Locked in the Friendzone Ch. 02

Cold-colored LEDs and fancy lanterns illuminated the vibrant party. You could just feel how rich Abby's parents were. In a way though it wasn't different from any other party. The stench of alcohol drowned by loud pop music and noisy guys, so you couldn't even smell it, up until the point where the anarchist scene slowly began to die out and people left for their beds. Half-drunk cups decorated the scene, Half-drunk couples making out in each and every corner and full-drunk strangers flirting with one another. Also pretty common was the long table on which various snacks and drinks piled up. My friends were proudly adding their freshly bought hedonism to the gathering.

What set Abby's party apart from the rest was the gigantic pool in the middle of the garden. Many deck chairs were placed around it, most of them occupied by girls presenting their body in eye-catching bikinis. There was also a white springboard, where a lot of guys in their swim trunks were gathering. Every few seconds you could hear a splashing sound followed by loud laughter. He wasn't there with them.

I could see she was thinking the same thing. Her hopeful eyes seeking and searching and sadly clinging to mine empty-handed.

"I need a drink." Vivi sighed, gesturing me to follow her. As she single-mindedly approached the table, I looked at her feminine hips swaying. Right to left and left to right and...

Pain suddenly reminded me of my situation. I could just feel the cage getting tighter and tighter, the aching becoming more and more frustrating over time. But her ass looked psycho hot in hotpants and I involuntarily started recalling all those times I stared at my private folder of her screenshotted Instagram stories, imagining how I would fuck her brains out from the back.

Vivi turned around to disdainfully look at me, making me feel caught. She wanted something strong and sweet.

"Sweet." she commented as I carefully wrote down her name on a paper cup.

"I like your handwriting. It's so gentle and intentional."

My fluttered heart seemed to pound out of my chest, as my shaky hands poured strawberry juice in her cup. A dash of lavender syrup was followed by a lot of vodka and voilà, my mixture successfully completed. She giggled a bit, because my hands were so shaky, but as soon as her red lips kissed my cup, carefully tasting my crimson creation, her intimidating eyes wandered all the way to me, communicating her new-born respect. Instead of praising me verbally, my Vivienne decided to maintain eye contact while taking a surprisingly big amount, swallowing it, licking her lips after. I couldn't avert my eyes. I felt disarmed. Eventually she giggled and released me, leaving for a deck chair. No invitation to join her, but I couldn't help it. Unfortunately, there weren't any seats left so I was forced to awkwardly stand right next to my cross-legged crush.

"You go the gym, right?" My desperate attempt at small talk to break the silence.

Her well-toned body below me, which I just couldn't stop stealing glances at, relieved her of a verbal response. Maybe she pitied me, because after a while she said:

"Why is that the first thing you ask me?" Caught of guard I spluttered: "I admire your discipline and uhh your dedication. I could never."

"Matters of routine are the easiest thing on earth. I struggle with the coincidental. Everybody who has her or his life under control would agree, don't you think, Louis?" Her sarcastic tone enchanted and her mocking eyes delighted me.

"It's the other way around for me. Life has me by the balls." Vivi giggled.

"I like you."

Leaving me no time to return her display of affection, she handed me her empty cup. I knew what I had to do. Obediently I made my cute interlocutor her second drink. The slightly different recipe forced me to conduct a taste-test, for she deserves nothing but the best. That my mouth touched her pink lipstick marks in the process was simply coincidental.

"Coincidence is my specialty." I murmured to myself, thinking about the white envelope stored inside my bag. This train of thought logically led me to my mission. Without warning I was catapulted back into reality. I was locked in an escape-proof chastity cage, to which I had only one key left. Within that tiny key resided tremendous power. Whoever possesses it may have me at their free disposal.  

The bag in which I hid the key peacefully leaned against the deck-chair just below her feet. While I was gone she had taken off her shoes. They were neatly parked right between my bag and her leather purse, each filled with one sock. Our fingers briefly touched each other, as I handed her the refilled cup. Her grin suddenly looked so dangerous and I was painfully reminded of the cold inner walls of my cage. This whole situation thrilled my submissive heart. Even though I couldn't think straight, I tried to focus on my objective. I need to waylay the right moment to slip my note into her purse without being caught.

"Tell me about yourself, Louis."

The way she spoke irritated me. No one ever uses my name, when they talk to me. And every time she does it sounds so belittling. As if I'm a bomb she has already defused.

