Chapter 204: B - A mysterious savior

Chapter 204: B - A chill Saturday night with Naomi — weed, TV.. and sex

"This Dutch weed is insane! Best twenty bucks I’ve ever spent... COUGH! COUGH!" Naomi exclaims, savoring a massive joint — the kind you only ever see in gangsta rap videos.

She’s lying on the bed with her head resting on a pillow, while I’m sprawled across the mattress sideways, letting her use my stomach as a footrest.

I’m wearing nothing but a pair of boxers.

She’s in a black thong and a white tank top with no bra underneath, her nipples clearly pressing against the thin fabric.

A romantic comedy is playing on the wall-mounted TV.

Naomi usually can’t stand cheesy romance movies... except when she’s high.

We still have no idea why. It’s probably just because weed makes her emotional.

Right then, though, the movie suddenly takes a steamy turn as the two leads end up in bed together.

The scene instantly reminds me of something my weed-clouded brain had completely shoved aside.

That urge to sleep with Naomi.

Yeah, I know. It’s weird to forget something like that.

But we’re talking about Naomi. I don’t even see her as a sister, she’s more like a brother. And wanting to sleep with your bro isn’t exactly the kind of thing that crosses your mind every day.

"Hey, Naomi... I’ve been thinking about something for a while now. How about we have sex?" I ask, getting straight to the point.

Her reaction, however, is nothing like I expected.

Well... considering we’re talking about Naomi — and she’s completely baked — I probably should’ve seen it coming.

I almost feel embarrassed as she bursts out laughing, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Oh my God, Axel, you’re killing me!" she cackles, rolling around on the bed.

So... is that a yes or a no?

As I try to figure out what the hell she’s laughing about, I feel her bare foot slide off my stomach and travel down toward my erection.

She starts rubbing it between her curled toes, slowly running them along its entire length.

"Axel, you’re seriously the king of losers. You got hard from watching a sex scene on TV!" Naomi snorts, still pressing the sole of her foot against my erection with enough force that anyone else would’ve already come by now.

"I got hard because it reminded me that I’ve wanted to fuck you for a while now. And, well... you’re giving me a footjob, so I’d say that’s a pretty normal reaction. Anyway, you still haven’t answered my question."

"Oh... you were actually serious? How was I supposed to know? It’s not like I can read minds! With all the hot girls you fuck, I never would’ve imagined you’d actually want to fuck someone like me..." she mumbles as she sits up and crosses her legs beside me.

Oh, right... Naomi thinks she’s ugly.

God, she’s such an idiot.

Sure, she’s not some supermodel, but right now, wearing nothing but a thong and a tank top instead of her usual baggy jeans and studded jackets... she’s seriously hot.

"Oh, well... I’m fine with it, as long as your mom doesn’t freak out afterward. It’s already a miracle she lets you sleep over here. She probably thinks I’m a lesbian or something," she mumbles.

"Wait... so you’re not actually a lesbian?" I ask, genuinely shocked.

"Idiot! Just because I dress like a punk rocker doesn’t mean I don’t like dick! But seriously... you thought I was a lesbian and still asked me to fuck? What, were you just trying to cross ’fuck a lesbian’ off your bucket list or something?"

Oh, shit...

Naomi’s actually getting pissed.

I’d better fix this fast before she changes her mind about fucking.

"What the fuck are you talking about?! And for the record, I’ve already fucked a lesbian."

"You’ve never told me that story..."

"Well... I must’ve completely forgotten about it. Anyway, you know Jennifer—the redhead in senior year? She’s openly gay and even has a girlfriend. You know that too, since pretty much everyone at school does. What most people don’t know is that a few months ago Jennifer suddenly decided to find out whether her girlfriend—who’s apparently bisexual—preferred guys or girls. Some kind of loyalty test or something. Anyway, she asked me to fuck her girlfriend while she watched. It was a little weird at first—I’d never had sex with someone while another person sat next to us getting off—but eventually the awkwardness wore off and it turned into a threesome. Only after everything was over did she admit that the whole thing was just a kink they shared. I mean... couldn’t they have told me that from the start?"

"Wow... what a thrilling story," Naomi says, dripping with sarcasm.

Then she kneels on the mattress.

Still clumsy and uncoordinated from being completely baked, she slips off her black thong before leaning over me to pull down my boxers as well.

A small, satisfied smile spreads across her face the moment my fully erect cock comes into view.

It’s the first time she’s ever seen me completely naked. And the same goes for me with her.

I have to admit... she’s got a really cute pussy. Small, completely shaved, with a piercing on her mons pubis.

At first glance, she looks like the kind of girl who hasn’t gotten laid in a long time.

"Don’t let it go to your head, Axel," she murmurs, wrapping both hands around my erection.

"I’m only doing this because you’re my best friend... and because you’ve got a really huge dick, okay?"

Ahhh... there’s only one thing better than fucking a girl who’s completely naked: fucking one who’s only half naked.

