September 2010
Smirking softly as she laid next to Paisley in the bed, Avery bit down on her lip as Paisley’s hand rubbed at her pussy softly. Like the rubbing was actually going to help the bit of pain she felt after fucking herself on a dildo.
All it was doing was making her turned on again except the next time they had sex she’d make sure they didn’t use the strap on because maybe she had overdone herself. It had had been awhile since she had a cock of any kind inside of her. Mainly because Cordelia hadn’t been keen on sex toys and Avery herself liked using her hand more than a plastic dick.
Except of course when that plastic dick was somehow attached to the girl next to her.
“How is your pussy feeling?” Paisley asked softly her words making Avery blush as she moved her head farther into the crook of Paisley’s neck.
“It hurts a bit,” Avery admitted as her cheeks got even hotter than what they were. “I think that means I got a good fucking right?” she asked with a raised eyebrow.
Paisley laughed softly as her hand moved even slower on Avery’s pussy. “I think it means it’s been awhile since you had a cock inside of you,” she spoke sounding rather amused at the idea. “Which surprises me because I’m pretty certain in July I saw you and Ethan swapping spit.”
“We kissed a few times back in July,” Avery admitted as she let out a small moan when one of Paisley’s fingers slipped inside of her. “But in the long run he decided it was best if we stopped and I agreed,” she revealed right before another moan slipped past her lips.
Paisley’s fingers going up to her clit which she caressed so gently that Avery swore she almost came a second time just from that.
“You’ve fucked him before haven’t you?” Paisley asked though Avery knew it was more of a statement. “He’s the boy from New York. The rebound fuck you had after we broke up.”
Avery nodded her head, “He is the same person,” she confirmed though her words were almost a whine. Paisley moving her fingers and then her hand away from Avery’s pussy. Leaving her feeling empty.
“He’s not that attractive,” Paisley said with a smirk on her face. “He’s kind of got a really big forehead.”
“He’s my friend,” Avery defended with a roll of her eyes.
“You’re friend who you like to kiss,” Paisley shot back as she moved her head down to leave a light kiss on Avery’s cheek. “A friend who has had his cock inside of your pussy.”
“Are you jealous?” Avery questioned as she moved her head up to look at Paisley, their eyes locking and she felt the moment that happened she had her answer.
Paisley was jealous.
When Paisley didn’t answer her verbally Avery moved from where she was laying, finding a way to move Paisley fully on her back as she moved to straddle her. Their gazes staying on each other.
“I asked if you were jealous,” Avery spoke as she moved down to kiss Paisley’s lips briefly. “Are you jealous of Ethan? Because trust me you have nothing to be jealous of. I may have kissed him but it’s not dick I want anymore. I’d rather have pussy. I like seeing pussies and I like eating them. I like having mine eaten by other women too.”
Paisley made a face as she shook her head, “I’m not jealous,” she denied though it was apparent to Avery she was. “You’re crazy.”
“Crazy for you,” Avery spoke both of them laughing as soon as the words had left her mouth because it was such a cheesy line. “Can I show you how crazy for you I am?”
“If you promise never to use that line again you can,” Paisley answered as she reached up to brush some hair off Avery’s face.
Pursing her lips Avery sighed, “Fine, I’ll never use that line again,” she agreed before leaning down to kiss Paisley. This kiss being longer than a peck.
Though Avery’s lips didn’t stay on Paisley’s for long. She soon let them trail down onto her neck before going farther down her body until she was between her legs, where she moved away long enough just to offer Paisley a wink before leaning back in and leaving a small kiss on Paisley’s pussy.
Loving the sound of Paisley moaning above her. Moans that she knew would get louder when she began to actually use her tongue and fingers to eat her out.
Standing at the merch booth inside The House of Blues in Los Angeles, Avery sighed as she leaned against the table. Already feeling so over this whole merch stuff even though tonight was going to be the second night of her doing this.
Anaheim had went smoothly so she hoped tonight did as well. Not to mention she’d have Ethan who had promised he’d come when it got closer to the show so that he could help her with merch.
For now though he was off spending the day with one of his friends and she was stuck here at the venue. Her brothers somewhere at the venue as well, more than likely getting ready for The Walk which started five something and right now it was only three.
She knew because she had checked right after finishing getting everything set up.
“Hey Avie,” Isaac spoke coming out of nowhere and making her jump. A blush soon coating her cheeks, though as she turned to face him, watching as his eyes landed on the shirt she had chose to wear.