"Well I'm not that interesting. I don't stand for anything. There's nothing I'm particularly good at. Perhaps I define myself merely through what I like. I like books, music, videogames and rollercoasters."

Between each interest of mine, I forced a small pause of speech, desperately hoping to sound cool. A hopeless endeavour, because my hobbies left little to no room for coolness. She acknowledged my introduction without comment, instead pulled out her phone. I remember feeling pathologically insecure on that day.

Finally, Vivi put forth her wish to go into the pool, after which she gracefully took off her white top. I had no time to admire the view, because she threw it right into my face. Recovered from the shock and the smell of her musky perfume, I found she had turned around and was in the middle of slowly pulling down her pants. Her ass, very naked, only a bit of creamy pink fabric hugged it tightly. I daydreamed about her sitting on my lap just earlier in the car, as she slowly slid her pants down her legs. Eventually she dropped and picked them up, allowing my undeserving eyes to see her bent over, stark-naked with just a skimpy bikini, ramping up my desire to fuck her senseless into the unbearable. But I was locked. Even if she were in front of me all nude and wet, I couldn't. And suddenly another flying piece of clothing hit me. I couldn't catch it very well, so it almost landed inside the water.

"Be careful! I need them for later. Or do you want me to freeze to death?!" She scolded.

"I want them neatly folded on my deckchair. There's nothing I detest more than wrinkles on my clothes."

She brushed past me, completely indifferent to my lustful stares. Eventually I decided to devote my attention to folding her clothes.

Dear reader, I want you to recreate what I have seen on that day. Please do not be afraid to use your imagination. Her tanned, spotless skin. The firmness of muscle veiled by the softness of her femininity. Her naked curves as if she was cut from marble by divine sculptors. Her delicate legs sweetly divorced by light pink polyamide, naturally leading the eye to the shiny jewelry adorning her belly-button, of course, how could it be different, the golden ratio of her body. And finally, her full breasts held and barely covered by her bikini. I just couldn't operate.

"Come on in, Louis. The water's warm, it's perfect!"

I hesitantly stood in in front of the blue waters, two eyes looked up at me. In a cute way, Vivi had folded her arms on the edge of the pool, and rested her left cheek on them. I felt uncomfortably exposed, as I pulled my shirt off. Unable to escape the situation, I had to present my half-naked self to her gaze. Her blue eyes slowly wandered down my chest all the way to my swim trunks. Why did it feel as if she was staring right through them, but to my relieve I saw that the chastity cage was invisible from the outside. With my small model I luckily never have to worry about any bulges in my pants.

"Cute."

A compliment? Immediately thousand thoughts flooded my brain and yet, in a frenzy, I still managed to give my thanks to her. Why would she randomly call me that, as soon as I take of my shirt? Am I attractive in her eyes? Does that mean she fancies me? Nevertheless I couldn't rid myself of this strange notion. In a discreet manner, her compliment felt belittling and emasculating. Her gaze imprisoned me in her personal menagerie, but the way she called me cute made me feel like her little white spitz, by no means a bloodthirsty tiger or a majestic lion. On this midsummer night I had wondered endlessly, what am I to you?

"Come on in!"

She took my hand and forcibly transported me into the pool. She's strong. I liked that. I also liked the sensation of my cage underwater. Beneath the permeable surface, I remember being so close to her almost naked body. She smiled at me, as if she remembered something.

"Today's your big day."

"What do you mean?" I replied.

"Your plan? Asking out the girl of your dreams? Remember?"

I regretfully nodded.

"Is she here, at the party?"

Her grin abashing me. I hesitated.

"Yeah.. but I'm scared of rejection.."

Vivi playfully gave me a dig with her elbow. "Don't be! Girls don't like insecure guys. You need to be proud of... uhm.. what you have!"

Before I could find the right words to change the subject, she triumphantly announced her idea to "overcome my fear".

"Just imagine I'm her and confess your hopeless love to me."

"Noo, that's too embarrassing!" I begged.

"It will help you and it will be fun I promise."

"But...-

"Shhh. No backtalk!"

I do not remember what came next very well. It all went down very fast, as if an invisible force pulled me through the rest of the evening, leaving space and time and her behind. And suddenly I have found most guests were gone, the night had drawn a veil of silence over the world and oh I cannot redact my own past! Pain absolved my self-deluding ignorance. Memories overflow. I must not lie!

