Page 28 of Play With Me

Brooks

Rgr hydrate and prep your knees sgt

I caught sight of Nathalie weaving through the crowd, holding two beers over her head and smiling at every jackass who ogled her tits. I took a few steps forward to meet her, taking a bottle from her hand. I whispered my thanks in her ear and smacked her ass appreciatively as she slid past me.

Nathalie had been the ideal woman to lose myself in these past couple of weeks. She didn’t want a relationship with me and didn’t mind that I didn’t want one with her. She was so chill that she was borderline boring, but she didn’t play manipulative games. We got along well, got each other off, then got out of each other’s way.

Before we hooked up the first time, I told her the same thing I told Has after the trip to New York: I was hung up on someone I met a couple of years ago, but never dated, which was true. I might’ve been a fuckboy, but I was an ethical one.

I was pleasantly surprised when she wasn’t put off. She suggested we fuck it out as long as we were honest, respectful, and always wore condoms.

Then she told me about a guy she’d met in Spain over a study abroad semester last spring. After she’d fallen head over heels for him and withdrawn from school to stay with him, she’d found out he was married. Hence, the school transfer. Total shitbag.

As pissed as she was, she still missed him, so I made her come on my tongue while she told me the story, and she let me jizz on her tits after. Pretty quality ending to an evening of sharing emotional pain. We hadn’t talked about it since. Part of me wished I could fall in love with Nathalie instead.

She wasn’t perfect, though; she was dressed as a sexy nurse for Halloween—negative points for creativity—and she didn’t know who Has and I were (color-swapped Ziggy Stardust and Prince, come on), which was kind of a turn-off, honestly. No one wants to feel like a dork in costume. Regardless, I appreciated her friendship and her pussy, and I wasn’t complaining.

Hasan

Have you seen the video of Lou?

it’s fucking gold. Where are you?

Me

2nd floor there’s another bar in back

Hasan

omw

Has found me a few minutes later with a massive smile on his face. “I love this girl for real. She’s my favorite person in the world,” he said, handing me his phone with the video pulled up.

I clicked play, and Nathalie watched over my shoulder, her hand on my chest. It looked like the cast of The Lord of the Rings was walking down the street in NYC to whoops and cheers.

Her back was to the camera, and I knew it was her, just by the way she moved, but I was not prepared to get a chub from Gollum’s fine ass. Lou was wearing a blue-gray morph suit that showed every muscle and dip in her tight little scooterer’s body.

God fucking damnit.

I started laughing before she even turned around and lost my shit when she finally did. She was completely bald; her skin and cap were painted to match her pale suit. Nasty wisps of hair clung wetly to her head, and her wide eyes had been made up to look oversized. Dark circles below them and in the hollows of her cheeks changed her face enough to be nearly unrecognizable. And then she grinned, the coup de grâce, with a mouthful of awful pointy teeth that made my nuts retreat into my body.

Has was cracking up like it was the first time he’d seen it, “Keep watching!”

The cameraman was shaking with laughter as she hunch-hopped back over to him, tipped her head, and rasped in her Gollum voice, “We wants to have it, precious… just one lick, yesss, one sweet bite of your nasty little worm!” The cameraman stumbled when an elf grabbed her around the waist and dragged her back to the group, hissing, “Give it to us! We wants it!”

I heard her giggling happily, even when I couldn’t see her in the periphery of the shot.

“I don’t even have a father to disappoint!” she joked off camera. I smiled when she reappeared, hopping onto the back of a large dude dressed as the One Ring, and—she looked so fucking gross, but—I wished it was me.

“It’s Louisa, isn’t it?” Nathalie said later that night. We were naked in bed after I drained my balls, and my brain was moving more slowly than usual.

I groaned.

“Don’t give me that, Will, I’m not riding your ass about it, I’m asking as your friend.”

“What makes you think it’s Lou?” I didn’t want to lie to Nathalie, but I wasn’t eager to cop to it either. This was someone she’d likely meet once Lou moved up here after finishing her commission.

Smart boy. Keep yer head swivelin’.