The Dirty Affairs of a Vampire and His Horny Stepmom-Chapter 50: So... friends like before?
«Do you plan on breathing down my neck even when I’m just trying to make peace with my best friend...?» I mutter, referring to Kimberly.
After seeing Naomi run away from school in tears, I told myself I’d give her some time to calm down before making my move. Yes, I really did give her some time — about one minute. After all, they say you should strike while the iron is hot, right? And Naomi is definitely burning right now.
I followed her silently — I was afraid she’d go straight home, which would’ve made it impossible to talk to her, but luckily she stopped in Central Park.
And now Naomi is slumped on a bench, with a bottle of vodka in one hand and a joint in the other — poor girl, she must be completely wrecked.
«The deal was that I wouldn’t kill you as long as I was sure you’d never hurt a human again. Following you around the clock is the only way to be certain. Having me breathing down your neck can’t be worse than being dead, right?» she says with a little smirk.
«Do whatever you want, but keep your distance, okay? This is something that only concerns me and Naomi — it wouldn’t be very nice of you to eavesdrop on other people’s conversations!»
«Why? Afraid I might see your softer side? There’s nothing to be ashamed of.»
«I’m not ashamed at all — it’s called privacy! So just stay where you are.» 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮
She grins and nods, then leans her back against a nearby tree trunk while I slowly approach from behind the bench Naomi is sprawled on.
The smell of weed and alcohol hits me even from a distance; no wonder passersby keep their distance. I just hope no cop shows up too, otherwise it’ll be a real mess.
She doesn’t even notice that I’ve stopped right behind the bench — probably because of how drunk and high she is. Finally, with complete nonchalance, I sit down next to her.
Kimberly doesn’t take her eyes off me for even a second, but at least this time she has the decency to keep her distance.
Until now I’d only seen Naomi from behind, but now that I’m next to her... God, it feels like my heart’s being crushed by a hydraulic press.
She’s breathing in short gasps, sobbing, tears streaking down her face, eyes swollen and unfocused, teetering between consciousness and passing out completely. And damn it... the stench is unbearable! And on top of that, with my senses being sharper than a human’s, it hits me even harder. But for her, this and more!
After a long moment of silence during which she doesn’t even acknowledge me, she slowly turns her gaze toward me. She stares at me without saying a word — probably waiting for me to speak first.
«I heard you dumped Tyler. Actually, everyone heard it after the scene you made at school,» I begin calmly. «Saying something like "I’m sorry, you were such a cute couple" would be bullshit — I’ve always hated that guy, and you know it. But I can’t stand seeing you like this because of an asshole. So if there’s anything I can do... well, that’s what friends are for, right?»
«Oh... now you’re calling me your friend...?» Naomi slurs.
«I never stopped considering you my friend — not even after you decided to cut me out of your life just to chase after that guy.»
She shakes her head resignedly.
«Jace... you still haven’t figured out why I cut things off with you? Seriously...? You’re even dumber than I thought you were. But I don’t blame you — you’re a man. And men are all idiots! Maybe it was fate that until recently you thought I was a lesbian. Maybe I really should become one — a girl would probably make me happier than any man, and wouldn’t break my heart!»
«Just so you know, most of the women I sleep with are married, some of them even have kids my age. It’s not about being with a man or a woman — it’s about being with someone who has their head screwed on straight and puts you first. Anyway... I’m not as stupid as you think — I know exactly where I messed up, and I’m sorry, I really am sorry. I’m truly sorry for calling you a slut. You know perfectly well I didn’t really mean it and that I’ve never thought anything like that about you. It just slipped out in a moment of anger, that’s all...»
Naomi brings the bottle of vodka to her lips, but I snatch it from her hand before she can take a sip. I throw it to the ground and the little alcohol left spills onto the grass. Then I do the same with the joint, except instead of throwing it away I bring it to my mouth — that inviting sweet smell of weed had already made me want to take a few drags.
«Ugh... yeah, you’ve just proven you’re an idiot,» she grumbles. «Sure, being called a ’slut’ by your best friend isn’t great, but that’s not what really pissed me off. What pissed me off was your lack of respect for me. Even when I had a boyfriend, you kept insisting, wanting to fuck me again and again, and you even had the nerve to get upset when I said no. Since we fought, you and Kimberly seem to have become... awfully close, and I’d never allow myself to have sex with you knowing you’re with her. That’s why I’m mad at you, Jace...» she murmurs, calmer than before.
«I only did it because I didn’t think it was serious for you, that’s all,» I reply between one drag and the next one. «Anyway... I don’t know what idea you got, but Kimberly and I aren’t together.»
Naomi shoots me a glare.
«Jace... don’t take me for an idiot, please. It’s obvious you’re together — you’re glued to each other every minute, even now. Is she here spying on us because she thinks something might happen between us? I guess she doesn’t trust you very much, and maybe you should ask yourself a couple of questions about that...»
Oh... so she noticed we were following her...? That was definitely Kimberly’s fault!
«It’s true that we’re always together, but... let’s just say it’s a long and complicated story that has nothing to do with love or with me and her being together.»
«Y-You really mean it...?» Naomi murmurs, staring into my eyes.
«Yes, and if you don’t believe me, I’ll prove it to you,» I say decisively.
«A-And how exactly will you prove it...?» she stammers, blushing.
«Well, since you noticed yourself that Kimberly is spying on us...»
My hand rests on her tear-streaked cheek. I bring my mouth close to hers and... I kiss her.
Our damp lips press against each other, my tongue slips into her mouth impatiently, and she, after an initial moment of hesitation, responds. I feel her tongue coil against mine — as if she’d been waiting for this moment for a long time — while mine moves slowly, gently, like a caress given to the woman you love to wake her up — exactly as Mrs. Lunsford taught me.
And it works — damn it, it really works. My perfected kiss steals her breath away and her body starts to tremble from head to toe. And the more we keep kissing, the more her arousal skyrockets, to the point that she decisively brings her hand to my erection, far from its perfect state, having come in Mrs. Fenwick’s mouth just half an hour ago.
And yet, kissing Naomi again after all this stirs something inside me. If it weren’t broad daylight, I’d probably fuck her right here on this bench, not caring that Kimberly is watching us from behind a tree just a few meters away. Honestly, knowing she’s watching would probably make it even more exciting.
«So, Naomi... friends like before?» I ask, pulling my lips away from hers for a moment.
She smiles and nods. On her face there’s no trace left of the despair from earlier — it’s as if Tyler has already been erased from her mind.
«Yes, Jace — friends like before!»