To set the scene and for the sake of authenticity I remember swimming away. Now I had to close that distance, to approach her. She thought it necessary for me to start like that, as it reflected a real situation. Little did my angel know that it was real through and through. I didn't know what to do, so I decided to go with the flow. Not a good swimmer, I tiptoed to her, making a fool of myself. I felt it, but knew it was too late to stop.

"What is it, Louis?" She said in the sweetest voice imaginable. I tried looking into her eyes and began with a classic:

"I wanted to talk to you about something."

"What do you want to talk about?"

Silence. Silence. Silence.

"Hmmm?"

"I was just wondering," I had to break eye contact, stared into the water, saw her legs beneath the surface, my heart pounding

"uhm Vivienne," My voice was shaking.

"I was wondering uhm.. no.. wait.. I wanted to ask you, if you want to go out with me." My plan to add an I love you was thwarted by Vivi bursting with laughter.

I wanted the water beneath to take me, as I had to listen to my crush talk about every little thing that was bad about my love confession.

"No girl would ever say yes to that. And it wasn't even the real deal.. I'm afraid you're a lost cause."

On the very first day she already started familiarizing me with that pain, that blissful ache.

After she had been faced with my poor performance, all the previous enthusiasm about helping me seemed to have run out. The awkward silence, which thickly pervaded the air, was broken by the arrival of Emma and friends. Jack and Adrian were with them and I immediately seized the opportunity to escape Vivi. Adrian seemed happy to see me. Jack not so much.

"What's up dude! Wanna play some chicken fight with us? Ask your girl too."

He pointed in Vivi's direction with a gesture of his head, his eyebrows arched, nodding in deference of my apparent achievements. Jack on the other hand frowned upon me, with jealousy seeping out of his eyes. If only they knew. I enjoyed their attention nonetheless.

"Sure, we play. But what on earth is chicken fight?"

"It's a pool-party classic! The Girls get on the shoulders of us guys and each pair builds a team. The aim is to be the last team standing, so you need to work to push the other teams into the water."

Adrian came a little closer to me, a dirty grin forming on his boyish face. With his voice lowered, he confessed that the real fun is in the girl sitting on your shoulder. With wolfish eyes Nathan peered at Emma, as if she was the delicious, mouth-watering rabbit and he the starved predator.

Incidentally, Emma did not look like a rabbit at all. Please excuse my poor metaphor. She has the face of a crocodile in the best way imaginable. Her jet-black hair is straighter than a knife and just as long as Vivi's blonde equivalent. I'm sure they did it on purpose. Evidently shorter than her best friend, Emma's body is still like a living wet-dream. Especially in the red bikini she wore on that day. She has slightly bigger breasts than her and wide hips. Her legs aren't as long, but she's a bit more tanned. They both go to the same gym, but Emma only got her membership a few months ago, which made a difference. Striking in her face are her long-lashed brown eyes, since she always had a lot of that make-up thing, which made her look like a cat.

Vivi gladly accepted my invitation to form a team. Everybody seemed drunk already, everyone was in high spirits. The three girls were sitting all lined up at the edge of the pool, us guys in the water with our backs turned to them. Emma was the first to get on the shoulders of her team partner. One could only feel adoration for those two lovebirds, as he grabbed her thighs with his hands and started spinning around wildly, making her scream in excitement. The next one was Jack and the red-headed girl, whose name I didn't know. She mounted him smoothly. And finally I felt the softness of thighs around my neck too. As if it couldn't get any better, I realized a warm sensation in my neck. My cage hurt painfully, while I felt the heels of her feet caress my belly.

So close.. Her bare skin, her softness made me weak. My knees were shaking underneath the water and I could only inch forward very slowly. I also felt her full weight pressing down on me, as she didn't really put in any effort to make herself easier. It's not like she was heavy or anything, I guess I was just too weak. Phys Ed was never really my best subject. To my sorrow, Vivi realized. She squeezed my head with her strong thighs, making me gasp for air.

"Come on! This is our chance!"

Spurred by her battle cry, I kept moving forward as fast as I could. Unfortunately we arrived to late. Emma and Adrian had already been defeated with a big splash, which went straight into my face, blinding me for a moment. Somebody screamed "Attack!" and before I could react, I heard another big splash and both of us were underwater. Vivi accidentally kicked me in the face, while adopting her balance, which I didn't mind.

While Jack and his girl triumphantly declared their win, Vivi gave me an angry look. She has always been a competitive girl.

