Alyssa's Choice (5 page)

Bella sang the chorus and tried to act as if she was having fun for the audience’s sake and for Alyssa. The truth was she couldn’t get their conversation out of her head. It seemed so odd that her best friend could ever think so poorly of herself. She watched Alyssa now, really staring at her, trying to see what other people saw, trying to see what she obviously saw in herself. She had the most beautiful voice. Every song that passed her lips was perfection. Even the audience, which mostly consisted of their friends, was dancing and swaying in their seats.

Alyssa was curvy, she had a perfect hourglass shape, and both men and women always looked at her, checking out her figure. Bella doubted that a blemish had ever even appeared on her face. Her skin was creamy and smooth. They made eye contact and sang together, and Bella wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close so she could give her a half hug as the song continued.

She thought back to high school and remembered being so jealous that her friend got boobs before her. She even had a boyfriend when nobody else in their little group did. Alyssa had been the popular girl, and now Bella wondered how long she had pretended to be happy. Did she always think she was fat? Did she always look at them and feel unhappy with herself? It didn’t make any sense, and she started to feel like a really shitty friend.

The song ended and Alyssa hugged her. Bella had no idea what to say, but she knew that she needed to talk to Jessica. Did Jessica know how Alyssa felt? God, she hoped that she hadn’t been in the dark that long. They walked down the stairs and off the stage hand in hand. Bella walked toward the table, hoping that it was time to go home. She really needed to think and she really wanted to talk to Jessica, or maybe Clint might have some advice. He was always so great with words.

“I’m gonna grab anther drink.” Alyssa let go of her hand and headed to the bar. Bella stood next to the table and watched her go, hips swaying as she went.

“What’s going on?” Jessica asked. She wrapped an arm over her shoulders and pulled her in tight. “I saw her down three shots. Everything okay?”

“I don’t know.” She shook her head, still feeling a little sick to her stomach about the whole conversation. “I never thought, I mean I didn’t know that Alyssa wasn’t happy. She actually referred to herself as a fat ass.” She hissed the last two words, still unable to believe they came out of Alyssa’s mouth.

“Her mom.” She shook her head. “Jeez, she hasn’t said anything to me in years. I thought she was over it.” Jessica shrugged as if it was natural, and Bella stared at her. How many secrets were they keeping from her? She knew the two of them were close, but still she was shocked that she had never heard these stories.

“What are you talking about?” she demanded, feeling completely out of the loop.

“The diets, she was always on one throughout school. I thought you knew,” she finished.

“No. I didn’t know. You two seem to have your own private language that I’m not a part of. What else are you keeping from me? I can’t believe you never told me,” she cried out. She hadn’t meant to be so loud or so obvious, but she was feeling hurt by the whole situation. Her two best friends had secrets she knew nothing about, and now to learn about Alyssa… She knew it wasn’t about her but still she wanted to help.

“I’m sorry. Do you want a list of everything I haven’t told you? Let’s see, one, I’m a Domme in the bedroom. I love whipping men. Two, once a month I take a little vacation to a huge club where I get to live out my fantasies. Three, I get stopped going through airport security all the time. For some strange reason having dildos, anal plugs, floggers, condoms, and cock rings is considered a security risk. Oh, yeah, and the look on your face right now is why I don’t tell you these things.” Jessica laughed, and Bella cringed. She wasn’t that bad, was she? She had never been a prude. How could she be when she had three men.

“It’s not a huge deal, Bella. We don’t tell you some things because we don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable, but we also don’t want to air out all the things that make us feel uncomfortable about ourselves. Alyssa didn’t tell you. She didn’t tell me. I was at her house when I heard her mom saying a few choice words that I won’t mention. She swore me to secrecy. It’s her secret to tell, not mine.” Jessica gave her a quick hug and they walked back to the table. She sat down next to Clay, and he pulled her onto his lap.

Bella watched Alyssa as she leaned against Clay’s chest, needing his support and warmth. Alyssa was at the bar talking to both Justin and Grant, and Bella wondered if there would be another scene like the first night they were in this pub together. She still remembered feeling uncertain about leaving Alyssa with both Grant and Justin.

The tension was obvious, and she wondered why Alyssa was holding herself back.

“Are you ready to go home? You look tired, and you keep sighing.” Clay hugged her tight and kissed her forehead.

“Yeah. I guess.”

“Come on, let’s go.” He held her in his arms and stood up, getting everyone’s attention.

“We’re going home,” he said loudly. She laughed as Clint and Cody jumped up. Tomorrow, she would talk to Alyssa tomorrow, and everything would be sorted out.

* * * *

Alyssa watched as her friends grabbed their purses and got ready to leave. She fought an internal battle. A part of her wanted to leave, but the other bigger part wanted to stay with Grant and Justin. She fidgeted as she stood next to the bar. She wasn’t sure if she was ready to make the next step or not.

“Will you stay here with us?” Justin whispered in her ear, his warm breath washing over her neck and making her shiver.

