I told them about Chloe, leaving out what we’d done over Christmas and being sketchy about all the details. At first, they found it amusing that a Hollywood actress was ‘stalking’ me. Then they became more sober when I told them that we had to take her somewhere to get evaluated because she was ‘batshit crazy,’ as Brook had put it.
“That sucks,” Tim said to sum up.
“How were Wolf and Tim as students?” I asked and then smirked. “Did they give you a hard time?”
Cindy rolled her eyes, and both Tim and Wolf moaned at my attempt at humor.
“He’s big on not sharing details. I think we should make him suffer and not tell him,” Wolf said.
Honestly, I was happy he said that.
“I’m a little on edge,” Cindy said to let me know she was horny.
That told me she had left everyone alone and watched.
“Like I said, I’m not your guy. Hang around for the party. I have every confidence you can find someone to help you,” I suggested.
“I’ll go talk to Brook,” Cindy said and left us.
“Wow. I’d cut off important body parts to be with her, and you turned her down?” Wolf asked.
“She has a boyfriend back at school,” I explained.
What I didn’t tell them was Cindy and Kevin had an open relationship. I figured it was a good enough excuse for the guys.
“I’m just saying, though,” Wolf said.
We all agreed, including Mr. Happy, that I was ‘batshit crazy’ for passing. He liked Cindy a lot, as did I.
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The party started off a little slow. My friends, being from the Midwest, couldn’t understand why no one showed up on time. I had to explain that in LA, people liked to be fashionably late. You had to make an entrance, after all. By ten o’clock, our house had begun to fill up.
I stepped out back and watched everyone. Music was thumping, and everyone was either talking or dancing with smiles on their faces. It was satisfying to see them all having a good time.
I was off in my own world when Isabel Alexandra approached me with her best friend, whom I called ‘Groper’ because I couldn’t remember her name. Isabel got into my personal space, rubbed her breasts against my chest, and kissed my cheek.
“It’s my birthday,” she announced.
“Aye, uh … well … uh … happy birthday,” I finally managed to get out.
No offense to Halle James, but Isabel had a body made for sin. Ben was a complete idiot to risk losing her. What had me stammering was that I’d assumed that her magnificent breasts were fake. Her rubbing up against me made me painfully aware that they were spectacularly natural.
It was the dilemma I faced in Hollywood. Actors and actresses played younger roles. Isabel had to be ten years older than me. There was also the minor roadblock of her dating my friend Ben Doman and me forgetting who I was dating. Oh, yeah, Brook’s name finally came to me. If she kept rubbing those traffic-stoppers against my arm, I might forget my
Groper picked that moment to grab my package. Her eyes got big when she found that Mr. Happy had noticed Isabel, even if the big brain had been scrambled. I looked Groper in the eyes and then looked down. She hadn’t let go.
“You know that you do that to the wrong guy, and you might be sorry,” I warned her.
“Somehow, I don’t think you’re the wrong guy,” she challenged me.
“I wouldn’t push it,” Cindy said as she sauntered up.
My brain almost locked up when I thought that if I combined all three girls, I might have the future Mrs. Dawson. Cindy had a killer butt, while Isabel had a rack that made boys like me drool, and Groper seemed like just the right amount of slutty fun.
“Really?” Groper said as she ran her palm along my length, causing me to suck in my breath.
“David’s not the tame boy you think he is. He comes across as the All-American boy next door. In reality, he could drag the three of us to his bedroom, and we would be happy girls come morning,” Cindy shared.
“Sounds like you know,” Isabel said, and Cindy gave a mysterious smile to confirm. “He might be what I need as my birthday present.”
“Back off, Bitch!” Brook said as she stormed up. “He might be too polite to say anything about you rubbing his dick, but I’ll kick your ass.”
Groper jerked her hand back. I pulled Brook to me before she decided to do any physical harm.
“You know my girlfriend, Brook?” I asked.
“We met on the yacht,” Isabel said.
“We should all talk,” Cindy said.
I groaned when I thought of all four of them in my bed at the same time. Brook leaned in and kissed my neck.
“You be good while we talk.”
“You’ll let me know if you need me,” I said to suggest that I might help her ‘talk’ to them.
Cindy winked at me as they walked away.
Aw, shit, now what was I supposed to do? All I could think was Cindy would lead me astray if I let her. I didn’t need to damage my friendship with Ben just because I wanted to do bad things with his girlfriend.
Mr. Happy was like the devil on my shoulder. He pointed out that first, it would be good, not bad, and we both knew it. Second, Ben planned to do the same things with my friend Halle. He almost made it sound like two wrongs actually did make a right.
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