"You're so slow." She berated me.

"Damn it. Now we pay them pack back!" That sufficed to reanimate her will to win and in the span of seconds, she mounted my shoulders again. I immediately regretted the lack of exercise I had done recently. But the thought of disappointing her spurred me on so greatly that I fueled my body with power reserves I didn't even know I had. But still extremely horny as I was, thinking with my dick, instead of my brain, I turned my head to the side, so I could feel her inner thigh on my mouth. She violently pulled my hair.

"If you turn around, I'll break your neck."

Her scary warning terminated any further advances of mine with uncompromising brutality.

The next round had begun and the previous winners very much attempted to defend their title. Jack, driven by ruthless jealousy and the desperate need to assert himself in front of Vivi, was clearly targeting me with big steps. To my bad luck he was much bigger than I was, that begrudging son of a bitch, and so, my little fleeing-steps backward, my gawky stumble and her outraged orders "Forward!" or "Attack!", were ultimately unable to save us.

Splash!

This time she wouldn't forgive me. Degrading insults rained down on me for everybody to hear. There was neither consideration in her volume, nor in her words.

"Are you a man or what? Too weak to carry a girl on his shoulders, too virgin to grab my thighs and too timid to fight. I need a real man, not a weak little wimp!"

She looked at me disparagingly one more time before her erotic body was naturally drawn to Jack, who had won again and who had anticipatingly dropped off his previous girl to the edge of the pool, already awaiting his new, busty ally. She sensually climbed on his wide shoulders like a cat, her arms wrapped around his neck, then her thighs. She was grinning. She knew that she had him completely wrapped around her finger and she knew that he, who was the strongest partaker, would lead her to victory. And as I swam to the rim, knowing that I had never felt so humiliated and emasculated before, I thought, how beautiful are blonde hair darkened and glued by the wetness of the water.

The natural conclusion of our (me and gingers) recent situation (being replaced by someone better) would be to form a new team together. But sadly she didn't seem too interested in said idea after everything Vivi had said about me. I looked up at her, in the hopes of regaining some sense of dignity, to which her reply was to stand up and leave the function. Utterly rejected I remained in the water to witness Jack and Vivi win round after round together from up close. I truly was the number one masochist at that party. More and More guests joined the aquatic battlefield, even Abby the cute host entered together with her boyfriend. Everybody had the time of their lives, while I watched Vivi from a distance, alone, with my poor little cock desperately trying to grow hard, only to be crushed by solid metal bars. I hated seeing his strong hands clutching her feminine thighs, I hated seeing her cheer him on, I hated her stroking his hair as a reward after each win. She never even looked in my sad direction. Nobody did. I felt completely alone with my suffering.

The saddest part about all of this though was that I knew that Jack was just a means to an ends for her. She didn't care for him even the slightest. Her desire lay far beyond a simpleton like him, which naturally led me to that bastard Luke, she was obsessing over just earlier in the car. Wasn't he supposed to be here as well? I looked around, but he wasn't there. I could be sure, because you don't just overlook a guy like him. Anyway, If Jack was trillion times lesser a man than Luke, but still easily managed to steal her from my shoulders, what does that make me? And how hopelessly unbridgeable the chasm separating Luke from me? On that very moment, I first realized the impossibility of being romantically pursued, of being sexually desired by her.

Before long the thrill was gone. Everybody found excuses to leave, so that even those who wished to continue submitted to the will of the people. Not sure how to act around Vivi, I kept my distance. But apparently I had no need to, because before leaving the pool she had assigned me with the task of fetching her towel. She seemed to have simply forgotten about the incident. Happily, I complied and everything was going smoothly. Time went by and we talked, becoming acquainted with each other. While she met an awkward, stammering boy that had a hard time finding words to express his passionate spirit, I on the other hand met the girl of my dreams. My crush on her should be not be a secret to you anymore, dear reader, but from that pool party onwards, my obsession evolved into love. Like every other stalker, I always thought I knew everything about her. But you really couldn't know a person through the distance of a screen or a crowded lecture hall. I even feel ashamed nowadays when I think about how originally my feelings to her had only been superficial love of the body.

I found in her a witty girl, whose every sentence stood proudly as a testament to her merciless intelligence. Her sarcasm unheeded, she was, unlike me, a great conversationalist, always finding the right words, always looking into the eyes of her counterpart. The little time we shared sufficed to show that we were a good match. I'm not saying we are equals, which could not be farther from the truth, but we just clicked. Our sense of humor, shared opinions, interests, hell she was the first person to holistically understand all of my stupid cultural references. She's just the right girl to me.

