The Call Ch. 03: Hanging Out at Frank's

This story is the third chapter in what appears to be a long series. I do not know how often I will be updating but I already have a couple of chapters in the works, I therefore know there are at least a few more chapters to come. I hope you enjoy.

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I seethed under my breath, listening to Paul. "Poor Paul, having to stay at work late on a Friday" I thought sarcastically. My inner thoughts were turning to sarcasm. I was starting to feel constricted, uncomfortable. Our relationship was weighing on me. This would not work if he did not give in a little.

"Paul," I reminded him "you said you'd be done by now. I've been looking forward to this for weeks!"

"Shit, Vicky, what do you want me to do?"

"Paul, I already told you I hate it when you call me Vicky!" I said impatiently. Only a few people could get away with calling me that, and Paul was not one of them. "You know what? It's okay. I get it but I don't need to like it. At all!" I said hanging up.

If I kept talking to him I might say something I'd regret. My phone buzzed, a text coming in.

Paul: Im sorry :(( Ill pick u up tomorrow for brunch

Brunch? Brunch! Fuck brunch! That's what I wanted to reply. I settled on simply not replying at all.

Coming down the steps of the Arts building, having dropped off my last paper, my phone in my hand, I texted Jessica. I didn't care anymore. She did not need to pity me. I was getting myself out of this situation.

V: Paul's not coming. You still at the apartment?

"Hey! Victoria!"

Turning around, I saw Vanessa coming down the steps, trying to catch up to me. Vanessa was in my 18th Century French Literature class. She was tall, skinny and a tad annoying. She was dating one of Paul's Engineering friends. Word was she had slept with quite a few of the Engineering class behind his back. Of course, that was just gossip. Though the way she looked at Paul always made me uncomfortable.

"Vanessa." I said nodding at her, but not slowing down my pace to get out of campus. She had long legs, and caught up with me quickly enough.

"Wow, you're walking fast! Hot date tonight?" Vanessa asked with a smirk.

"Meeting Jessica. Going to a party. Need to get wasted. You?" I tried to keep my answers short and turn the conversation back to her. Of course, Vanessa being her annoying self just ignored my open-ended question.

"Trouble in paradise? Is Paul still working on that project of his?" she just kept needling me.

"I am done with exams, papers, and I want to celebrate!"

My phone vibrated.

Jessica: Yep. Got the car want me 2 pick up?

V: No. Catching bus be there in 20.

Jessica: K

"Listen," I told Vanessa "I have to go, I don't want to keep Jessica waiting." Leaving her at the campus gates, making sure she did not invite herself over.

Vanessa seemed to hate Jessica. The feeling was mutual. Then again, I had yet to meet a single female that liked Vanessa after having spent any amount of time in her company. Why Vanessa seemed to put effort in to befriending me was a puzzle.

The roads were covered in snow. Winter in Montreal can get quite messy but I enjoy it. Living a short bus ride away I caught the 24 on Sherbrooke and started visualizing what I would be wearing this evening. It was a white coloured wrap around knit dress. Jessica made me buy thigh high leather boots to pair it with. She said with the boots going so high I could forgo wearing tights, which I had dismissed as an option initially but in my current mood the idea was sounding increasingly tempting.

Bringing Paul to the party was my naïve attempt at showing Frank not everything was about him. I had not seen Frank since Halloween. Paul had passed out on the couch at my apartment, having barely slept all week, working hard on his stupid project with Professor Stark and having one too many a drink. Paul did not know how to hold his liquor. No matter that he boasted having Scottish ancestry and that he knew how to hold his scotch.

Jessica had barricaded herself in her room with her latest conquest, a beautiful redhead. A natural redhead, she would tease pointedly looking at me. I had gone red after Phil had left. I was a redhead when I first slept with Frank. I had gone back to being a brunette shortly after, though I sometimes played with wearing red wigs for the fun of it.

Jessica had discovered she was bi-sexual during her time with Frank. Which explained why they had separated on amicable terms. They had a threesome and Jessica ended up leaving him for the girl they had brought in to the bedroom. I had no idea at the time; she was still coming to terms with her new feelings and did not feel comfortable talking about them yet. All I knew was that when the opportunity to get together with Frank came up, not only did Jessica not stand in the way, she basically pushed me in to his bed.