It was a shirt she had stolen from Paisley on Saturday. A shirt that had pink text that read Some chicks marry chicks. Get over it, written on it in pink bold letters.
It was a huge statement and she knew by wearing it around fans today that any who saw her would know that the rumors than ran rampant ever since those long ago kissing pictures were true. She was a lesbian.
“I was umm just wondering if you wanted something for lunch or if you have plans to get your own lunch?” Isaac finally continued though Avery knew there was more her eldest brother wanted to say. It was written all over his face.
Avery shrugged, “I was thinking of texting my roommate and seeing if he and the friend he is hanging out with would come and get me. I mean I have everything set up and so I have some free time until doors and all,” she said with a forced smile.
Isaac nodded his head though he didn’t walk away right away. Instead he took another look at her shirt.
“Don’t you think that shirt is a little bit inappropriate Ave?” Isaac asked her with a raised eyebrow.
“Inappropriate?” Avery asked not sure she understood what Isaac meant because surely her older brother wasn’t going to choose now to show some form of homophobic side.
He may have still been nice with their parents and he may have been one of her more conservative siblings attitude wise but she would never have expected for him to be homophobic or to eventually shun her.
Isaac sighed as he ran a hand down his face, like he was looking for the words to say. Like he was scared of overstepping with his words.
“I just mean…well you know how our fans are. You know they’ll talk,” he clarified and Avery wasn’t sure if that was what he originally meant but for now she’d just go with it.
It’d save her any kind of arguments.
Again Avery shrugged as she pushed some hair out of her face, wishing she had put her hair up into a ponytail today. “I mean they will but oh well. They’ve been talking about my sexuality for years Isaac. I may as well confirm or semi confirm what most of them already know. I’m a lesbian and I love women.”
Isaac paused as he just looked at her, looking as if he was thinking over her words.
“Then if that’s what you want to do,” Isaac finally said though he sounded unsure like he didn’t fully trust her judgement.
“It is,” Avery told him sounding sure and after she had told him that she moved to leave the merch booth. Heading outside to the bus where she fully intended to text Ethan. Have him come and save her because she’d do anything to spend a few hours with him and his friend instead of being in some venue dying of boredom.
As well as potentially murdering Isaac.
Avery glared at Ethan as they sat in a restaurant not far from the venue, his friend having gone to the bathroom and leaving them alone. “You couldn’t have told me when I texted you that Harper was the friend you were hanging out with his,” she hissed out.
It had been a shock to her system to see the girl who she had successfully snuck away from in New York in the passenger side of Ethan’s car when he had arrived at the venue to pick her up.
“I figured I may as well surprise you,” Ethan said with a tiny smile. “Hell, maybe I was hoping to play matchmaker too and set you up for another booty call with her. I mean last I checked for the past two weeks you’ve been getting a booty call from some person I don’t know and maybe I wanted you to have one with someone I did,” he defended though to Avery it sounded flimsy. “She’s a Hanson fan you know. She’s going to the show tonight as well as the rest of the Cali shows after this.”
“And what you think I’m just going to invite her along on the tour bus?” Avery asked knowing if Isaac hadn’t nearly had a heart attack over her shirt he would over her asking to bring a girl on the tour bus with her. “I can’t do that.”
“I know that but maybe in San Fran when you stay at a hotel you can hook up with her before the second show.”
Avery shook her head at that, “No,” she spoke hoping she sounded firm. She wasn’t going to even hook up with Harper. Not when she had this complicated thing with Paisley going.
Her brain reminding her then that Paisley would be at the show tonight too and that it’d be awkward if she ran into Paisley when she was with Sloan. Almost figured it’d be even more awkward if it happened when Harper was near her because even despite her running out on Harper well she had still flirted with Avery all through lunch today.
Had the nerve to act like things were fine after Avery just so casually left her after a night of sex without as much as a goodbye.
“Don’t say no Avie,” Ethan said as he leaned across the table some to stare her down. “It could come back to bite you on the ass.”
Before she could retort back Harper chose then to come back. All three of them getting their money out to split the bill then as well as leaving a tip and once all the money had been taken care of they left the restaurant, heading back to the venue.
Avery slipping on the plaid button down shirt that had been wrapped around her waist over the t-shirt she was wearing. Though she didn’t button the shirt up, she left it unbuttoned wanting to proudly show off the shirt she was wearing.
A tiny part of her half hoping even more that she didn’t run into Paisley and Sloan. Was afraid if she did that Sloan would recognize the shirt.