Chapter 32

Tiffany was sitting in the living room when Phil emerged. They both had changed out of their finery and were in their more traditional eveningwear. Phil had on a pair of mesh shorts and a T-shirt; Tiffany wore a crop top and hip-hugger fleece shorts. She was watching television when he came out so he sat beside her on the couch and gathered her onto his lap.

For the first time in memory, she didn’t come willingly but Phil persevered and soon had her head nestled on his shoulder and his arms around her tightly.

“You’ve been awful quiet tonight,” he mentioned.

“I didn’t have anything to contribute,” Tiffany replied.

“Oh, bullshit,” Phil countered. “I was seated across the table from you. I saw how many times a clever comment came to your mind – and I watched you put each one of them away before you said it. What’s up?”

Tiffany shifted slightly until she was looking at him.

“This hurts my neck,” she said.

“Fine,” Phil replied. He lifted her slim frame off and sat her down where she straddled him. She was face to face now.

“Just my luck,” she said. “I finally get this way and we’ve got our clothes on.”

“See, that’s the Tiffany Grayling I’ve come to love,” Phil said. “How’s this?”

He slid his hands downward until they rested on her hips.

“Stop, OK?” Tiffany said. She took him by the wrists and pushed his hands away. “You want to know what’s wrong? That’s what’s wrong. I don’t fit in here, Phil. I’m not talking about sex or anything like that. I’m talking about sitting at dinner with seven people who are successful now or who will be in the future. What was I supposed to add the conversation? ‘Hi, I’m Tiffany. My family took a company that had $300 million in assets eight years ago and ran it into the ground.’ Maybe I should have led with this: ‘Perhaps you’ve heard of my family. You haven’t? Well, you will by next week because every single fucking one of them is going to be indicted for fraud and embezzlement!’”

“It’s not that bad,” Phil said.

“It must be easy for the guy with the best fucking family in the world to make that assessment,” Tiffany shot back. “It’s plenty fucking bad from where I’m sitting. And to top it all I get to watch Mr. and Mrs. Perfect say all the right things to all the right people – and I get it in fucking stereo! I’ve got your Mom and Dad on one side and you and Hailey on the other. I resent the fact that my family is nothing but a bunch of fuckups. I resent the fact that Katelyn’s mom would do anything for her. I’m starting to resent your mother and your father and every God damn person in this apartment because in five fucking years I’m going to be working at Burger King while you’re running the world! Katelyn charmed the drawers off the deputy mayor. You and Hailey had everyone at the table eating out of your hands. I’m just the fucking charity case who either has to be stuck sponging off you or suck it up and admit I don’t belong here.

“Well I choose the latter! I will not be someone you or your parents use to make yourselves feel better about all the money you have. I will not live here rent free and suck off the Warner family teat because I won’t have a fucking nickel to my name in a month. I will not stand by and let you rescue my family because we’re too stupid to come in out of the rain or too immoral to understand that stealing is wrong. That’s where things stand from where I sit.”

Phil was caught off-guard by the absolute hostility that radiated from Tiffany. He took a deep breath and was surprised at the tear that trickled down his cheek. She was hurting and the only way he knew to help her would cause her to hurt more.

He brushed away the tear and fought off the urge to hug her tight to him.

“I didn’t mean to make you feel that way,” he said in a soft voice. “I don’t think of you that way. I look at you as a friend and I always do what I can to help my friends. I never meant for you to think of yourself as anything less than I see you: a beautiful, funny, charming woman who is in a situation not of her making. I know that what’s happening to your family isn’t your fault. You’re caught in the middle of something terrible and I just wanted to help you out of it if I could. I’ll step back and let you be whatever you need to be. I don’t want to lose you, though. I care about you – not because of what you might or might not have but because of the vitality and charisma I’ve seen from you. I’m willing to be whatever sort of friend you want me to be if it will make you feel better.”

“What would make me feel better is to drive home and strangle my mother and my aunt and my sisters!” Tiffany spat.

“I’m free Thursday until 6 p.m.,” Phil replied with a nod. “We could leave Wednesday about ten o’clock, get there by four in the morning. You could strangle one an hour and we’d be back in time for the start of the festival. We might have to hurry when we dispose of the bodies but if we plan it out right it should work out.”

Tiffany took a look at the cheerless face in front of her. She had seen him wipe away a tear – a tear that came because her words had hurt him, she knew.

“I’m not really mad at you,” Tiffany admitted. “I think I’m just mad in general. Do you know that dress is the nicest thing I’ve ever owned? I went to Prom last year in a hand-me-down from my sister – who has tits five times the size of mine. You can imagine how that looked. I would have been better off in a pup tent. Now I sit here and see that Hailey is in almost the exact same situation as I am – but at least she has you.”

“You have me,” Phil pointed out.

“Yeah,” she agreed. “I do. I’m really sorry I took it out on you. I’m just really mad – not at you and not just about where my family finds itself but at how we got here and the way I was treated for most of my life.”

“It isn’t fair,” Phil agreed. “I want you to know this: Whatever you need, Tiff. Space, hugs, money, time, whatever. If I have it, it’s yours.”

“Dick?” Tiffany asked with a wink.

“Maybe not that,” Phil replied.

“Typical guy,” Tiffany told him. “Promise me the world and let me down the first time I ask for something. I’m kidding by the way. Well, sort of. I need to get laid in the worst way. You and Slut Girl are like watching a porno close up. But not by you and not by her. I will take a hug though if you’ve got one handy.”