Maybe I'm a bit delusional, but in a way it always felt like she saw it too. Our compatibility. As soon as I realized she somewhat liked having me around, this warm sensation spread in my chest. So, you can imagine how flustered I was when Vivi decided to give me her phone number by her own accord. My hands were so shaky, as she wrote it on my hand with her kajal, so she giggled and drew a perfectly-shaped heart at the end of it, making me squirm in my cage.

Everything was going smoothly until I went to get another drink for her, already infatuated again with the illusory figment that she might want me. Returning with a carefully compounded cocktail in my hand, I found her with Emma. Vivi seemed stressed. Yes, she was evidently agitated, but she also radiated heat: The heat of euphoria and resurfaced excitement.

"What's the matter?" I asked.

"He's here."

Emma's words stabbed through my heart like a hot needle. She treated me like I was part of their secret. And I was. The normal response to a contextless *He's here* would be to say *Who?*, but I knew who he was, so I kept quiet.

"Louis, my lipstick, get it for me, will you?"

"Yes."

"And my perfume."

"Yes."

I was completely out of it, on my knees, aimlessly rummaging the purse next to her feet. Above me I heard Vivi agonize over what to do. Emma tried to help her, but she was quite too excited herself.

"We need a plan!" She finally said. They were quiet for a moment and I finally found her noble-looking perfume and lipstick. As she snatched them out of my hand, her face suddenly lit up.

"Ahh I got it! Thank you so much, Louis. You're a genius."

She grabbed my arm excitedly.

"I somehow forgot you were a guy. Just go talk to him, don't worry about the rest." Utterly confused, I tried to say something, but she interrupted me with a peck on the cheek.

"Thank you so much." She let go of my shaking body to rebrighten her plump lips with glossy red.  And while she added her musky scent, she reawakened my stiff body by pointing in "his" direction. His name had still not been mentioned.

"Just look for the tall blonde stud. You won't be able to miss him"

Emma was right, I wouldn't miss him, I've seen his picture.

With that I kinda lost control over my own body. It started walking. Her kiss still lingered on my cheek. I wondered if she left a mark. Probably not, as she only touched up after it. I looked at the numbers on my left hand. As much as they might have meant to me a few minutes ago, I couldn't see it anymore. They were just random numbers, nothing in between them, nothing beyond their straight lines and curved arches.

He immediately caught my eye, as he stood there with his back against the wall, a cigarette in his mouth, speaking to somebody on the phone. He looked straight out of the movies with his black leather jacket and the short blonde hair. Intimidated, I tried to find a way out of my predicament, but there was no way I could let Vivi down. Obviously my biggest problem was that I had no clue how to approach him, I was never really an outgoing person. Soon his phone call had come to an end, leaving me no time to think, I needed to catch him before he got to his friends, so I just settled on bumming a smoke. That worked out just fine. He even lighted it for me.

"I've never seen you around. Who-a-you?"

"Louis."

"Luke."

His firm handshake stirred me awake. It seemed as if he didn't tolerate silence at all, because just the moment his deep voice decayed, he initiated his leave. As much as I tried to forget the purpose of this embarrassing scene, I just couldn't let him get away. Vivi had such a tight hold on my smitten heartstrings.

"Wait! Let's talk, you seem like a cool guy."

My unnatural insistence surprised him.

"Sure. Go ahead, buddy." He put no effort in to hide his boredom.

"What do you do?"I awkwardly looked up at him, since he was a lot taller.

"I study criminal justice."

"So you want to become an officer?"

He didn't reply, just grinned cockily. God, I hated his guts. In order to let the conversation advance less awkwardly, I waited for him to ask about my academic field, but he never did.

Just when the silence became unbearable, Vivi appeared, saving me from this nightmare.

"Louis, there you are! Your friend over there needs your help."

"Who?"

She purposefully raised her eyebrows, while giving me a stern look. I understood she wanted me to leave them the fuck alone, but my body was glued to the spot.

"Where?" I asked, desperately trying to justify my presence. But she didn't hear, her full attention had already been turned to Luke.