I did not need a push, though. I dove in head first and drenched in him I could not shake him off. Which is why, two years later, while I was in a monogamous relationship with Paul, I slept with Frank on Halloween. I fucked him for hours while Paul slept on the couch. It did not occur to me we could get caught. Jessica would not tell on me. Frank would obviously continue playing aloof, which is why I had started dating Paul to begin with. I do not know why I thought I could escape from Frank. Ever since that first night, all I ever did led back to him.

***

I splashed water on my face again. Frank had left me in the bathroom to put myself together.

I was trying to come to terms with what had happened. Sal had been the one to finger me but looking at Frank across the booth while a slutty blonde gave him head was the real turn on and Frank pinching my nipples while Sal was distracted was what made me cum. I then all but deep throated Frank's fingers in the bathroom, humping him and cumming when he bit my nipple.

Not only that, but I all but promised him to fuck Sal, loudly, at his place for his own personal auditory entertainment; and who the hell knew what else he would ask me to do when I joined him in the Jack and Jill bathroom in between the adjoining rooms.

Something told me he was not asking me to join him for a midnight snack of Twizzlers and popcorn so we could reminisce about our lovely evening.

What the hell had I gotten myself in to?

Leaving the bathroom, still warm and flushed from nerves, and debating as to whether I should just get my coat and make an excuse to go back home I smacked face first in to a solid and very large chest.

Putting his hands on my arms to steady me, though with the amount of liquor in his system I was very surprise how sturdy, solid, rock hard and hot his chest was, Sal then wrapped my coat around my shoulders, like a gentleman I might add, and a sheepish grin on his face.

"Hey! Took you a while. I was getting worried." He hesitated for a second, concern crossing his features. "Are you alright?"

How did I answer that? Two seconds ago I was freaking out. Now? Now I had this giant puppy dog asking me if I was okay while I slipped on my coat.

"Victoria, I know... I mean, I think..." He said rubbing his face with his hands, not quite making sense, and clearly realizing he was not making sense.

"Sal?" I obviously looked puzzled.

"Shit!" Now he looked guilty. Which confused me even more.

"Damn!" He added.

"Sal, what's going on?"

"Too fast, right?" Now he was frowning. "I always do this. I get drunk, move too fast, and scare the girl off!" He said frustrated.

"What? Sal, what are you going on about?" Had I just all but dry humped this guy's friend in the bathroom and he was the one feeling guilty? I obviously took a wrong turn somewhere and ended up in some upside down reality.

"Vic, I like you. I really do. Fuck!"

Okay, this was getting out of hand. I did not need some guilt ridden puppy demanding my forgiveness or declaring his feelings. Especially when said puppy had been one hot hunk ready to fuck me senseless less than half an hour ago.

"Sal..." I sighed, getting closer to him, resting my hand on his arm, and standing on my tippy toes. "Shhhhh..." I put my finger on his lip. "I think you said something about my lips, a certain piece of your anatomy, and making me see stars." I teased, hoping to get him back on track.

How the hell did I go from an almost freak out to a seductress, damned if I know.

"Tell you what. Since it's probably not safe for you to drive, why don't we go to Frank's for a nightcap and take it from there?" I added, wanting to be reassuring, resting my hands on his shoulders, rubbing him gently. The fact I was doing exactly what Frank had told me to do was pure coincidence, a small voice in my head piped in. A delusional voice, obviously. I was not drunk enough to actually believe that. I wanted what Frank offered, the fact it scared me was irrelevant.

"Are you sure, Vic? I'm not sure I won't just maul you the moment I get you alone." He added, suddenly a lot more comfortable with me, getting his arms around my waste.

"Who says I'll stop you?" I breathed quietly as I brought his mouth down to mine.

"Hmmmmmm" I hummed, kissing him. I did not need convincing to sleep with Sal. He tasted of scotch and warmth. I felt his hands lower themselves on my back as he gently caressed my buttocks. He suddenly grabbed my backside, drawing me to him, making me feel his hardness as he ground in to me.

"Come on." He gasped wrenching his mouth away from mine. "Let's hurry up. Frank is waiting outside." He stepped away from me, grabbed my hand, linking my arm with his.

I followed, head down, my dyed red hair over my reddening cheeks, smiling.

***

The temperature had dropped in the last few hours, closer to freezing. Frank was leaning against a light post in front of the bar while Chris-something talked. He had a bored air to him as he smoked his cigarette.

I had always thought Frank to be a very good-looking guy but at that very moment, as he looked up and our eyes met, I was hit with a wave of lust and desire I could not comprehend. He was more than just handsome; he was desirable. He did not just turn me on, I WANTED HIM. I wanted him like I had once desired Phil.

