, but he just smiled and shook his head.
“Damon likes to do girls in the ass,” he stated simply, causing
everyone in the room to fall silent.

I shook my head, hoping that my inebriated friend would not disclose any
more of my personal information to his girlfriend. Mel just sat there
for a moment, before turning to look at me. She cocked her head forward
and raised her brow as if asking for confirmation. I just shrugged my
shoulders and sat back on the couch.

“Damon,” she said, smiling widely. “I had no idea!”

“And you!” she said with even greater surprise, turning to Carrie. “I
really had no idea.”

Carrie’s eyes widened and her hands shot up in the air.

“Oh no,no,no,no,no,” she blurted, shaking her head and waving her hands
in front of her. “Not with me! I would never do that! Not that he
hasn’t tried though.”

Again I dropped my head into my hands in an attempt to conceal my
embarrassment. It was bad enough to have Kevin running his mouth, but
now my girlfriend was publicizing the private details of our love life.
Kevin was laughing harder now, and soon was pressing Carrie for more
juicy information.

“So why won’t you try it?” Melanie asked with growing interest.

Carrie shot me a quick glance before answering.

“Lots of reasons,” she answered cryptically. “But I will never, never,
NEVER do it.”

The last ‘never’ had been directed at me, as Carrie locked eyes with me
in a resolute stare. And she meant it. In fact, I had long since
given up trying to convince her. I had long ago resigned to the fact
that I would never be engaging in anal sex with my girlfriend.

“Have you ever tried it?” Mel asked Kevin, suddenly switching the focus
of the conversation from me and Carrie.

“Fuck no!” he answered strongly. “I’m with Carrie on this one. Anal sex
is just….wrong.”

He and my girlfriend shared a smile and touched their beer bottles
together in a toast of agreement. Melanie looked over me as if studying
my face. Her expression was not one of disgust or judgement, but more
of interest and curiosity. I was beginning to wonder what Melanie’s
thoughts on the subject were, but before I could put her in the
spotlight, she hopped up to her feet.

“I have to use the bathroom, “she said, handing me her empty glass.
“Feel free to make me another.”

As Carrie turned the movie back on, I got up and followed Mel out of the
room. As she walked through the kitchen and into the hall, my gaze was
once again fixed on her luscious ass, now fuelled by an alcohol-induced
horniness. As my eyes remained on her enticing behind, she suddenly
looked back over her shoulder. I quickly averted my stare, but it was
too late. She had caught me. She flashed me a knowing smile and
continued on her way.

I fixed two more drinks, and was about to head back into the living
room, when Melanie entered the kitchen once again.

“H..here you go,” I stammered, now feeling extremely awkward at having
been caught checking out her ass.

“Thanks,” she said with a smile as she took the glass. If she had any
of the same feeling of discomfort that I now had, she certainly didn’t
show it.

“Oh, and by the way….” she began, taking a drink while looking at me
over the edge of the glass. “I think it’s hot.”

“W..what’s hot?” I asked, still feeling awkward.

Melanie smiled and turned to walk back into the living room.

“You know, “she stated flatly as she walked away.

I just stood there thinking about what she had said and watching her as
she left the room. I then took a deep breath, drank half my drink and
joined the others.

About twenty minutes later the movie ended, although none of us really
cared.

“What a bad movie,” Mel exclaimed, finishing off the last of her vodka.
“Next time me and Carrie get to pick.”

Kevin yawned and stood up, stretching his arms out over his head. “Well,
I should go,” he said, picking up his jacket. “Work is going to be hell
tomorrow. ”

“Awww, poor baby,” Melanie said, making an exaggerated pouty expression.
Are we still on for dinner tomorrow night?”

“Sure,” he responded, pulling his arms through the sleeves of his coat.
“Are you going to sleep at my place tonight?”

“Nahhh,” she answered, shaking her head. “You need to get up early. I’m
still wired, so I won’t be able to sleep for hours.”

Kevin nodded in agreement. He then kissed his girlfriend, said goodbye
and left leaving the three of us sitting in the living room. We talked
for a while but soon Carrie was starting to show overt signs of
sleepiness and we decided to call it a night.

“Oh no!” Carrie said, dropping her face into her hand. “I left my
backpack at your apartment! I need those books for class tomorrow!”

“Well, we can go to my place and sleep there,” I suggested.

“But I’m soooo tired,” she returned, her shoulder slumping down with
exaggerated fatigue. “I really don’t want to walk all that way.”

“Well then just go to bed,” I said. “I can go get it. I’m not tired at
all.”

“Are you sure?” she asked with concern.

“Yeah, no problem. I think I need to walk off the effects of that vodka
anyways.”

“Thank you!” Carrie squealed, throwing her arms around me with
affection. “And that’s good,” she continued, releasing me from her
embrace. “Because Mel shouldn’t be walking home alone anyways.”

“Oh Carrie,” Melanie scoffed with a dismissive wave of her hand. “You
worry too much.”

I couldn’t agree more, although I would never tell her to her face.
Carrie had a tendency to worry a lot, and Mel and I often joked about
it. In all reality though, it probably wouldn’t be the best idea in
the world to have a young, attractive, intoxicated woman walking home
in the middle of the night. And since Melanie and I lived in the same
neighbourhood, it just made sense for us to walk together.

“Don’t be long,” Carrie said as we stepped out the door. “I’ll try to
stay up and wait for you.”

“Nah, don’t worry about it,” I returned. “Just get some sleep. I’ll try
not to wake you when I get back.”

She said goodbye one last time before closing the door leaving Mel and I
standing in the driveway.

“How’s that vodka treating you now?” I asked, as we started walking.

“I have to admit,” Melanie said with a smile. “I’m prrrreeetttyyyyy
drunk.”

“Yeah, me too,” I laughed. “Way too drunk for a Thursday night anyways.
It’s probably a good thing I didn’t bring the absinthe over.”

“You have absinthe?” Mel shouted with excitation. “I’ve always wanted to
try that!”

I nodded.

“Let’s do a shot!”

“What?” I asked, with a puzzled expression. “Tonight?”

“Sure. Why not? One more drink won’t hurt.”

I pondered for a moment before answering.

“Sure. I guess we can do one.”

Mel looked as excited as a kid on Christmas morning, and I began to
wonder if she had already had enough to drink. As we kept walking, I
was finding it difficult to keep up with Melanie’s pace.

“Jesus, slow down!” I called as I found myself lagging behind her. “Why
the hell do you walk so fast?”

Mel spun around and began walking backwards with her arms crossed in
front of her chest.

“What’s the matter?” she asked in a phony baby voice. “Can’t you keep
up?”

I ignored her teasing comment and took a few quick steps to catch up. “I
guess I shouldn’t walk in front of you anyways,” she commented,
smiling. “I wouldn’t want you checking me out again.