Crest (Aggro) by Carrie Gray (best ereader for comics txt) 📕

Violet

Days later, I still couldn’t stop thinking about the way he touched me. It was a brutal tease, a little taste of something charged and delicious. I would have let him take me on the sand. I would have grinded into his palm until I was flooding his hand with my cum. I wasn’t a virgin. I learned the power of sex a couple years ago with a senior at my school. But this was next level. Brian Shirley and I had crossed the line, and now there was no going back. I needed more.

“What are you daydreaming about?” Breeze asked while climbing into bed. We were having our weekly sleepover. I loved my best friend. She was probably the only person in this world I could genuinely count on aside from my twin brother. She was devoted and loyal. She was always thinking of ways to make me smile.

And here I was, pining for her father.

“Just thinking about a surfer I met recently,” I lied. The words rolled off my tongue a little too easily.

Breeze tickled me lightly, and I laughed. “You’re always finding surfers.” I squirmed and squealed while she teased me.

“It’s a gift! What can I say?” I joked back. Breeze wrapped me in a hug and cuddled me. It was something we often did. I once told Breeze that I couldn’t remember a time my mother ever held me, so she made sure to do it every chance she got. I played with her hair and smiled at the comfort my best friend offered. I was so fucking lucky to have her, so why would I risk this for someone I could never truly have?

“Celeste made fun of me today,” Breeze admitted, making my hackles rise. Celeste was starting to be a serious pain in my ass. I hated that my brother kept dicking her, especially after she pretended to be my friend, only using me to get close to Chase. I knew for a fact that one of the reasons Celeste still bullied Breeze was because she saw the way my brother looked at my best friend. Chase might not act on it or admit it, but he liked Breeze. And I definitely knew she liked him. And even though I wouldn’t care, she kept that secret and didn’t act on it out of loyalty to me. I loved her for it, which was another reason why what Brian and I did on the beach was so fucked up.

“What did she say?” I asked.

“She said I would die a virgin,” Breeze whispered. “She makes me feel like this naive little puppy that follows you around.”

I was going to cut that bitch. “Breeze Shirley, you listen to me,” I said before sitting up. She followed my move and stared at me. “Fuck Celeste. Fuck anyone that makes comments about your decision to wait.” Her sex life was a conversation we had often. Even though I wanted her to get out there and date, it had nothing to do with pimping her out. Breeze didn’t realize how fucking perfect she was. She was gorgeous. She was genuine. She was smart. If she started seeing what I saw, then the rest of the world would, too. “Your body, your choices. You can fuck every guy on the island if you want, or you can wait until your wedding night. Don’t let Celeste make you feel bad because you haven’t lost your virginity yet. If anything, she’s just jealous. If you wanted to have sex, I could name at least twenty guys that would happily pop your cherry. You aren’t naive, you just have a really beautiful heart that’s waiting for the right person. You’ll know when it’s time.”

“I just wish I could be like you,” Breeze said, crushing my heart. If she knew my thoughts regarding her father, she would take that back. I was a bad person. I was fucked in the head. I had daddy issues. “You just see what you want and go after it. I get too stuck in my own head.”

I gave her a smile and laced my fingers through hers. “One of these days, you’ll find a guy that’ll drag you out of your head. Then, he’ll pin you on his mattress and…”

Breeze jerked out of my grip, picked up a pillow, and tossed it at me with a snort. It killed me that she didn’t realize how amazing she was, but I knew that one day she would find her tall, dark and handsome surfer when she least expected it.

I picked up the pillow and fluffed it behind my head, settling into my purple covers. Breeze lay back down beside me and started twisting my dark hair into a braid when we started to hear loud rhythmic moaning from the next room.

“Oh. My. God. Chase! Turn down the fucking porn!” I yelled through the wall that separated my room from my twin’s as Breeze and I melted into a fit of giggles.

Breeze fell asleep long before I did, her breathing deep and slow. The quiet darkness of the room gave me the opportunity to indulge in my memory of Brian’s fingers teasing my clit, his eyes on my naked breasts, and the outline of his massive cock through his board shorts. If Breeze hadn’t called and stopped us, I would have wrapped my lips around his dick and sucked until he begged for release.

I squirmed on my side of the bed, completely aware of how psychotic it was to be desperately reliving the feel of her father’s fingers on my nipple while she slept next to me. Looking at the clock, I realized that it really wasn’t that late, and Mrs. Shirley was probably still at the hospital.

Before I had fully made the decision to go, I had slipped out of my bed and softly closed my bedroom door behind me as I snuck out. Grabbing my purse from the table