Naughty Friend ALTERNATIVE Ch. 18

June 29, 2021

NOTE: This is shorter than the original version, for two reasons.

First, removing Victoria removes a lot of the dialogue between her and Amber, and second, this shorter chapter ends at a really good stopping point that will hopefully feel satisfying (for those who wanted Amber and Ryan to be exclusive to each other).

If you prefer a harem route, read the Original Chapter 18, where Victoria and Sarah remain involved in the relationship.

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- CHAPTER 18: ALTERNATIVE ROUTE -

- SUNDAY, DECEMBER 20: Evening -

I drove my car in silence, Amber sitting in the passenger’s seat, slumped against the door, hugging a disposable cotton pillow with no pillowcase as she stared out the window with an empty expression. It was already pitch-black outside, thanks to the time of year, even though it was only about 7:30pm in the evening.

I still hadn’t sent a message to Victoria yet, and probably wasn’t going to at this point, knowing that my friend could just explain what happened later. Besides, she was at work right now, probably giving guys lap dances, and might not see my message for a few hours anyway.

In the meantime, neither of the two of us seemed to know what to say, with Amber not having spoken a word since I helped her get into the car, and her expression drawing me up short as well, having no idea how to even broach the subject of everything that happened in the last few hours.

For one, there was the whole fact that she’d almost gotten gangbanged, forcibly, which was the true reason for the bruise on her temple, unlike the story we’d told the hospital, yet I felt confident bringing that subject up would be a bad idea.

And it wasn’t like I could ask her how the surgery went, since it wasn’t like she was conscious during it. What was she supposed to say? That it was fine?

And what was she supposed to say about the gangbang situation? That she made a mistake?

My friend didn’t usually admit her mistakes like that, simply because it was a vulnerable thing to do, and she didn’t like putting herself in a position where she had to admit she was wrong.

Not to mention, the whole thing had been out of her control to begin with.

Honestly, I still wasn’t sure how they’d even set her up in the first place, wondering if maybe that asshole who paid my friend three grand actually followed us when we made a trip to the nerd’s apartment later that first morning I was back home. It was also possible the bastard specifically found out about my friend from the nerd in the first place. After all, she had said she normally didn’t take on clients like him, and that the single night was the only time she’d ever been with him, so maybe the nerd bragged about it and the guy paid him off to share him the details.

For all we knew, maybe that’s where the nerd’s money actually came from, since he was calling her up barely a couple hours later, suddenly having an extra five-hundred to spend on her for another blowjob.

There were a lot of likely possibilities, and I knew my friend might have a better idea of how they really set her up, but I wasn’t about to ask right now, given the situation.

Prior to getting in my car, it was obvious Amber seemed really somber when a nurse wheeled her outside, and even more so when I helped her climb into the passenger’s seat, with the way my friend grabbed a hold of me feeling both desperate and somehow distant at the same time.

It wasn’t until she finally spoke up almost ten minutes later, that I finally understood what was on her mind.

Her voice was barely a whisper.

“You deserve better,” she said quietly, almost to the point that I wasn’t sure if I heard her right.

“What?” I said in sincere surprise, having to clear my throat from it sounding hoarse.

My friend winced, speaking louder and with more conviction, but continuing to focus out the window. “You deserve better,” she repeated. “Not some stupid whore, like me.”

I looked at her in shock, unable to believe what she was saying, and having zero idea what to say in response to that.

“Amber,” was all I could manage.

“I’m serious,” she nearly snapped, finally glancing at me, her light green eyes looking angry, although not necessarily directed toward me. It was more like she was upset at herself. “I’m not saying I’ll never fuck you again, but you’re better off finding a real girlfriend. Someone who isn’t a whore and can give you what you want.” She paused, turning her head away again, speaking so quietly I could barely hear her. “What you really need.”

It was like she stabbed me in the chest.

“Oh,” was all I could say, my heart suddenly aching.

So that’s what this was.

She was essentially breaking up with me. Drawing a line in the sand, and making it clear where we really stood. I was just another fuck buddy, not anyone special to her.

Amber continued staring out the window, and I wasn’t able to see what her expression was like -- probably determined -- because now all I could see was the road.

“Fine,” I finally whispered, all my volume gone. “If that’s how you want it to be between us, then fine.” I then took a deep breath, speaking more firmly. “But I’m not going to get a girlfriend. Or sleep with anyone else.”

My friend flinched, but didn’t respond, turning her head even more away from me.

And we both fell silent all over again.

It wasn’t until she sniffled that I realized she was crying.

I sighed heavily. “Amber, I want you,” I said sincerely.

She didn’t respond right away, and I wasn’t sure she was going to, until she took a shaky breath and spoke up quietly.

“I want you too,” she whispered.

I just shook my head, my tone gentle, despite my words. “Then what’s the problem?” I wondered, only to sigh. “I mean, I already agreed to put up with your business stuff, and yeah, I admit that I’d rather have you to myself, if I’m being completely honest. But I still want you. Specifically, you.”

She didn’t respond.

“Or do you just not want me that much?” I said seriously. “Is this a nice way of essentially breaking up with me? Are you going to start dating someone else? Or go back to your boyfriend?”

She finally turned her head to glare at me, before looking away again. “No,” she finally admitted. “You just deserve better.”

“I don’t want better. I want you,” I retorted.

She took a deep breath, only to sniffle, reaching up to wipe her eyes, not saying anything.

