[ExD] - 6.0.13

“You don’t have to make up anything, Myra,” I said, glancing at Deen. My best friend turned girlfriend sat tight-lipped, putting on a grumpy face. But Deen didn’t say anything even though I could sense the rants boiling in her mind.

Deen kept to her promise to be open to forgiving Myra. Not actually forgiving Myra. Just being open to the possibility of doing so. Better than nothing, though it was a very shaky start to peace. Even then, this promise of a mere chance was bought with a terrible price. Deen and I bonked each other after she took a short shower, and this bitch had the pesky idea to make me do… things… so that she would stop picking fights with Myra.

Is it okay to call my girlfriend a bitch? I had been calling Deen that in my head before, so I supposed that it was fine. Just be careful not to say it aloud. And she was really a bitch for what she did. A manipulative one.

I thought that Deen would be satisfied with getting eaten out. Maybe some finger action involved. I was even willing to transform into Blanchette to do the deed without using up one of her five chances per month—yep, I limited sexy times as Blanchette to five times in a month. I probably should’ve imposed fewer instances.

But Deen wasn’t interested in that. Sensing weakness in my bargaining position, she suggested the most degenerate thing, so far—she wanted me to tongue her… other hole.

I couldn’t even believe I was hearing her say that. We’ve been a thing for barely a week, and she was already pushing the limit that way? Then again, I remembered her trying to touch me there when she fingered me that one time.  

Our bonking earlier was certainly… interesting, to say the least. It was a new experience for me, as it was for her. She was moaning so loud that I thought Myra could hear us. Thankfully, it seemed that Myra fell asleep waiting for us.

“Don’t say that, Erind,” Myra said. “I made a grievous mistake. And it had severe consequences, especially on you.”

Deen cleared her throat, but didn’t utter a word. She better keep to her promise. My tongue didn’t explore the void just for her to blow up again.

“I know that no matter what I do,” continued Myra, “I won’t be able to fix my mistake. It’s not within my power to… turn you back.” She glanced at the neighboring table. The people there were busy taking pictures of their drinks. “But anything else that’s within my power, I’ll offer. Everything that I’ll do for Kelsey, I’ll do for you. It’s like you’re my own sister.”

Deen coughed while drinking her black coffee. “That’s probably too far. You don’t need to think of Erind as your sister.”

Seriously? I raised a brow at Deen. Was she getting jealous about this? Was it because we had a sister play before? Crazy Deen was crazily secure. At times, I think that I was a normal one. “It’s just an expression, Deen,” I said. “Myra’s just saying how sincere she is. Anyway, let’s put all our issues aside and focus on working together.”

“I’ll tell Dario about the intel on Red Island,” Myra said. “I’ll keep you two updated about our plans while you stay here in Vegas.”

“Do we need to tell Dario?” Deen held my hand under the table. “He’d want to infiltrate that place. Even if we have the most well-thought-out plan, it’ll still be… a suicide mission,” she added in a whisper.”

“Don’t you want to go there?” Myra asked me. “There might be a cure for your condition. I’m going there for the same reason.”

“Erind is fine as she is,” Deen said.

I raised a brow at Deen. Was she freaking serious with this? Did she really think that we’d die on Red Island, or was she worried that we could no longer have monster sex, so she didn’t want me cured? “With your abilities, I think we’ll survive whatever it is we find while, uh, island hopping. Yep. Visiting the islands. Mosquitos or some weird diseases.” I added that last part because a couple of women were standing nearby, comparing their drinks. “And we need to find a cure for my condition. I think getting a bit of fresh air on some islands will do great.”

“Ye-yes. I want you to be cured,” Deen said. “But we also shouldn’t take unnecessary risks. My, erm, senses have limitations. I can’t—”

“Excuse me,” said one of the women next to our table. She presented her phone to me. “Is it alright if you can take a picture of us?”

“Um, sure,” I said, surprised that they could see me when I was next to Deen. This woman might think it was too presumptuous to ask Deen for a favor, and went for the plain friend. Kind of annoying. “I’m not really great at taking pictures.”

“Just make sure to include our upper bodies and drinks,” said the other woman, raising her glass topped with whipped cream and sprinkles.

“Count to three, okay?” The first woman also posed beside her friend.

I raised her phone, fitting them into the frame as I wondered if they could be more than friends. The first woman had her arm around the waist of her friend. Their bodies were also sticking to each other, as if they were trying to merge. Maybe it was just because the space was cramped. And they were both women; they might just be super comfortable with each other.

“I’m going to take the pic,” I said, steadying my hand. “One… Two…”

Before I could finish my count, the two women faced each other and went in for a deep kiss. It wasn’t just an intense mashing of lips. We were talking about an open-mouthed kiss. They locked lips as they knotted their tongues.

“Uh, three….” I didn’t immediately take the picture because of shock. And it was rare to surprise me. This sort of thing wouldn’t have registered in my mind before; things were different now since I was in a relationship. I glance at Deen as I hand the phone back to the couple.

Deen winked at me.

“Thank you so much,” said the first woman, checking the picture I took. “We look so great here! I feel like taking a selfie would be too close. Like, we’d have to raise our drinks close to our faces.”

“And you always get the angle wrong,” chided her friend.

The first woman laughed. “I’m too focused on kissing you.” The two continued their playful banter as they left the shop.

“Huh… I didn’t expect those two to be a couple,” Myra said. “Man, that kiss was something.”

Deen bristled. “Do you have anything against—?”

“No!” Myra frantically shook her head. “No, no, no. Definitely not. Other people’s sexual preferences are not my business. I’m straight as a telephone pole, but I’m not imposing that on others. I also don’t judge others. If you’re talking about public displays of affection, that’s also the business of others. I’m far from a prude—people are free to do anything as long as they’re not hurting others.”

“That’s sort of a given,” I said. “How are things between you and Johann?” I figured I’d put Myra in the spotlight to draw away attention from us. Specifically, Deen. She was acting too suspiciously.

“What thing?” Myra quickly replied. “Nothing is going on between us.”

Following my lead, Deen piled on, “Aren’t you two dating?” Going for a direct approach, I see.

“Dating?” Myra’s voice pitched higher. A hint of pink powdered her cheeks. “We’re just friends. Like, I’m also friends with you guys. We’re friends, right?” Good deflection.

“Deen and I are a different sort of friends,” I said, “compared to Johann and you. I’d say that you two are closer. Deen and I are pretty casual.” Deen lightly kicked me under the table. What was that for?”

“Nothing like that,” Myra replied. “Okay, I admit it—Johann and I are close with each other. Close friends, I’m clarifying that. Do I like him? A bit, yeah. But everything is platonic so far. How about you two?”

“What do you mean by that?” Deen asked. “Erind and I are also close. Are you asking if we’re anything other than platonic?”

“Ah, I meant how close you two are, given that you’ve lived together for some time,” Myra said. “Of course, your relationship is platonic. What else could it be? You’re both straight, right?”

Deen and I stared at each other.