Just enough clothing left to cover the important parts... somehow, it’s even hotter than total nudity.

And watching Naomi’s small but firm breasts bounce beneath her tank top as she rides my cock... nothing in the world can compete with that sight.

"F-Fuck, Axel... it feels even bigger when it’s inside..." she pants, a faint trace of pain in her voice.

She’s obviously not used to something this big.

Her left hand is braced against my stomach to keep her balance, while the other still holds the Dutch joint.

"You know what would look even better between those pretty lips of yours? My cock."

She shoots me an annoyed, suspicious look.

"You’re only saying that because you want me to pass you the joint, aren’t you? Asshole, you’ve already smoked your share! This one’s mine!"

Shit, she got me. Nothing ever gets past Naomi.

Then again, that’s only natural.

She’s literally my female counterpart. Well... my female counterpart who happens to love dick. And damn, does she love mine.

Back in our freshman year at Ordrienne High, when we first met, Naomi was dating a guy. And before him, she’d been with another.

But judging from all the rumors her exes spread about her, she was basically a corpse in bed.

No passion, no enthusiasm... nothing at all. She’d even earned herself the nickname "the inflatable doll."

It was one of the reasons I’d always suspected she was a lesbian. It would’ve perfectly explained why sleeping with guys did absolutely nothing for her.

But now I can say it with absolute certainty.

No. Naomi is neither frigid nor a lesbian.

Her exes were just completely useless, because all it took was a taste of my cock to turn her into the biggest nymphomaniac I’ve ever seen.

Insatiable and tireless.

"A-Axel... tell me the truth... you and your stepmom fuck, don’t you...?" Naomi mumbles, breathless with pleasure.

"W-What the fuck kind of question is that?"

Over all these years, Naomi and I have never kept anything from each other...

Except for one thing.

This.

It’s not like I’d really care if she found out I fuck my stepmom.

She already knows I’ve fucked the moms of quite a few of our classmates, so what difference would it make if one of those women happened to be mine?

None, I guess. But Veronica made herself crystal clear from the very beginning.

Whatever happens between the two of us has to remain a secret.

And I get why.

I’m not her biological son, but legally, I might as well be.

And if it ever got out that the director of the American branch of one of the world’s largest pharmaceutical companies was fucking her stepson...

Yeah. Her career would be over.

Not to mention the legal nightmare that would follow.

"S-Stop talking bullshit, Axel... aaah..." Naomi pants. "O-Of course you’re fucking her. Otherwise, she wouldn’t be so obsessed with you... aaah... She only lets you sleep over at my place because she thinks I’m a lesbian. I’m sure that even though she knows we’re best friends, if I told her we’d fucked, she’d never let you come over again... and that’s not fair!"

Well... Naomi’s not exactly wrong.

I’m not stupid. Veronica’s obsession with me is so obvious that even Naomi noticed it. But the truth is, Veronica’s possessiveness toward me is nothing compared to mine toward her.

If I ever found out she was trying to pick up another guy... honestly, I don’t even know how I’d react.

But one thing’s for sure: I’d make damn sure he never wanted to look at her again. Not even in a photograph.

Ridiculous, right? I stick my dick into every pussy that crosses my path, yet it still pisses me off to see her talking to another man.

I’m hypocrisy incarnate... but that’s just the way I am. There’s nothing I can do about it.

"A-Axel, I told you to tell me the tru— aaaah..."

Luckily, her orgasm cuts the question short before she can finish it.

She freezes for a moment, probably stunned by how intense it is. After catching her breath, she starts rolling her hips again, even faster than before, while my still-hard cock keeps doing its job.

So much for that stupid inflatable doll nickname she’s been carrying around.

Right now, I’m the sex toy—not her.

I’m completely at her mercy.

Then come the sweetest words I’ve ever heard leave her lips.

"A-Axel... if you want... you can come inside... I’m on the pill anyway..."

I don’t need to hear that twice.

A second later, I’m already coming inside her.

Aaaah... what a relief.

Coming inside Naomi is the weirdest feeling ever... but damn, I’d do it another hundred times.

"Axel, I guess this goes without saying, but... you’re not about to hit me with the whole ’I love you, let’s start dating because we fucked’ thing, are you?" Naomi mutters as she uses her tongue to clean the still-throbbing tip of my cock, collecting the last drops of cum trickling down.

"Yeah, I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?" I tease with a grin, running my fingers through her hair.

"I’m serious, Axel. I don’t want our friendship to fall apart because one of us misunderstands what this was... just a simple fuck between friends," she murmurs.

There’s an unexpected sadness in her voice, as if she’s hiding something from me.

"Naomi... is there something you need to tell me?" I press, growing uneasy at her sudden change in mood.

She simply shakes her head.

It’s the least convincing headshake I’ve ever seen.

God, Naomi... what the hell are you hiding from me now?