Which caused us to fall silent all over again.

Because I didn’t know what to say. She wanted me, but it sounded like she also wanted me to be with someone who wasn’t a slut, yet simultaneously wasn’t offering to stop being a slut. Of course, I wanted to ask her if she wanted me to get a job, but that implied she was even considering stopping her side-hustle, and I doubted she was, even despite what happened.

Finally, she took another deep breath. “Maybe I can look into alternative options,” she considered out loud. “Possibly focus on more online stuff. Of course, the porn, but maybe also sites that would allow me to make money doing live videos and such.”

I looked at her in complete shock. “Wait, you mean?” I couldn’t actually say it, afraid to jinx it.

She finally met my gaze, her light green eyes almost affectionate. “Yeah, baby. I’m…I’m done. I can’t do it anymore.”

I grimaced, feeling hopeful, but also concerned. “Because of what happened?” I asked quietly.

She shook her head, glancing away again. “No,” she admitted, only to pause. “Not because of what happened.” She sighed. “Because I love you.”

My eyes widened in sincere surprise.

I almost couldn’t believe what I was hearing, unable to help but give her a look that was probably some combination of hopeful and skeptical.

She glanced at me again, before sighing heavily a second time. “The reason why I wasn’t already fucking that bastard, when those guys showed up, was because I wasn’t sure if I could do it. The moment I closed the car door and walked away from you, all I could think about was how this was affecting you.” Her voice dropped. “And all I could think about was how I would feel if you left me for Vicki.”

I didn’t respond, totally at a loss for words.

Because I knew she was serious, but could hardly believe she was.

My friend continued after a second. “And yeah, I know things were just more casual earlier, and she doesn’t have a problem with us fucking, but I felt the pain I knew you must be feeling. And so I tried making small-talk with him, trying to delay us fucking so I could think of a way to get out of the situation without it being a huge headache. That, and trying to debate if ‘one more time’ would really be that bad, since my side was already hurting pretty horribly by that point and I just wanted to get it over with.” She scoffed. “Of course, I never imagined that he was delaying too, for his own asshole reasons. Fucking bastard.”

“You’re serious?” I finally said.

She looked over at me, a hint of affection touching her light green eyes. “Yeah, baby. I’m serious. I really wanted to come back out to the car, and to be able to say that I didn’t fuck him, when you inevitably asked how it went. To tell you I wasn’t going to fuck random guys anymore.”

I tried to swallow the lump in my throat, uncertain of how to respond.

I supposed a part of me was afraid she’d change her mind, even though my friend rarely did once she was set on something.

I finally took a deep breath, trying to focus on the reasons why she might change her mind.

“I’ll get a job too,” I announced. “In case online stuff doesn’t work out.”

My friend immediately scoffed. “Absolutely not,” she retorted. “If you really want a job, then you can get one after you graduate. I need you to focus on your business degree, and focus on fucking me for my online videos. That’s your job right now, using that big cock to pound my pussy on camera.”

I looked at her in surprise, seeing the slightest smirk tugging on her lips, realizing she was both being serious and trying to lighten the mood now.

I decided to play along. “Oh, okay,” I commented, speaking as if I just realized her true intentions. “I should have known that was never off the table. You were always going to be using my cock for your vids.”

“Exactly right,” she retorted, her tone sounding haughty. “And if you’re not studying, then you need to be working that cock in and out of my cunt.”

I smirked. “Yes, ma’am,” I replied obediently.

She made an amused noise, before taking another deep breath.

“So…” I began hesitantly. “What do we want to do about…her…then? She still thinks I stood her up.”

“Vicki?” she replied, only to frown. “I…I don’t know. I…” She took a deep breath. “She’s a good friend. And I want to remain friends. But also…”

“You kind of want me to yourself,” I guessed.

She grimaced.

“Can I have you to myself?” I whispered quietly.

She sighed, her voice quiet. Vulnerable.

“Yes,” she said simply.

When she didn’t say anything, I gave her a little prompt.

“Now ask me,” I whispered.

She looked at me in sincere surprise, only for the vulnerability to reappear in her light green eyes. She then looked away, sincerely struggling to ask such a simple question, even if she could surely guess what my answer might be.

When she finally spoke, her voice was trembling a little. “C-Can…can I have you?” She paused. “Only for myself?”

“Yes,” I whispered, seeing she was staring ahead now, tears forming in her eyes. It was strange seeing this side of her, a side that sincerely wanted something, but couldn’t really demand it. Or rather, she couldn’t demand I give it to her -- for me to truly, in my heart, to want only her.

Only her, and no one else.

And thus, it was really difficult for her to ask.

It might seem simple for regular couples, but we weren’t a regular couple, and I suspected that her own perception of me ‘deserving better’ was partly why it was difficult for her to expect this of me.

But if she was willing to allow me to expect this of her, then I was more than willing to do the same.

“Love you, Amber,” I said softly.

She took a shaky breath.

“Love you, baby.” She looked up at me, tears brimming over. “More than anything.”

END

So, this might be the last Alternative chapter I write for this story, simply because it was actually quite a bit of work to edit the original chapter 18 to produce this. However, if I do end up adding more chapters of this route, it will only be 'bonus' chapters, rather than having any kind of regular schedule, just because it takes more time than I have available.

If this was an ending you wanted, then I hope you enjoyed it!

And if not, don't worry. The original chapter 18 is the main version I plan on continuing.