"Erica you slut!" the blonde girl said and slammed the door hard.
I remained still in my white robe as water was dripping off of my body. The water on my face was gliding its way down my face from the shower. I was already used to hearing that word. I took the smaller towel off my shelves and wiped my hair and face. When I finished blow drying my hair a beautiful girl came out of my bathroom naked. Showing me her curvy body with a pair of long slender legs. She was beautiful but somehow my mind would always drift off to Camila, after all, she was the reason I became a player because some of these girls just looked like Camila especially this one right now.
A beautiful body that made her look good in any clothing. Her blonde hair was straight with wavy ends. She was by far the longest girl I have dated, and somehow I never want to let her go. "You can stop looking at me like that, Erica," she commented walking up to me. "Happy Birthday," she tiptoed in order to whisper into my ears, licking them, catching me off guard, and biting them, making me moan. She wanted to come up and plant a kiss on my forehead but she couldn't, so she pouted and I laughed. I lowered my head down to kiss her on her lips before she could complain about her height. I slowly lowered one of my hands down to her wet body giving her a wave of pleasure before I pulled her into my body grabbing her ass with my hands giving them a tight squeeze and she moaned out in pleasure. When the kiss ended I decided to give her a spank on the butt leaving her ass with the color of red.
"Haven't got enough orgasms yet in the shower, darling?" I whispered before giving her another spank.
"Mmm.." and laughed. "Any more orgasm I think I'll end up feeling numb."
"Good point, but that doesn't mean the other parts won't feel numb." I leaned in and put my hand just on her abdomen, slowly moving up to where her breast was giving them a squeeze as I sat down on the desk so my lips could meet her tits. Taking one of them into my lips and the other massaging it. She shuddered at the touch. "What? Ah ha i-its cold."
Taking one hard bite she arched her body. "Honey, I just drank ice-cold water." She quickly blushes and lets me do my magic. When she was feeling enough pleasure we stopped and she decided to go to my closet to grab a button-up shirt. I just stood there watching her taking a few sips of cold water out of my cup. When she wore my shirt she looked dangerously hot since the shirt only goes down to her upper thigh. Especially when she's not wearing anything inside; no bra and no underwear. She's driving me insane.
"Fay?"
"Hmm," she replied.
"Do you want to go out next week?"
She laughed, "It's your birthday today, and you're talking to me about going out next week. Today is all about you."
"Actually Fay, a friend is coming to sleep over today. We do it every year."
"Oh, that friend! The girl you still have a crush on, Camila Lauren. Are you sure you want to do the sleepover this year even though today is both of your birthdays?"
I kissed the palm of her hand. "Yes, I'm sure. Don't worry I won't do anything to upset you."
"Hmm," she arched her eyebrow. "Are you sure? Because before I came out of the shower I was pretty sure I heard a girl calling you a slut before she slammed the door."
I winced, "Ok you caught me, but I dated that girl before I met you."
Damn. Maybe I shouldn't have said those words. Fay was looking at me with raging eyes, "Thanks Erica, but I didn't need that much information. You know what, invite me to your sleepover tonight, that way I can keep my eyes on you."
"C'mon Fay don't -"
"Don't try to stop me, Erica." I gave in a sigh before I gave up.
"Ok, you can come." Fay was smiling at me happily jumping up so that she could put her arms around my neck. "Gosh I really need to grow," she complained about her height. "Or Erica you should really just shrink down close to my height."
"Hey, it runs in the family."
"Oh really? How tall are your parents?"
"My mom is 1.8m and my father is 1.9m ."
"Freak! That's tall."
"Like I said it runs in my family."
"Well do your parents have cold icy blue eyes like yours?"
I laughed. "Yes, my dad has them except his eyes aren't like mine. He has blue eyes like the ocean."
"Wow," she exclaimed. "That's actually a very beautiful color."
"It is sad that I didn't get his eyes."
"Not at all," she whispered. Taking her hand to touch my face, I closed my eyes to feel her touch. I hummed. I love it when she touches me. "They're so beautiful and foreign. It's nothing I have ever seen."
"Are you telling me that I am an alien, love?"
"No, you silly," she laughs. "This foreign makes you look like a complete goddess."
"Thank you, love." I took her hand into mine and just decided to hold them. "You know it's been a while but I think with you I can finally move on, Fay."
"Really?" she said happily.
"Yes, Fay, thank you for coming into my life."
"No, thank you for finding me, Erica."
We both stood there hugging each other without saying a word. Then she took a peek at the clock swearing. "Erica, just as much as I love staying here to talk to you, I have to go home now or my parents are going freak!"
"Let me change and we'll grab a cab together."
"No, it's alright, birthday girl. Once I reach home I'll call you, so don't worry."
"Before you go, the sleepover starts at 6 pm. Prepare yourself because we're going to drink."
"And you do that every year?" she said, grabbing her bag and wearing her bra and underwear before putting back my white button-up shirt.
"Yea," I answered. "And I prefer you wear your own clothes, and not mine."
She rolled her eyes. "I'll be fine. See you at six," she said, giving me a kiss before heading out of my room. Good thing my parents aren't home today. However, I must tell them that I invited more friends over to the sleepover. I guess I'll add one more friend to the list for the sleepover to make things less awkward since my girlfriend is going to come over.
So I took my phone and dialed Emily's phone number. "Hello?" she said sleepily.
"Still sleeping dude? It's already one in the afternoon, get up, get out, and get something to eat, or else you won't be invited to my sleepover tonight."
