Revenge is best served blonde Prt. 2

Part 2.

I ran into the house. My head flooded with idea’s and worries. I reread my message as I passed the living room. My mom was laying on the couch and slurred a “hello” to me as I passed by. I honestly don’t even remember if I said anything in return, I just kept walking down the hall and into my room. My phone buzzed again and my heart jumped into my throat. I looked but it was only Sara.
I couldn’t help but feel slightly disappointed. Which was weird, all I could think about was what to say to Ali. Do I say it was for her sister? Shit I said she was hot, does she think its meant for her? No she couldn’t she has to know it was for Sara. Feeling a little overwhelmed I closed my bedroom door, I was in my sanctuary now. Every time I entered my room I felt a little more peaceful. I painted it dark blue and tried to give it a beachy feel with a wooden outdoor lounge chair I had cleaned off and an old small skim board I got at a garage sail that I hung on my wall. The beach was my favorite place to go. I threw myself onto my bed and looked at my phone.

Sara- “is everything OK? What is taking you so long to reply?”
Me- “yeah sry was had to take care of my mom.”

I felt bad for lying, but Sara was a little needy sometimes. She wasn’t exactly high maintenance but sometimes overwhelming and I had to keep cool and gather myself.
*Buzz
Sara- “oh sucky, so this may be a dumb question. But did you jack off in my bathroom?”

And it began, Sara had always been prone to jumping down my throat if she ever thought I was masturbating. We almost broke up once because she thought I had when I took a long shower. She didn’t talk to me for 3 days. Ever since then we have been fine but she seems to get mad at me more easily since then.

Sara- “its just that you got soft really fast and you stayed in the bathrm for a wile. U know how I don’t like when you do that.”
Me- “baby, no I didn’t I had to cool off and let myself get soft.”

Again I felt bad for lying but I really did not have time or energy to get chewed out about “how gross it is.”

Sara- “… ok.”
Me- “thanks sweetie don’t worry im real tired I need to go to sleep, ill tty in the morning if thats alright. Goodnight. Luv ya.”

I waited figuring that might get her to go to sleep and not freak out on me. I needed to figure out what I could say to Ali. When suddenly my heart made another attempt into my throat. My phone buzzed with a new message from Ali.

Ali- “So im hot???”

I was terrified and more excited than I have ever felt at the same time. I suddenly started to think about Ali and how I honestly did think she was hot. I felt like an asshole, but if I was honest with myself she was gorgeous, she had blond hair and light freckles on her face, cold grey-blue eyes and naturally tan skin. She was athletic, but very short only 5’2 compared to Sara’s 5’6. Ali had a toned ass that had bulk to it but it was from muscle, her stomach was the sexiest thing I’m pretty sure iv ever seen. Ali had her mom’s supple rack, Ali already had at least c cups, the were bigger than Sara’s (a fact that Sara hated) They both shared Tracy’s smooth skin, eyes and curvy figure. Sara’s curves were sexy as well she had a plump ass but it was not saggy like her mom’s gravity defying behind, if I was going to be with Sara for a long time I would be lucky. Sara also had a cute face it was hard to say which sister had a prettier face, Sara’s was round and cute with a good smile, but Ali had a dazzling smile and a completely infectious laugh. Their dad must have been blond because Tracy was brunette. Tracy for being 41carried a slight bit of extra weight but it was not obese, it just gave her a motherly quality in a comforting and kinda sexy way.
By now I had been feeling lost in my thoughts of all three attractive ladies that I had not even realized my phone went dark. I still had to reply to Ali. I thought of about 20 different ways to answer her, and half were apologies. When but when I pictured Ali in my mind my man downstairs started to firm up. So I started typing.

Me- “Haha thx for the help, that text was for ur sister”

I hit send, but I felt like that was just going to make her feel foolish so I quickly typed another message.

Me- “not that ur not hot or anything.”

And with that text my heart was going about a million beats a second. I sat for what seemed like an hour. What if she shows her sister? What if this is a trick. Did I just fuck up my relationship with my girlfriend? No I was just paying a compliment. No harm done. Suddenly the phone buzzed in my hand.

Sara- “Fine, goodnight.”

She was mad, but she must have been tired because she at least gave up the witch hunt and said goodnight. My phone buzzed again.

Ali- “Oh thank you 🙂 thats sweet. And I knew it was for Sara dude 😉 im not stupid.”

Relief washed over me and I finally relaxed. I took off my shoes and socks and changed into a new pair of boxers and a t-shirt. As I got under the covers and plugged in my phone to charge it buzzed again. Another text from Ali. I slid under my blankets and turned off my lamp and my room became orange from the streetlight that cast raindrop shadows on my walls. I opened the message.

Ali- “so why did you even take off your belt??”

My fear had begun to creep in again. How was I going to explain this one?

Me- “i thought it might help my stomach ache, the belt was tight I just took it off.”

Maybe that would work?

Ali- “Riiiiight. When you were (sick)”

Me- “I was sick. But I was ok. No puke, thx 4 the tums again.”

Ali- “uh-huh, and why were you sick? Making out with my sis upset your tummy?”

Me- “lol no, nothing like that. Just bad lunch earlier.”

Ali- “did you eat “sushi”? Or in this case it would be “tuna”? dont lie :/ ”

This had been surprising, Ali seemed like she was mad now and this was the first time she had talked about her sister in a dirty way.

Me- “ no I was not doing anything to her. R u upset about something?”

Ali- “ No I just think its lame you feel like you cant tell me the truth. I know you guys have been messing around, I saw the stains of her shirt from when she came home from givin you a bj. Besides Sara is a closet slut.”

Shit I forgot that, when that had happened she spit some out on her shirt by accident. Ali seemed genuinely frustrated, but she knew stuff already, I guess it couldn’t hurt to talk about it with her, I trusted her.
But it was the last comment, the one about her being a closet slut I was curious about.

Me- “im sry, yeah ill be honest we have done stuff and we were doing stuff when you guys got home. Im sorry. What do you mean she is a closet slut?”

Ali- “I knew it! Haha dude your so easy! Never saw any stains buddy ;)”

fucking hell this girl was just toying with me, Ali had always been clever, she had helped me out a bunch of times with my home work in math and science, she was a problem solver and could find any way of getting what she wanted. I had been duped. My phone went off again.

Ali- “and she totally is a secret slut, she loves getting off when she can, I assume your the cause of all that.”

Now I was confused even more. Getting off all the time?

Me- “She gets off when she can??”

Ali- “Dude I honestly already know about that one you cant deny it, she is up doing it to herself all the time. I would know, I share a wall with her :P”

What the hell? I was starting to get angry at the idea, but maybe it was just a misunderstanding.

Me- “how do you know? what does she do?”

Ali- “dont tell me you didnt know.”

Me- “not a damn clue.”

Ali- “oh crap…. “

Me “ Ali, what does she do????”

my heart rate was rising again for a new reason. If it turned out that she had been so hard on me for whacking off and she was doing it her self I think I would loose it. After about 5 minutes Ali finally text me back.

Ali- “ok dont be mad at me, can I trust that you wont say anything?”

Me- “ yeah you can trust me.”

Ali- “we are in our official trust bubble k? What happens here stays here.”

Me- “YES! Ali just tell me!”

Ali- “ok sry dont kill msnger! I always hear late at night a low humming noise and her making… noise.”

Me- “wtf she does not have a vibrator! I know that. Ive been in her room a million times.”

Ali- “no she doesnt have a vibrator, but she does have an electric back massager…”

In that moment I felt nothing but rage.