Christa, whatever her name was, turned around, noticing his attention elsewhere and sneered at me.

"Took you long enough!" She complained. She turned back to Frank, fluttering her eyelashes, running her grabby little hands over his arms. "Come on baby, the girl's here."

She made the world girl sound derisive. As if I had braces on my teeth and snot on my nose.

"Let's get you home and I'll show you what a woman can do." She was laying it on thick. I almost forgot that Frank had been the one to ask me to come back to his place - I might have turned tail right then and there otherwise, taking Sal by the hand to catch a taxi. But Frank had asked me to his place. He made it obvious he was going to take the blonde to his place to fuck but still wanted me there for the aftermath. I just needed to trust he still wanted me there.

So I did the only thing I thought to do. I turned to Sal, laughing, and brought his face to mine as if for a kiss, instead I asked: "Let me piggy back?"

As Sal bent over and I climbed on his back I yelled: "Race you there, bitches!" Sal took off, with me clinging to him, trying to not to bounce off his back. Sal had a strong hold on my legs and I felt my jeans ride lower on my back. I felt the cold on my naked skin and could only hope I did not show too much ass.

I looked back, laughing, and saw Frank smile. Chrissy was just rolling her eyes. I raised my arm and swung it around as if handling a lasso, like a cowgirl.

"Woohoo!!" I ground my pelvis against Sal's back like I had seen women do on those mechanical bulls. I pulled my tongue at them, turned around, got my arms back around Sal and kissed his temple.

Sal was laughing. I slapped my own butt cheek and he started running. I hung on, laughing. I could not remember the last time I had this much fun or acted this carefree. I felt silly and alive.

Not five minutes later we were in front of Frank's condo building. I got off of Sal's back and started rubbing his shoulders feeling a little guilty for having him carry me all the way there.

"I wasn't too heavy, was I?" I asked a bit worried.

"Hmmmmmm." Sal moaned, enjoying the attention on his shoulder and back muscles. He turned back.

"Come here." He murmured as he bent down to kiss me. I still had to get on my tippy toes to reach his lips comfortably, being a full foot shorter than he was. I think he noticed because the next thing he was doing was grabbing my backside as he hoisted me up bringing my legs around his waist.

"You are as light as a feather" he whispered on my lips and suddenly started spinning me around.

"Ahhhhhhh!" I yelped, for a moment scared but he held on tightly.

"No worries, baby girl. I've got you." And he spun me around harder.

I couldn't help but let out a surprised squeal as he kept spinning me.

"Ohhhhhhh!" I felt like I was on a ride.

"What are you crazy kids up to?" Asked Frank, coming around the corner with Christine.

Sal stopped spinning and I held on, my head spinning instead. Sal had just proven he could hold his liquor. I needed a moment to get my head back on straight, so I just grinned at Frank. I expected to see him smile at me, and though his mouth did, his eyes seemed too intense to be mistaken for smiling. Was that a frown?

"You two seem to be having fun." It sounded more like an accusation to me than a simple comment.

What did he expect? That I would pretend to like Sal? That I pretended to like Sal to get to him? I was having fun. If I was doing this, whatever this was, I was doing it as I saw fit. Sal was a fun guy, so I had fun with Sal. I still wasn't sure what Frank wanted from me other than kinky sex. I wanted it too but I wasn't forcing myself to be with Sal to get to it. This wasn't a sacrifice. I wasn't just biding my time.

"Oh, Frankie." I couldn't help but mock. "Blondy did not want to ride her pony?" I got myself back on the ground and got close to him.

"Watch your tongue, sweetheart." Frank replied. "You might get a spanking." He added lowly, not loud enough for either of our companions to hear. Kristy was texting while Sal was rearranging his coat after having me bunched up around his waist.

"Maybe I deserve a spanking." I blinked innocently. That earned me a genuine smile. I took the keys he had pulled out from his hand and opened the door, pushing it open with my hip. I threw the keys back at him.

"Race is still on bitches!" I ran up the two flights of stairs to his door, all along giggling. I heard Frank and Sal laugh and steps coming up the stairs. Frank was faster and threw me the keys when he saw me. I quickly slipped it in the lock and got the door open. As I stepped through the door and screamed "I win!" Frank slipped in, pushed the door closed and locked it. He put his hands on either side of my head, trapping me in between him and the door.

