Authors Note: This is part 2 of My Girlfriend's Best Friend Sabrina and focuses on the character of Tiff. Thanks for all the support, part 3 is coming soon with more on Sabrina!
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My cock was still rock hard, but the sound of the knocking stirred me. I stood, feet planted firmly on the ground while my body grew stiff and cold. A heavy weight formed in the pit of my stomach, anxious as began to breathe heavy- enough to make my breath hitch.
Normally, when one hears a very loud, aggressive knock like the one currently pounding on my front door- especially late at night- it's logical to assume the police are the ones doing the knocking. I glanced at my closed laptop, and after hearing no follow-up indicated it was local law enforcement, breathed easy knowing my pirated films were safe for now.
A second knock came, this time disturbing me enough to investigate. I took one last glance at Sabrina's tits and locked my phone screen, walking out of my room towards the front door. If it was Sabrina, I had no idea what to do; I guess I could simply just wing it and whatever happened happened, but I felt a dreaded duty to shoo her away this late at night. The thought of such didn't sit right with me, however, and on an innate level, I couldn't visualize myself doing it. It felt as though I simply didn't have it in me.
I nearly stumbled into the wall of my hallway- still not sober, I thought- before straightening up and clearing my throat. I looked into my hallway mirror, rubbing my chin before a devilish idea sprung into my head. I slowly unbuttoned my shirt, revealing my torso. I had a bit of a dadbod, but still looked presentable enough with some chest hair thrown in for good measure. Though my arms and shoulders visibly looked good enough, the small belly on my stomach probably gave away I wasn't a male model, I wistfully though. Still, Sabrina was a bit of a tease, so I figured even if I didn't plan on doing anything, I could at least drive her wild or possibly play it off as a joke should she laugh.
'Dennis you clever sunuvabitch,' I thought to myself, nodding with a dopey grin on my face before aiming two finger guns at my reflection.
With drunken confidence raging in me, I walked to the door, not even bothering to check the peephole. My hand gripped the doorknob, my heart pounded so much my other hand was shaking. Was this really going to happen? I breathed out, closed my eyes and opened the door.
I was face to face with Tiff, aka Vanessa, looking about as grouchy as ever; she was a sore sight for eyes.
"Oh uh, hi," I began. "You're not...living here." I said gracefully, almost telling her she was not Sabrina. "You don't live here." I reiterated.
"Yeah no shit," she said venomously. I should have slammed the door right then and there. "We need to talk."
Normally this phrase was accompanied by the eventual departure of whoever said it form my life. In this case, however, I didn't anticipate this would be happening.
"What uh, what about?" I asked. I leaned up against the door frame, taking no heed in hiding my open shirt. "If it's directions back to your place, you basically just go anywhere but here."
"Look can I just come in?" she again stated, not waiting for a response as she barged in. I took a look out of the front door and down the hallway on either side. Not seeing Sabrina, I closed the door and followed after Tiff, looking out of the kitchen window as we made our way passed it- stopping only for a moment to grab my screwdriver- vodka would be necessary for any Tiff related conversation. Finally, we made our way to the living room. Without invitation, she dropped the bag she had on her, to the side of the sofa.
"Hey my bellboy could have gotten that for you."
"Look. I just..." she began, ignoring my remark. Tiff closed her eyes and brought her hands up, clenching her firsts before opening them up, sighing as she did. She wasn't too far away from me, allowing me to take a deep whiff of her. Mixed with her cheap perfume was the heavy scent of alcohol- letting me know that she had gotten a fair amount both in and on herself. Her lightly tanned skin glistened with a hint of sweat- alcohol and partying contributing to her sweltering state. Tiff wore a tight polo shirt, with a row of buttons that traveled down towards her cleavage- a good number of which were open, allowing for a view of her plump breasts. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and her jeans clung tight to her stout body. For a thick girl, the entire outfit could not have been comfortable, especially at the end of a night out.
"What are you doing here?" I finally asked.
"Look," she began again, much more slowly and composed. "My roommate is...with someone," she said. I failed to see how this was my problem.
"So go to Kaya's, or better yet, don't you have like some sort of boyfriend or something?" I vaguely recalled Tiff had some douchebag wrapped around her finger. I had the misfortune of meeting him once, recalling that he had all of the pompous attitude of being in a fraternity without actually being in one.
"Kaya is sleeping," she said. "And Bren is out of town."
I pulled out my phone, leaning back against a wall and unlocking it. Quickly, I realized the screen was still on Sabrina's nude selfie. In a flash, I quickly went back to messages, hoping Tiff didn't see anything. She didn't seem to.
"And since you're dating my best friend," she continued- apparently having continued to keep talking while I wasn't paying attention. "The least you can do is keep me up for the night."
I rapidly tapped on my phone screen. 'Sorry, something came up. Rain check?' I texted Sabrina. I added a playful winking face. I nodded, smiling at that wink. 'Dennis you smooth bastard.' I thought to myself.
