“I’m sorry about this,” Noah said, and she could tell that he meant it.
“I’m not,” Chloe said.
She heard her best friend gasp behind her. Even Chloe was surprised to hear herself say it. But she realized, in that moment, it was true. This was awkward as hell. Miserable in most ways. But if she’d been forced to choose her fate, she’d have chosen Noah anyway. At least she was going to be with someone who cared for her — who knew her in his heart.
Their baby, and she had no doubt that was what they were about to create, would at least be formed in love. Not romantic love, no, but a kind of love that, for Chloe, often felt deeper and truer than any she’d ever experienced with one of her boyfriends.
Noah touched her bare side again and a laugh escaped her.
“This is so strange,” she said, “You and me being like this. I mean, you’re Noah. You farted so loud during Thor: Ragnarok that people actually shushed you in the theater.
“I know,” Noah said, “You’re Chloe. I once saw you laugh so hard, chocolate ice cream came out of your nose.”
“But you’re also Noah, the boy that held me for hours after my mom died,” Chloe said.
“And you’re Chloe, the girl who kicked Evan Samuels in the balls after he tried to take my
Jell-O square at lunch.”
“Yeah,” Chloe said, distant. She did her best to look back at Noah. His body was nearly hairless, with little brown nipples that were so small, it was like they were embarrassed to exist. His penis, rapier thin, jutted out lewdly.
“Does it hurt?” Chloe asked, clearly looking at her best friend’s cock.
“I can’t say it’s not uncomfortable,” Noah said, “You?”
“Oh, I’m great,” Chloe said, “It’s so relaxing to be bent over like this in a tiny metal stall, I think I’m going to set up my college dorm room this way.”
They both laughed. Around them, the sounds of sex got louder. There had been reluctance at first, when the aliens had announced their intentions. But whatever doubts had existed before had clearly been destroyed. The cavernous room sounded like an orgy. Riley, the cute, quiet blonde facing Chloe, gasped and mewled. Her ice blue eyes rolled back in her head.
“I’m not going to do it,” Noah said, suddenly. His voice tremulous despite the firmness of his words. “I won’t do this to you. To us.”
“Of course you will,” Chloe said, shaking her head.
Her skin was so sensitive, even Noah’s little touches sparked straight to her sex. Her nipples were so hard, they hurt. Even now, just talking with her friend, Chloe was doing her best to rub her legs and give herself some kind of stimulation.
Noah’s nobility was sweet, sort of, but it was wasted. The fact that he’d held off even this long, while impressive, was more of a torture than a reward.
“It’s strange to see you naked,” Noah said, looking down at her.
“Jeez, that bad, huh?” Chloe said.
“You’re gorgeous,” Noah said, immediately. Something about the way he said it made her believe him. “Can I touch you? More, I mean.”
Chloe bit back another sharp response. Snark wasn’t going to save them any more than softness would. And it would be easier for both of them if she could be kind.
Chloe did her best to look back at Noah and nod her head. He smiled at her, a wide grin, and put his hand on her butt. A tentative touch. Chloe’s body reacted like nothing she’d ever felt before. Her whole being perked up. Just that hand on her backside and she was already fighting not to beg for more. The rush of adrenaline almost made her ill.
“This is nice,” Noah said.
“What, my ass?” Chloe asked. She wasn’t doing too well with her new ‘no snark’ policy, she realized.
“No,” Noah said, “Us. Like this. I mean, what you said before? You were right. If I had to be forced into this, I’m glad it was with you.”
“Not with Katie?” Chloe asked, bringing up one of Noah’s ex-girlfriends.
“Oh, fuck no,” Noah said, “She’d have bitten my dick off just for touching her.”
“Well, there’s time, yet,” Chloe said, and she made a show of snapping her jaw.
“I mean it Clo,” Noah said, the sweetness of his words belied by the way he was fondling her backside. She could feel his fingers inching towards her pussy and it was all she could do not to cry out and demand he touch her there. “In a weird way, I’m glad it’s you. Us.”
Noah took his hand away and Chloe groaned in frustration. Her best friend started touching other places. Her arms. Her shoulders. Like he was tracing her into his memory with his fingers. As he reached over, his cock brushed her thigh, and Chloe nearly had a seizure.
“Sorry,” he said. Still so kind.
“It’s OK,” Chloe said.
“Your body is amazing,” Noah said, “I guess I never saw you this way before. Or thought to look, anyway. I can’t believe I almost missed out on this. On you. I just wish it wasn’t like this.”
Chloe’s head perked up. That sounded like more than the duty of friendship right there. As if Noah was admitting to something else.
“Liv and Mia will have a field day with this,” Chloe said, naming her two female friends. “They were always going on about our ‘secret love.'”
“Oh yeah, and don’t tell Daphne,” Noah said, “That’s the whole reason she dumped me, you know? She was convinced that you and I were going on behind her back.”
“Oh my God, why didn’t you tell me?”
“I didn’t want you to feel bad,” Noah said, “Besides, that was her problem, not mine.”
Noah grew bolder. He reached down and cupped her breast. It was tentative but nice.
“Noah?” Chloe asked.
“Yes, Chloe?” Noah asked, the call and response so easy.
Would they still be friends after this? Or were they lovers? Parents? (Chloe’s stomach twisted when that last word slipped into her mind). She didn’t know.
But if Noah didn’t stop dicking around and get to dicking her soon, she was going to fucking kill him like a goddammed praying mantis post-mating.
“Sorry,” Noah said, snapping his hand back,
Whoops, didn’t mean to say that out loud.
“You’re right. Yes. We should, um, start. Sorry,” Noah said.
“How are you…? I mean. Is this not affecting you?” Chloe asked, trying to get her voice under control. She was panting now. Her body flexing and cinching, like trying to make her cum on its own.
“Oh no, this is driving me crazy,” Noah said. “But I won’t hurt you, Chloe. I swear it.”
“You want to know what’s really hurting me right now?” Chloe said. Her patience, finally, was at an end. “Is that you won’t fucking fuck me with that hard fucking cock!”
The words now spewing out of her, Chloe felt like someone suffering from sexual Tourette’s. The need took control of her basic motor functions. Ego and Superego already long gone. Down to the last shreds of Id.
Noah startled, but he took her words to heart. The kind boy traced her butt again, then slowly slipped his fingers lower. Till they gently parted her vaginal lips.
“I’m touching Chloe’s pussy,” he said, absently. Like he couldn’t process it.
Chloe could no longer respond. Almost as soon as Noah’s digits found her sex, her body overwhelmed her. She grunted, far louder and longer than she’d have liked.
Noah was still being gentle. Gradually exploring her pussy. It wasn’t nearly enough.