We could hear Sal laughing and knocking on the door.

"Come on guys!"

Frank pressed himself to me. He was smiling.

"I should tell him to fuck off, have my way with you right here, right now." I went to kiss him and he pulled back. "But where would the fun be in that?" He added with a smirk. Bending back to whisper in my ear "Whatever goes on tonight, remember what I told you, V."

"Yes, Frank." I smiled at him.

"And use a condom." He added seriously.

"Sure." I replied, a little dubious.

"I mean it, V. I want my cum, and only my cum in your pussy tonight." With that, he dropped one hand to the lock and turned it. We both stepped back, him turning and going to the fridge while I took off my coat and boots.

Sal came in, smiling. Kirsten looked pissed.

"Let's do shots!" I shouted and got comfortable on the couch. I really needed additional liquid courage

***

"Oh! Frank! That tickles!" Followed by fake exaggerated giggles. Kirsty was really getting on my nerves. Frank was licking salt from her neck before taking a shot and biting in to a lime wedge.

Not to be outdone, I pushed Sal on to his back on the couch lifting his shirt and uncovering his stomach. His abs were more impressive up close than I had envisioned when feeling them through his shirt. I bent down catching Sal's eyes, licking a trail just below his belly button, some of his hair tickling my nose. He moaned and I blew on the wetness I had left, torturing him before I bent back down to lick again, took the saltshaker and sprinkled salt on the spot.

"Sal?"

"Yes, babe?"

"I think this is going to be the 5th body-shot I've had and you've had eight. Since you are also twice my size, I think if you take two more we can call it even?"

"Are you trying to get me drunk to have your way with me, you naughty girl?" he raised his brow.

"You're already drunk!" I replied grinning. I was a bit more than tipsy myself. "I'm just saying, if you have only two more shots, you better make them count." I added while I bent down again and instead of simply licking the salt off his lower abdomen, I latched on to his skin, sucking his flesh, determined to leave my mark.

"Oh, fuck!" Sal groaned, grabbing me by my hair and pressing me to him. I smiled in to his skin, pulling back slowly. Grabbing my shot glass and raising it as I turned to Frank, ignoring Kristel: "Cheers!" I winked, downed the shot and bit in to the bitter fruit.

My eyes still on him I pulled off my sweater leaving me in my purple bra. From the corner of my eye, I could see Crystal fuming at me. I couldn't blame her. The sheer lace left very little to the imagination. Anyone could clearly see my pink nipples that had reddened and hardened from being manhandled throughout the evening and my jeans had ridden low enough on my hips to show the top of my low rise lacy boy shorts.

Sal got up from the couch lifted me up and through me on the couch where the bouncing had my breasts bounce as well, leaving my nipples millimeters from being fully exposed. As it was, you could clearly see my areolas. Frank was ignoring Karly, he gaze focused on the couch in front of him, focused on me. She latched on to his neck, trying to kiss him but his eyes did not stray.

I had lied to Sal. His shot glass was larger than the others. I don't think he noticed or minded. Trying to bring down Sal with alcohol was like trying to bring down a grizzly bear with a bb gun. As the evening went on, I had doubt Frank's plan of Sal passing out after sex was going to come to fruition. He could not accuse me of not trying though.

As it was, Sal did seem to have lost all inhibitions, and did not seem to have any issues with me being half naked in front of his friend. He was so intent on what he was doing, he did not notice I was again fully focused on Frank.

Sal was licking down my stomach and I pressed myself up, my hands laying behind my head. Frank had taken the blonde's head in his hands, pushing it down to his groin. She did not seem to mind as I saw her rub the hardness under his jeans. Whatever he had under that denim seemed impressive by the way her hand cupped his girth. Crista was very drunk from what I could tell with her giggling and annoying laughter; I doubted she would remember many details of this evening, and so I acted as if she was not there.

I slipped the straps of my bra down my shoulders and the cups under my breasts making sure my breasts were on full display.

Sal was shaking salt on my stomach. I trailed my fingers down my stomach to his lips, making sure he sucked on my index and middle finger before bringing them back up to my nipples, wetting them with his saliva as they puckered and wrinkled.

While he was busy licking the salt off my stomach I took the shaker and added salt to my nipples. I could see Christy now had her hand inside Frank's pants, pulling out his cock, and it did not disappoint. It was thick, straight and growing. From the obstructed view I had I could guess it might reach up to eight inches in length.