"What?" she suddenly sounded more awake. I laughed at the other end of the phone. "You're throwing a birthday party and you're not inviting me?"
"I just did, dude. Now get your butt off of your bed and get ready or else I won't be letting you into my house. We're going to watch a movie, and did I mention that I have a lot of beer waiting in my fridge ?"
"Ok, I'm up. I'm up! Wait for me little beers." I shook my head and laughed. Emily always had the perks of making me laugh. She's one of the people I must invite in order to make things less awkward and more entertaining.
"It's starting at 6, be here by then!."
"Ok got it. I am just starting to brush my teeth here, do you want to see," she said. As she tries to turn on the video chat.
"Yea just brush your teeth properly. I don't need to see that," and with that, I ended the call. I looked around my room, there's only a queen-size bed, a spacious floor, a desk, some bookshelves, a closet, and no dolls -- unlike other girls.
Anyone who came into my room would describe it as being a guy room with no accessories, no decoration, but just a plain old room with a white wall, window, and bookshelves. Since today is a special day for Camila and me, I should get started on the decorations.
Many other birthday people often like to call professionals to decorate their rooms to get stuff done earlier, but I didn't like it. I'm more of an independent worker. I like working alone. I started blowing balloons and pasting happy birthday stickers onto my wall. I looked around and my eyes landed on the old broken bear sitting near my bed. I got the bear as a birthday gift from my mom when I was thirteen. It holds some special and happy memories. At that time I was overjoyed to have received the bear. I hugged it to sleep every night like a koala hugs a tree.
~ * ~
I began to shower since my body was drained with sweat after I finished decorating the room. I felt a hand wrap around my waist. I was startled for a moment, but I knew it was Fay. "I'm sweaty Fay, can't you see?." I turned around looking at her.
"Even when you're sweaty you still smell nice."
"You came early," I said with a smirk on my face.
"Why can't your girlfriend come early? I thought I could help, but I guess you're done. I can totally understand why the students at your school want you to be the student council president. However, that aside, most people would vote for you because you are so elegant and beautiful."
"Ok, thank you for the compliment Fay. But can you get out? I need to shower."
"Ok, but hurry," she said and left quickly.
I wanted her to jump into the shower with me, but I could tell that she showered already and has dressed up presentably for my sleepover. I guess she didn't want to lose her beauty to Camila, but she didn't have to do that. She's already beautiful and sexy in her own way.
As soon as I finished showering. Fay forced me to sit down on a chair and helped me blow dry my hair. It was her very first time drying my hair, and she was being ridiculous, but it was funny because she was blowing my hair onto my face. In the end, we wrestled for the hairdryer, and eventually, we both fell on my bed. With the urge to kiss, I leaned down to her slowly and gave her a slow and meaningful kiss. I was thinking of getting more touchy when my door suddenly flew open, and we both stood up embarrassed. Emily was standing at the door looking confused.
"What time is it Fay?"
"Oh... It's already 6!"
"Where is Camila isn't she here yet?" Emily asked.
"I'm right here," Camila answered, appearing out of nowhere, making Emily jump out of her skin."Hi Erica, I didn't know you were inviting some friends over."
"Yea... Sorry I didn't tell you, Camila."
"Who is she? I've never seen her around our school before."
"Right. Camila and Emily, this is Fay, she is from another school. Fay, these are my friends Emily and Camila."
"Interesting, Camila and Fay look almost alike," Emily complimented. "Both are blonde and they have the same body type. The only difference is that Fay's eyes are more almond-shaped and Camila's is more round and big. Oh, yea Camila is cuter-"
I could tell that Fay was offended and didn't want to speak, so I held her hand in mine to reassure her that I love her for who she is and not because she looks like Camila. "Camila and Emily," I cut Emily off. "She is not just a friend she is someone very special to me. She is my girlfriend." Fay's eyes widened looking at mine. I knew she was shocked but I also knew deep inside she was smiling with joy.
"Wait so you're telling me you're a lesbian?" Emily asked.
"Oh hell, Emily just shut up and go help yourself to a beer."
"Oh, are we starting movie night already?"
"Go drink!"
"Ok," she said and hopped out of the room.
For a second I thought I saw Camila's face sank a bit before she continued to smile like she always does. "It's nice to meet you, Fay," Camila said as she held out her hand.
"Nice to meet you too, Camila," Fay said as she shook Camila's hand.
I smiled happily. Hopefully, they're both going to become great friends.
When the pizza came, we chowed it all down hungrily, savoring every ham and bacon, but especially the greasy cheese. We played all night and slept at three. When I woke up it was already 10 am. Fay was sleeping peacefully beside me while Camila and Emily slept on a mattress on the floor. Silently, I got slid off my bed brushing my teeth and washing my face then I wore another clean robe.
Heading down to the kitchen, I saw my maid cooking breakfast for me. I ate my bread and egg in silence. Although this house was big I rarely saw my parents. What is the point of having a big house when there is no one in the house but the maid?
"Erica, this one is from your grandfather." My maid said. "It arrived this morning."
"Oh, thank you," I said. Ripping the envelope open, finding a ring box inside and a letter.
Happy Birthday my princess!.
I opened the box, and obviously, there was a ring inside, but the shape of the ring was odd. It was gold with a weird shape, a black stone with a big white fat L written in it. I smiled, sliding the ring into my middle finger. Strangely, the size of the ring changed and the stone went from deadly black to icy blue like the color of my eyes. I gasped. I tried to pull it out but it wouldn't come off, so I went to the sink and rubbed some soap on my fingers and tried to pull it out again but it wouldn't budge.
It was stuck.