"Hi Luke." She said, sweetly. Sweeter than anything she had ever said to me. Observing him, I found that the boredom in his eyes had completely vanished with her arrival. He probably recalled the emoji he received from her earlier. Oh, how have I suffered! Her standing so close to him, looking up, subtly biting her lower lip, her tube top pulled down a little more, revealing her pink bikini underneath. For him, not for me. Although the cup with my cocktail was in her hands, I'm sure she had already forgotten about me.

"Hi Vivi, watcha drinking?"

How I detested hearing her precious name come out of his mouth.

"I don't know. Maybe you should try it."

She came even closer to him and brought the cup, my cup, all the way up to his chin, still looking up into his eyes. He was so much taller than her, as he grabbed the cup with his strong hands, wrapped around her slender fingers still holding my cup. And as he drank, I hated him for tainting the connection I had carefully built with her and I hated him for reminding me just how fragile it had been.

Apparently he liked it, so he just had to take another sip. Thirsty as he was, Luke took more than expected, causing Vivi's purse to drop down against her arm. A little bit of my drink spilled and so she judged her purse a nuisance to their flirting, which for unknown reasons reminded her of her annoying bystander. Without warning she pushed her purse in my arms, adding a bossy

"Don't you dare lose it."

I nodded by default like a servant. Something in the way she treated me turned me on so much, I felt the immediate craving to jerk off. Then they left. Without saying goodbye, without acknowledging my existence at all, just utterly absorbed in each other. Everybody could tell that it was just a matter of time before they would have their hands all over each other. I looked after them. My dick was pulsing and raging in its confinement like a mad prisoner trying to escape.

I looked down and somehow seeing all of her things chaotically cobbled together in her purse turned me on even more. Standing was not an option any longer, so I sat down, feeling the weight of it on my crotch. It reminded me of our car ride and how she grinded against my cage. I closed my eyes and began to rub it against my pants. Not feeling a thing frustrated me, I frantically shuffled around, got up, roamed about for relieve, finally coming to the conclusion that I could not remain locked any longer. Immediately my plan crashed down on my dazed and confused self. How lucky I had gotten! But I needed to get that cage off my dick immediately. I remembered the key strapped against the note. But I couldn't just rip it off. It would destroy the whole thing. Everything! Would it? Then I mentally leaped to the other key, which I had thrown in the river mere hours ago. I have never in my life regretted anything this painfully. Eventually I just sank down on a rock next to me, crestfallen, staring deep into her purse. And then I slowly reached into my pocket, pulled out the white envelope and hesitantly slid it inside.

Further accounts of that eventful night will be narrated in a faulkneresque stream of consciousness writing style as to mirror the fragmented and hazy nature of my memory. I remember pouring drink after drink in desperate need of an escape. There was indistinct chatter all around, roaring laughter mixed with drunk screams and loud splashes from the pool. And when you listened beneath the oppressive music you could even hear the water bubbling and burbling, gargling and gurgling, it makes you wanna throw up. And in the midst of everything was Vivi with that stupid guy she was so crazy about. First they were just talking, but then they were kissing, her arms locked around his neck, eyes closed, all the while still holding my cup, abandoned and neglected. It was me who found the lipstick and now he reaped what I sowed right off her lips, while invisible chains kept my body from moving away. I was locked dead in that sad voyeuristic position for the rest of the night, while they were alive, moving, switching it up by the minute. She even stripped down to her bikini, revealing her voluptuous body to him. He followed her example and changed into his swimming trunks too. You could just tell how much he wanted to continue the kissing, the touching. But she knew exactly what she was doing, giving him only ever so much, that he was practically begging for more. But he wouldn't allow her teasing for much longer. Seconds later he had my Vivi in the pool with her legs wrapped around his muscular torso, pressing her almost naked body on his, kissing him with nothing but lust commanding her movements. They had no idea I was watching. And while he had his hands around her ass, I had mine around my cage, trying to ease the pain.

At one point, after I made sure no one saw me I brought the lipstick she used to my mouth and started kissing it. The thought that it must have caressed her luscious lips many times intoxicated me like a drug. By now he was pressing her willing body against the edge of the pool really close to the rock I was tied to. I only saw her shoulders and her wet hair from behind, while he worked on her slender neck. Moans, more soft, more feminine than everything I ever heard escaped her tilted head. God she was so sexy with wet hair. And when he stopped and just looked at her with that damn smug grin of his, something happened, something that was supposed to be between the two of them, but they involuntarily made me a part of their secret by doing it right in front of me.