“Yes.” That one word moved past her lips before she could stop it. He grabbed her and pulled her to him, devouring her mouth. She went limp in his arms, accepting the wonderful assault from his smooth, plump lips. She pushed her tongue into his mouth, tasting beer on his breath. Their teeth banged together, and she moved against him, rubbing her body against his.

Justin pushed his large, muscular thigh in between her legs, and she worked her jean-covered pussy up and down. She could feel her clit rub against him and knew that she was running out of patience and self-control. Justin’s hands wandered down her back, and he grabbed her ass, pulling her closer, helping her to ride his thigh. She could feel the pleasure building and knew that she could easily climax right there in the middle of the pub.

Her heart was pounding against her chest, and she pulled back slightly, moving her lips to his neck and sucking, wanting to leave a mark on him.

“Oh, God.” He moaned. “We need to take this upstairs to our place. I want you on our bed.” He stood straighter, grabbing her forearms to stop her progress. He was shaking, and his eyes were wild. She licked her lips. She didn’t want to stop but knew that he was right.

“Everyone’s gone and I locked up. Let’s go.” Grant interrupted their moment, and she was glad that he had taken the opportunity to clear everyone out so that they didn’t get the opportunity to watch for too long. She had a hard time catching her breath, thinking that this was finally the moment. She was going to have them both.

Justin didn’t waste any time. He moved away from her, swooped down, and picked her up in his arms. “I’m too heavy. Put me down. I don’t want you to hurt yourself.” She knew she sounded a little pathetic, and she wished that she had never said those words. The look on Justin’s face said it all. Gone was her playful lover, and in his place, a stone-faced god.

“That’s three.” He shook his head, and she followed his gaze to Grant, who looked angry. She ducked her head. Maybe they had changed their minds.

“Yup. It looks like punishment before pleasure for our girl.” Grant made a
tsk
sound and he walked in front of them toward the back of the pub. Justin followed behind him, holding her tight against his chest, and Alyssa didn’t know what to say. She knew what punishment meant to Grant, and a part of her was looking forward to it, although she wasn’t sure if she wanted Justin to see her humiliation. Before, it had only been her and Grant without an audience. She was nervous. Her stomach felt heavy, and she could feel the sour feeling rising in her throat.

Justin took the stairs quickly, and she stared at his face, looking for signs of discomfort. She wasn’t a small girl, and the last thing she wanted was to be further embarrassed.
What if he tripped? What if he pulled a muscle because of her weight?
The horrible pictures played through her mind, and she hated herself because of them. She wanted to be pretty. She wanted men to look at her the way they stared at Bella, Hannah, and Jessica. Just once, she wanted to be skinny and perfect.

When they reached Justin and Grant’s home, Justin put her down, letting her slide down his body so that she could feel his arousal. She sucked in a breath and realized that he really did want her. That thought blew her away. These two sexy men actually wanted to be with her. She stood a little straighter, shoulders back, shoving her breasts forward as they stared.

Justin walked over to an armless chair in the living room of the apartment. He sat down and stared at her. Her breathing was erratic, and she knew what was coming, although it seemed odd that he would be the one to punish her when it had been Grant giving the spanking before. She stared at him, waiting to hear what he would say.

“You look surprised that I’m going to be the one spanking you. Did you think only Grant would be given that particular pleasure? Grant isn’t the only one that gets to have his hands on that luscious ass. Come here.” She walked toward him, biting her lip to keep herself from saying anything. She didn’t want this night to end too soon. She stood in front of him, and he openly stared at her, looking up and down, assessing her body. She wanted to hide. She wanted to cover herself even though she was still fully clothed.

“Take off your clothes. When I spank you, I don’t want any barriers. I want to see your perfect ass turn a nice shade of pink.” He was so blunt, and Alyssa stood frozen, surprised that he was being more assertive. In all of their prior conversations, he was always the sweet, laid-back one, less intense. Right now, though, she was surprised how much he reminded her of Grant.

“Alyssa? I’m waiting. Take off your clothes.” He sounded stern, and she moved her shaky hands. She pulled her T-shirt over her head and started to unbutton her pants. She toed off her shoes and pulled her jeans off. She stood before him in only a bra and panties and moved her arms to cover her stomach. She felt her eyes sting and knew she was on the brink of crying. Why couldn’t they just take her to the bedroom and fuck her in the dark? Why did the lights have to be on? She felt like she was in a spotlight and all her flaws were on display.

“Bra and panties.” His voice sounded deeper than before, and she finally looked at his face. His jaw was tight and his eyes sparkled. He looked turned-on, and that realization made her smile a little. She never felt sexy, but maybe that’s because every sexual encounter had been in pitch-black bedrooms so that men couldn’t really see her body.

She moved her hands and peeled off her panties first. She crossed her legs, wanting to hide herself. Then she removed her bra, dropping it to the floor with the rest of her clothes. She took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down.