Phil wrapped his arms around the diminutive girl and held her tightly to him. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears when she pulled back. He caught her chin and kissed her gently on the lips.

“I do love you,” he said seriously.

The tears that had threatened to start all afternoon fell in earnest and she clasped herself back to Phil’s shoulder and cried until she fell asleep.

Tiffany barely stirred as Phil carried her down the hallway to her new bed. Hailey had come out and saw Tiffany asleep in his arms – as had started to become a habit, Hailey mused – and followed him in to pull back the duvet and the sheet.

“I’ll take her shirt and bra off,” she said in a soft voice. “You slide her shorts down. She never sleeps in anything more than her panties.”

Phil glanced at Hailey for a moment but she turned away to work the shirt over Tiffany’s head. Phil lifted Tiffany’s slim hips and slid the shorts downward. He quickly stopped their descent.

“Uh,” he said as he found himself looking at Tiffany’s nearly hairless pussy from only a foot and a half away. Hailey turned and let out a long breath when she saw her friend had carried through with the threat to trim back the thatch above her mound.

“What’s going on?” Tiffany asked in a sleep voice. Her shirt was off and her bra was open – and she felt a breeze on her pussy.

“We were getting you ready for bed,” Hailey answered. “We didn’t realize you were commando. You gave Phil quite the thrill. Now I guess I’m going to have put up with him pawing at me all night. Thanks for nothing.”

“You can leave him here to paw at me,” Tiffany muttered. “If I don’t get some cock soon, I’m going downtown to rape a hobo.”

“Not tonight, little love,” Hailey said. “You’re tired and you’ve had an emotional day. Just sleep and know that we love you very much.”

“I love you guys, too,” Tiffany said. She had made no move to pull up her shorts or close her bra. “Just take them all the way off, Phil. I’ll sleep au naturel tonight. That might give you a little something extra to know that when you’re giving Hailey the high hard one.”

Phil dutifully pulled Tiffany’s shorts down to her feet and left them beside the bed.

“I like having my personal servants undress me,” she mused. “Now go fuck or something so I can get some sleep.”

“Good plan,” Hailey said. She gave Tiffany a small kiss on the lips and pulled the sheet up to cover the girl’s nudity. “And good night.”

“Night, Hailey,” Tiffany said. Phil put his arm around Hailey and turned to the door. “Oh, Mr. Warner, aren’t you forgetting something?”

He glanced back at Tiffany who had puckered her lips in an exaggerated manner. He laughed and leaned over and kissed her lightly on the lips.

“Your boyfriend is trying to make out with me when I’m naked,” Tiffany said. “I think he digs me.”

“I do dig you, you little shit,” Phil said. She caught his arm as he started to stand.

“Thank you,” she said in a small voice.

“I’m glad to have you here,” Phil told her. “I truly am.”

Hailey put her arm around his waist as the shut off the light and closed the door.

“That was very sweet of you,” she said.

“I’m a little concerned,” Phil admitted. “She’s becoming more brazen about the innuendos she’s throwing around.”

“I know,” Hailey agreed with a sigh. “Maybe one of your friends would like a little action this week.”

“Maybe,” Phil agreed. “Most of them aren’t the one-night-stand type, though.”

“I somehow figured that much,” Hailey grinned as she sat him on the bed. She lifted her own T-shirt over her head and lowered her shorts and panties at the same time. She giggled when she saw she was nude except for her socks so she slipped them off, too.

“I thought I’d like to crawl on your lap like Tiffany was earlier,” she said. “Only I want you inside me – of course I always want you inside me.”

“That’s a coincidence because I always want to be inside you,” Phil admitted. He slid his shorts down as Hailey lifted his shirt over his head. She used the head of his cock to spread around some moisture and slid it inside of her with a happy sigh.

“I used to require a lot of foreplay before I could get aroused enough for intercourse,” she confided. “Now I just think of you and I’m ready.”

“Or I just have a really little dick,” Phil offered.

“That’s not it at all,” Hailey told him. She’d been with guys who sported massive cocks – including one who should probably be doing porn – but she thought Phil compared favorably to most guys. None of the dicks she’d seen before did anything for her like his did; that was certain. Phil was surprised to find that Hailey had one of the tightest pussies he’d ever encountered. He knew she had been intimate with many men – and many times with each, he figured. The first time he entered her he had expected something a lot looser than what he found. With her puffy pussy lips it was impossible to tell she wasn’t a virgin.

He had just seen Tiffany’s pussy from close up. He doubted she’d had even a quarter as many partners as Hailey had but her inner lips hung down from her thin outer labia. It was a nice pussy, he decided, but it wasn’t as nice as the one he was nestled in that very moment.

His hands massaged Hailey’s back and butt as she established a nice, slow rhythm. Her face was only inches from his but she didn’t kiss him. Instead she looked at him with big blue eyes filled with love as she rode to a nice gentle cum. Phil required more movement before he could ejaculate but he didn’t mind if she didn’t. Hailey was happy and that made him happy. She kissed him firmly as she climaxed and put her head on his shoulder to relax. They had made love three times that day – a dirty quickie at the office; mutual oral sex after dinner and nice gentle lovemaking at night. Each one had felt marvelous to her and she considered all the sides of sex she hoped to explore with Phil Warner before their lives were over.