Mafia Desire (Erotica)

That night when everyone went to bed, she sent me another goodnight message. It was a mild solace to know I wasn’t the only one feeling the effects of our current lack of privacy. Of course, then she made it worse by sending a follow up text expressing a desire to have my cock in her mouth. The even more explicit text that followed nearly gave me an erection hard enough be concerned about unintentionally pole vaulting off of the sofa should I roll over. Considering I was sleeping in a room with four other people, there was no way I was going to risk rubbing one out. I spent a good twenty minutes trying to talk my dick into settling down. She could be such a goddamned tease.

The following evening, the parents set up shop in the huge living room, while the kids played in the game room. The rest of us moved out to the back deck around the fire pit. A few of Brad and Courtney’s friends came over and soon we had about a dozen people gathered around the fire pit, perched on various furniture. We were all chatting, drinking beer, and enjoying the fire. Well, the majority of them were chatting. I did a lot of listening, being my typical introverted self. A lot of listening and a whole lot of trying not to focus in on the way Amy’s face was lit up by the light of the fire. Amy was seated next to Courtney across from me. Brad was seated next to me, but his attention was mostly on Brenda, who was sitting on his other side. Courtney’s best friend, Kayla, wandered over and sat next to Courtney on the other side.

I used to have a thing for Kayla. One look at her and it was easy to understand why. She was a short, shapely, strawberry blonde with large breasts and big green eyes. She was also one of those affectionate types who always seemed to want to touch you when she talked. I had masturbated to her image a few times over the years, but never gotten the nerve up to do anything about my attraction to her because there never seemed much point. First and foremost, she’d never expressed much interest in me. We lived almost a thousand miles apart. And guys were lined up from half of Colorado to date her from what I gathered. But all of that was then. This year, I could not have been less interested in her.© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

Before long, the girls got going on the topic of relationships, of course. After about twenty minutes, the inevitable happened. I was half listening, mostly just watching the way the burning coals shimmered in the fire pit while sipping my beer, when Courtney looked over at me.

“So how about you, Adam?” She asked.

“What’s that?” I asked, looking up at her.

“You seeing anyone back home?”

I shrugged noncommittally, resolutely not looking at Amy despite feeling her eyes on me.

“Or are you just patrolling the art department for random ass?” She clearly had a few drinks in her at this point.

“Nah. I’ve been keeping to myself for the most part.” I replied, giving roughly the same answer I’d given the last couple of years.

“Really? I would have thought being a big shot in the art department would have art major freshmen girls throwing themselves at you.” She laughed.

“Big shot? Hardly.” I laughed.

“That’s not what Amy told me.” She replied, shrugging. “She said you had one of the most prestigious spots in the art show last week.”

“He definitely did,” Amy jumped in. She picked her phone up from her lap and started pulling up photos from the show. “Check out some of his paintings.”

As Courtney and Kayla looked through the photos, I looked over at Amy in mild embarrassment. She just smiled sweetly at me. She always seemed so much more proud of me than I was of myself. It baffled me. But somewhere, deep inside, I loved her more for it. I wanted her to be proud of me.

“Some of these paintings are really nice.” Kayla said, while Courtney and Amy nodded.

“Oh my god,” Courtney suddenly exclaimed. “Look at this! Someone actually got Adam in a tie!”

“Let me see.” Kayla exclaimed. Amy started giggling.

“Oh, hell.” I muttered. “Gimme that.” Courtney passed the phone to me as Amy tried to intercept.

“Don’t you delete that!” Amy threatened, suddenly alarmed. “It’s not every day my brother is something other than a t-shirt.”

“I don’t recall signing a photo release.” I cocked an eyebrow at her and smirked as I looked at the photo. I had never seen her take it. I was leaning against a column at the art gallery, in a dress shirt and tie, looking off to the side toward one of my paintings, a beer bottle absently hanging from one hand. As photos went, it was one of the better ones of me.

“I mean it, Adam. I will kick your ass if you delete that.” Amy threatened again. There was a hint of actual malice in her voice.

