Ah, to love your best friend and fuck your best friend. Shit should be put in Pandora’s Box and labeled ‘don’t touch’. Everyone knows I am not against falling in love, but I am against falling in love with your best friend.

Piper is clueless. I have known for a while she fights it every single day. Who can blame her? Our chemistry is out of this fucking world. I once made a list of all the reasons Piper is my closest female friend, and her beauty is the one difference between her and the guys. I told her the truth earlier today when I said she was like one of the guys but pretty. Hanging with her is the equivalent of hanging with one of my brothers. I can talk about fucking a chick with Piper. I can even shoot my guns while chilling with her. Shit. She’s unreal, this friend of mine. Fucking love her to pieces.

My thoughts always drift back to her. It never fails. I’d been thinking about bending one of the whores over, and now I’m thinking about Piper again. Always happens. I have to find me a girlfriend or a regular fuck, and fast, before Piper invades my every being more than she already does.

The night I got to sink into her three times in a row racked itself into my brain. It won’t leave, and I can think of only one way to get rid of it. I have to fuck someone else, and it has to be better than it was with Piper. Doing her on one of the picnic tables outside, against the door to the live-in, and on the dresser in my bedroom has left a fantastic fucking aftereffect on me. She tasted of heaven. There are no words for how good she felt on my tongue; heaven is the one thing I can think of.

Her pussy drew at my cock as if she was sucking me with her mouth. Juices flowed and leaked down to my balls. The woman didn’t dry up one time. She stayed wet and came over and over again. Nothing makes a man want to beat on his chest more than a woman who comes all down his cock. Most satisfying sex I have ever had. Hell, one of the very few times I can remember every detail. Ah, hell, it is the single time I can remember every detail.

God, she rode my cock something fierce.

I hear a buzzing whir and look over to my right to see the Doc sawing at Rap’s legs. What in the hell?

“Yo, Rap, what the fuck, brother?”

He still has a few weeks left in a cast. Dumbass will be walking with a limp.

“I can’t do it anymore, Sniper,” he mumbles over the top of a bottle.

Sure, bourbon will make it all better when your ass is walking funny. I can understand why he wants out of the wheelchair, but risk screwing up his legs? That is stupid as fuck. We ride bikes for a living, and he wants to chance it? Damn dumbass.

“Whatever. Your legs.” I laugh as I move to another seat closer to the pole.

A fine piece of ass is clapping her ass cheeks together as she dances to the music. I see one tattoo, a small butterfly on her right hip, which is a good sign she isn’t a muffler bunny. She’s here for a good time, not to hang around. She’s butt naked, so she wants to get fucked. She isn’t sure by whom yet, but I’m going to change that. The naked bitch isn’t a brunette, so that’s another plus.

Got to have every detail different to take this Piper hangover away.

“Finger test her.”

Speak of the devil.

“Finger test her.” I chuckle as I repeat what my best friend has said to me.

“Yeah, double finger test her. First, you lick one finger and ram it inside of her. If she makes a sound that isn’t a moan, and it’s more of an ‘ouch’ with a slight hiss, she’s got an infection. If she passes that test, lift your fingers up to your nose and smell. If she smells good, she’s good to go.”

Where in the fuck did she come up with this shit?

“Come on. You didn’t know that?” she asks as her green eyes laugh at me.

I fucking didn’t know that. Interesting little factoid.

“How did you stay clean without me?” She smiles and I almost forget all about the naked bitch on stage. Almost. My cock twitches inside my jeans. Piper did it, not the chick dancing.

Motherfuck! “Always distracting me.”

I shouldn’t have said that to her because Piper can distract me anytime she wants. Not many people come first in my life, but she’s one of them, and always will be. She’s right there behind my brothers.

“My bad. Hey, ass clapper, get down here.” She motions the chick down with one of her hands and my attention follows.

When she obeys Piper’s hand signals to stand in front of me, Piper kills me with what she says next.

“Spread your legs. My friend is gonna finger test you,” she explains. “What’s your name?”

I don’t need a fucking name. What the hell, Piper. Making a simple fuck personal.

“Everlee, and go ahead. I’m clean,” ass clapper replies.

When Piper gives me her irritated look, I snort and lick one of my fingers. She gives me the same look when I am taking my sweet ass time and need to hurry up. Piper’s attention stays on Everlee as I drop my hand between her legs and ram my wet finger up there. She doesn’t flinch, moan, or hiss. So I guess she passed the first test. I withdraw my finger and find myself disappointed when it doesn’t pop out. I’m not going to forget about Piper’s tight-ass pussy any time soon. That much is certain. I bring my hand up to my nose and sniff the test finger. Musk. The smell of her wet pussy tells me she won’t be the greatest, but she will have to do in a pinch.

“Smell?” Piper giggles.

I shake my head no without taking my eyes off her. I love her giggle. It is so innocent. It draws me to it because deep down, I know the sound comes from someone who isn’t so innocent. Piper loves to get into a little trouble here and there.