Four Letter Lie

Feeling horribly guilty I wriggled out of the cocoon of blankets, grabbing a random shirt off the pile in my room and leaving the scene of the crime. I couldn’t believe myself, I had seriously crossed the line. I couldn’t control myself though, I wanted to know what I could have had. [strike]What I can have.[/strike]

“Trying to sneak out before your one night stand wakes up hey?” A cocky voice interrupted my thoughts.

I turned to Ronnie and looked down, I was embarrassed. My cheeks flushed a bright crimson, I picked my hands up holding them against the warmth trying to suppress it. I heard him sigh, his footsteps approached me.

“Abby…” he lifted my chin with his fingertips, my eyes diverting up his bare chest to interlock with his dark eyes. “We had sex, there’s nothing you can say or do that will change that. You know, you’re single now you’re allowed to have fun and have new, experiences”

“I know that, but with you?” I said unintentionally cold.

“Gee thanks!”

“Shit” I blurted out “I didn’t mean it like that. I meant like, of all people I had to go have sex with my ex-boyfriends best friend? I don’t mean it as you personally I just mean it as a situation”

“I know that, Max lost his chance with you” he caressed my cheek “Let’s just have you some fun to forget about everything that’s happened with Max okay?”

“Okay…” I replied softly with a faint nod “But Ronnie, your already breaking the rules of the friendship by coming here and staying with me without Max knowing, and now were having sex? Don’t you think if Max finds out all hell will break loose? Isn’t the saying, ‘Bro’s before hoe’s’ meant to have some sort of proud meaning to you?”

“Probably, but I was never a person to follow the rules anyway” he shrugged casually.

“I don’t understand how you’re so easy going about this” I threw my hands around in confusion.

He chuckled and placed his hands on my hips “It will all be okay Abby, I promise”

“How can you be so sure?”

“I just am. Now, let’s forget about everything and… just I don’t know, have fucking fun?!”

“Okay Radke” I smiled softly.

“Firstly I think to forget Max, he shall not be named for this time I’m staying here – a Maxwell Green free zone!” he cheered.

I smiled and nodded lightly in a reply. Just because I couldn’t say his name doesn’t mean I didn’t think about him; constantly.

“And secondly, I can be your fun – whenever you want me, and I mean that in the most sexual way possible, I’m yours” Ronnie said in complete seriousness, it took me by surprise.

My mouth dropped and I shook my head at the perverted and somewhat appealing images running through my mind. I assumed last night to be a one night, mistake sort of thing – not a recurring event.

“Ronnie!” I shouted back after regaining my composure.

“Psh, what!?”

“You can’t seriously mean were just going to be part-time fuck buddies right?”

“No, I don’t just mean we are going to be part-time fuck buddies, we are going to be fuck buddies”

“Ronnie…” I said uneasily.

“Look, I’m not saying that we have to or anything but keep your options open. I’m still going to be here for you and everything as a friend but also as more than a friend. Think of me as a friend you can touch, kiss and get all sorts of naughty with!” he shouted with a wink.

“I don’t know” I shrugged.

“Friends with benefits, no strings attached, just lots of humping and bumping” Ronnie chorused.

I giggled half-heartedly and ran my hands through my hair “We’ll see…”

Ready for an end to the conversation I headed over to the kitchen and fumbled around in the cupboards - I couldn’t help but let my mind relive my memories of Max burning dinner. Everything thing I did and everything thing around me reminded me of him. Even though as I was reliving my times with Max, I couldn’t help but smile unconsciously at what happened last night. I can’t deny I don’t want to be more than just a friendship with Ronnie, but I didn’t want it to be relationship. The idea of friends with benefits was becoming even more tempting.

“I’m going to shower, you made me all hot and sweaty” he grinned, fanning himself before heading to the bathroom.

I shuddered in disgust and wrapped my arms securely around my middle. My phone buzzed from the kitchen bench, I reached over and picked up the now recognised unknown number without giving it a second thought.

“Hi?” I talked into the phone.

“Abby, it’s me, Max”

“I know, hey…”

“Look, I know you don’t want to talk to me just yet and I’m going to give you your space but I just wanted to thank you for everything yesterday”

“It’s okay. Are you feeling better today?” I asked politely.

“Yeah actually, well kind of. I did vomit this morning when I tried to eat something but the vomiting has stopped apart from that unlike yesterday when I was a fucking fountain.” he said bitterly with a chuckle in his voice.