It started with her leaning forward, probably whispering something into his ear. Then she lowered her shoulder, which indicated that she was moving her arm underwater. Slowly, back and forth, back and forth. Just when I wondered what it was she was doing, the sudden change in his facial expression explained everything I needed to know. It felt like I was bursting in my cage, when she finally let go of him and unexpectedly left the pool. As in a trance he followed after her, hands in his pockets to conceal his erection. After she picked up her clothes, Vivi walked directly in my direction, pearls of water ran down her body, making her even hotter as she skillfully put on her top. I panicked. Did she caught me staring?

But nothing, she passed without even so much as glancing in my direction. Luke, also dressed, followed her to the house entrance. Were they about to leave together? What about her purse. I looked at it, saw my note and got sad. But they could also be looking for a quieter, less public place to... I don't wanna say it. Now she left me alone for good, which had me wondering what to do. Well, I couldn't leave, because then her stuff could get stolen, but I couldn't return the purse to her either, because then I would run at risk to find her... or him... ahh stop, stop, stop! But what if she went home with him... Then I'd have to take her stuff with me or give it to Emma, but that's impossible because Emma could find my letter.. But I couldn't take it home either, because there's always the possibility of her return. I concluded that the only option I had was to wait, which in and of itself was kinda humiliating, because.. Ahh stop thinking about it.

Eventually I decided to distract myself by looking through her purse. It may sound ridiculous to you, but every single of her things turned me on so much. I decided that the waiting was in fact worthwhile just for the access to her stuff. Sure, just leaving without saying anything was still a bitch move but yeah. First there was a lot of make-up related objects scattered around, then I found her perfume bottle. Spraying against my hand and smearing it under my nose, turned out to be a bad idea, because it would continue to torture me and my locked dick until I finally got used to her feminine scent. Then there was her wallet, which contained a few bucks and a bunch of cards. One for the local Library, another for her gym membership. I especially liked her ID, because a fairly recent picture of her gorgeous face decorated its boring nature. While I took a picture with my phone, I couldn't help but admire the natural beauty of her face without make-up. The stern and critical look in her eyes made me fold immediately.

As to not bore you, dear reader, I will refrain from listing any more of her personal belongings, since I assume you won't derive much pleasure from that, right? You are not as obsessed as me, are you? I wouldn't blame you. Anyways. I'm pretty damn sure the pathetic way I spent the following hours, yes she kept me waiting for two full hours, concerns you even less, so I decided to skip them. Just imagine a lot of booze and a vivid imagination.

It was long past midnight, when they returned. Most of the guests had already left for their homes or fell asleep in bizarre positions. Still leashed to the rock, the puppy lost its sense of time, waiting for his owner to return. And when it finally heard that familiar voice, it's tired and drunk body would've sprung to life, expressing reawakened happiness, hadn't there been his rival, with his arms around her waist. They kissed. Again. A few meters in front of me. Then she saw me. Her make-up was ruined. The lipstick I gave her smeared around her lips, destroyed by that horrible, horrible guy.

I was unable to get a single word out, when she gave me a brief hug for holding on to her purse. One second of heaven, but she wasted no time slipping out of my arms to return to his.

"Is the guy with the car still here?" She asked. It took me a moment to regain my voice.

"No, he left with Emma." It still came out a drunk and stammering mess.

"Oh, right."

"I'll drive you home." Luke interjected.

Her eyes lit up. "You will??" She hugged him tightly. "Thank you Lukeee!"

"No big deal. What about him?"

"Oh.. I think he'll be fine." Vivi grinned in my direction. Did she enjoy this? "Right, Louis?"

"y.. yes.."

"You sure, buddy?"

Before I could reply anything, she interrupted him with a long sensual kiss. That's when he caught the hint and they left. Dumbfounded I stared after them. Her exposed hips swayed hypnotically. Then he put his arm around her waist, pulling her close, making me look away. That's when I saw her black leather purse around her shoulder and realized, with every step she carried my key further and further out of reach.

A few minutes later I passed through the entrance with an awfully long walk ahead of me. And while I had calmed down a bit, a certain feeling remained. How can I explain? I have never felt anything like this ever before. Walls of passivity I had carefully built around me, lay in ruins by my feet. The Security they provided collapsed with them, but a new sun shone my way. One I had seen, but never known before. Suddenly I was afraid. I saw my helplessness and the loss of control and the uncertainty all around me. But that's okay. I wanted this. On that very day, I broke the curse, I came out of my shell.