Amy remained clearly on edge until the phone was passed back to Courtney. She knew very well how much I despised being in photos. I didn’t delete the picture, though, and I remained slightly amused by her threats.

“So you really have paintings hanging up in an art gallery, and you’re telling me the sensitive artist angle isn’t helping you reel in chicks left and right?” Courtney asked mischievously.

I shrugged. “I do alright, I guess.”

“Don’t buy his attempt at being all mysterious.” Amy chimed in, clearly relieved that her phone was no longer in my possession. “He’s been out plenty.”

“Oh yeah?” Courtney glanced over at me. “He’s holding out on us?”

“I’ll say,” Amy laughed. “He came down to breakfast one morning looking like he’d been mauled. Mom called him on it. It was pretty hilarious. He had this bite mark on his neck so deep you could count the teeth.”

I buried my face in my hand. She enjoyed getting mileage out of that story. The little brat.

“Damn, Adam. I’m impressed.” Kayla let out a low whistle. “You must have done something right to have a girl deliver that kinda damage.”

There were a few laughs, while I hung my head. I glanced at Amy, who was grinning mischievously. I decided to just go with it.

“Yeah, I got a whole speech about using protection out of that one. Meanwhile, this brat sat there laughing at my ass.” I pointed at Amy, while chuckling a little. Mostly I was chuckling at the memory of the relief I’d felt when our mother hadn’t clued in on the true origins of the teeth marks.

Courtney, Kayla, and Brad all laughed their asses off at that. Amy grinned ear to ear, and only when everyone was looking at me did she give me a very sexy smirk, for only a moment. I suspected she was remembering that night with the same fondness that I did.

“I gotta say, cuz.” Courtney laughed. “I think I’d have an ego problem if I were you. Not be all humble about it.”

I just shrugged in response and left it at that, taking a long swig from my beer. I noticed Kayla’s eyes linger on me a bit longer than the rest of them.

Much to my relief, the conversation soon steered back to one of Courtney’s disastrous dates. We all laughed about the train wreck of a guy that one of her friends had insisted would be perfect for her. At some point during the talk, Kayla excused herself to get another beer and when she returned, she sat down next to me. Kayla grabbed one of my sketchbooks that had been sitting on top of the bag in front of me.

“Can I look at this?” She asked.

“Sure. Go ahead,” I shrugged. She settled in and started flipping through the sketchbook. I noticed Amy stiffen up the tiniest bit at Kayla’s move to sit next to me and wondered if she had been aware of my crush on Kayla in previous years. She probably had. Women seemed to be pretty perceptive about these things.

I turned to Brad, purposely avoiding much conversation with Kayla for the moment and asked if he was interested in going snowboarding the following morning.

“Yeah, man. Sounds like fun.” He replied, then added. “Probably the only chance we’ll get while you’re here this time around, too. You’re leaving on Saturday, right?”

“Flight leaves Saturday afternoon.” I nodded. Brad was right. It was Tuesday night, the following day was the day before Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving day we’d be tied up with family stuff and most of the family would be on a shopping trip on Friday. This was probably the only chance we’d get to snowboard, if we were going to.

I finished the last of my beer and stood to get another. I saw that Amy’s was empty and pointed to it, raising my eyebrows questioningly at her. She nodded, indicating she’d like another. I fetched two bottles and passed one to her when I returned. I noticed Courtney looking at me with mild curiosity out of the corner of my eye.

“Here ya go. There’s some neat stuff in here.” Kayla said, returning my sketchbook to me when I sat back down with my beer.

“Thanks.” I mumbled, as I put the book back in my art bag. She took another swig from her beer and dried the moisture from the bottle on her pants leg.

“Is that the only one you have with you?” She asked.

“Here ya go.” I pulled another sketchbook from my bag and passed it to her.

Kayla leaned against me, curling her legs up to the side and beneath her as she looked through the sketchbook. My right arm was pinned against me rather awkwardly. I glanced up to see Courtney looking at Kayla with a small grin of amusement. Amy was resolutely staring down at her phone, trying to hide her irritation. Her fingers gripped her phone so tightly, that I could see that her knuckles were white from where I was sitting.