“Beautiful. I have no idea what it is you see when you look in the mirror, but I’m going to tell you what I see.” Alyssa jerked her head up and stared at Justin. Grant walked next to him and leaned against the wall, staring at her as well. They both looked hungry, and she felt herself relaxing a little.

“I see a very sexy woman, a real woman. You have the perfect body, a 1950s pinup. Full, gorgeous breasts and ripe berry nipples that I can’t wait to suck on. You have a slim waist with a soft tummy that I want to nibble. The most amazingly generous hips that will fit my hands perfectly while I fuck you nice and deep.” Alyssa swallowed hard and stared at Justin as he continued to praise her body. “A naked pussy that I want to taste, and I plan to in a few minutes. Delicious, milky white thighs that I can throw over my shoulders, and your toes, cutest little piggies I’ve ever seen.” She was breathing harder with each word that came out of his mouth and she opened her mouth to pant, needing more oxygen.

“Wow, t–thank you.” She didn’t know what else to say. Nobody had ever thought she was beautiful, and when he said the words aloud, she believed him. He saw her as sexy, and she wanted to cry.

“Do you understand? I’m going to do everything in my power to make you see what I see. Do you know why you’re going to get spanked?” She nodded. She knew.

“Tell me,” he said.

“Y–you are going to spank me because I said bad things about myself.” She didn’t want to say
fat
, but it was true, she did think that. She had since she was a kid. Those thoughts couldn’t be erased from her brain, but it was such a relief that they thought she was perfect.

“Yes. I’m spanking you because I heard you talking bad about yourself at three different times tonight. I didn’t like it, and neither did your friends. Nobody thinks you’re fat. In fact, men stare at you constantly, and I have to hold myself back from kicking their asses.” She smiled, not sure she actually believed that, but she didn’t say anything.

“Let’s get this punishment out of the way so that Grant and I can feast on your body and show you how sexy we think you are. Come here.” She walked toward him and knew what was going to happen, at least with her clothes on. She knew that this would probably hurt more, though, and she was scared. She stood next to him awkwardly, unsure of what to do next. She didn’t have to wait long to find out.

Justin grabbed her hand and helped her lie over his lap. She moved both her hands down to his calf, adjusting her position over his thighs, the thighs that she had been riding earlier in the pub. She groaned quietly. It was such a different feeling having his jeans against her stomach. It felt rough against her skin, and she loved it. He used his left hand to hold her back down, and with his right he started rubbing her ass in slow circles.

He grabbed a handful and squeezed, proving that his hand fit her ass cheeks perfectly. The anticipation was killing her, and feeling his hand on her made her flex her muscles, trying to prepare herself. She swallowed, waiting for the first smack to land.

“She’s beautiful isn’t she, Grant? You didn’t know that she had this perfect white ass, did you?” he asked.

“I’m wishing it was my hand marking that ass. You’re lucky.” Grant’s deep voice sounded closer, and she knew that he was standing next to Justin, getting a better view of what was going to happen.

“That I am. I’m looking forward to seeing my handprint.” Justin’s hand came down hard on her ass, and Alyssa yelled. She hadn’t been prepared for the sharp pain that ran through her body. Before she could catch her breath, he landed more swats in rapid motion. She squirmed on his lap, rubbing her clit against his leg. The pain turned into pleasure, warming her entire body. With each additional smack, her flesh became tender and hot. She could feel his handprint branded on her skin and she didn’t know if she should beg him to stop or to keep going.

Justin began rubbing her bottom again, moving both his hands up and down her back and ass, gently calming her down. She went lax, surrendering to him fully. She felt strong hands lifting her face and noticed Grant’s feet below her.

“I’m proud of you.” He leaned in and kissed her gently on the lips, wiping her cheeks. She hadn’t even realized that she had been crying until that moment. It was so sweet, and she realized that she really did trust them both.

“Let’s get to the pleasure.” She heard the growl in Justin’s voice as he helped her to stand back up on her feet. She swayed while the blood rushed from her head, and Grant held onto her until she was able to get her bearings.

“Heads or tails, Grant?” he asked, and she looked over and watched as Justin started taking off his clothes. He lifted his shirt, exposing the hard, delicious surface of his six-pack abs, up to the muscular outline of strong pecs. His arms were massive, thickly defined muscles, and he had a broad chest. The shirt was thrown across the room, and she stared as he unbuttoned his jeans. Her mouth fell open as he grabbed his zipper and started to lower it. The sound seemed to echo through the room.

She couldn’t look away. She wanted to see his cock. She needed to know how big he was. She held her breath as he lowered his pants and was grateful that he was commando. She saw the thick base first and licked her lips, trying to be patient. Alyssa groaned when his cock finally came into view. He was absolute perfection. Hard, thick, straight, and cut. A nine-inch cock that she wanted to suck on like a lollipop.

“I think she decided for us. You get heads, Justin.” Grant chuckled as he led her into the bedroom, and Justin followed closely, his cock swinging out in front of him.