I smiled softly and giggled into the phone “We’ll I’m glad to know you’re on the mend”

“Are you?” he asked.

“What do you mean?”

“Are you on the mend?” his question took me off guard.

“I, uh…” I muttered tugging at the hem of my shirt, looking down I realised it was one of Max’s “I don’t know”

“I’m sorry to hear that and I can’t apologize enough for it. I really just want to sit down with you and talk about everything, I need to. ”

“I know you do Max, but can we just give it some time – please?”

“Yes sure, can we make a deal though?” he asked insecurely.

“Max…” I sighed “I don’t want you to make any more promises to me, I don’t want to be let down once again”

I heard him painfully sigh, it seemed as he was realising how much he had hurt me, how much he had fucked up “I don’t want to make you any promises, I just wanted to give myself a sort of deal but that means involving you”

“Go on” I added, deciding to hear his proposal.

“If I force myself to continue with these withdrawals, and get clean can we talk about things? It is kind of motivation for me in a sense, knowing that if I stick it through I’ll be able to fully apologize to you”

“If that’s what you want”

“This isn’t about me, it’s if you’re okay with it – only then will I use the idea as motivation, and It’s okay to say no”

I smiled down at my shirt, playing with the fabric between my fingertips “It’s okay with me”

“Thank you, Abigail” my heart melted a little hearing him say my full name in the way I had grown to love.

I heard the shower stop, I knew Ronnie would murder me with his bare hands if he caught me already breaking this ‘Max free zone’. “Max, I have to go… Emma’s just finishing up in the shower and then were going out” I lied.

“That’s okay, thanks for taking my call”

“It’s okay” I smiled softly “Well, seeya”

“Bye!” he said brightly “Oh and Abby, it was good to hear your voice again”

I instantly hung up the phone, not intentionally trying to be rude but to stop myself from bursting into a current of warm tears. I composed myself and put my phone on charge before heading into my room. I was lying to both Max and Ronnie, I felt horrible – I never use to intentionally lie, I don’t know what’s wrong with me. My heart jumped as Ronnie walked into my room, butt naked.

“RONNIE!” I screamed covering my eyes “You’re going to give me nightmares!” I giggled softly.

“Shut up women, it’s nothing you haven’t seen anyway” he huffed.

“Doesn’t mean I actually want to see it in the daylight, at least last night the lights were off – thank god” I teased playfully.

“Oh really?” he asked sarcastically.

“Really really” I smirked playfully.

“You can uncover your eyes now, I’m dressed”

“Thank – HOLY MOTHER FUCKER!” I yelled abruptly as I opened my eyes to reveal Ronnie’s dick right in front of me. “WHAT THE FLIPPING FUCK! IM GOING TO VOMIT! RONALD JOSEPH RADKE, YOU’RE DEAD!” I screamed flailing my arms around like a mad women.

He laughed triumphantly “I won’t be dead, you won’t even open your eyes to be able to see me so you can kill me!” he spoke confidently.

I dropped my hands, Ronnie was still naked but I didn’t focus on his body. There was a terrified look on his face as I reached down and picked up the towel that once covered his bare skin. I stood up with an assertive smile and twirled the towel as tight as I could. I watched as his eyes widened to the size of dinner plates before his white ass bolted out of the room. I chased after his easily and with a flick of my wrist the towel whipped straight onto his left ass cheek causing a scream of pain erupt from Ronnie. I laughed in utter pleasure as I continued to create bright red whip marks all over Ronnie’s naked body.

He had cornered himself in the room, trying to cover his body with his hands “Do you want me to continue?” I asked proudly.

“NO!” he yelled.

“Now, time for an apology mister”

He huffed deeply “I’m sorry Abby”

“For?...”

“For putting my willy in your face” he smirked slightly, I glared at him and he quickly wiped the look from his cheeks.

“And will you ever do it again?”

“Not right this second” the smile I grew to be wary of gradually reappeared on his face.

“Ronnie…” I said cautiously, backing away from the naked man.

He stood up straight, stretching out once before running at me, tackling me down onto the sofa. I screamed and tried to swat him away with no success.

“RONNIE! YOU’RE DICKS ON MY STOMACH!” I screamed at him through fits of laughter.

“I HAVE NO SHAME, I’M FREE WILLY!” he shouted back bigheadedly.