My Best Friend’s Girlfriend

Chapter 1: Meeting the Bitch

I can’t stop tapping my foot. It’s a nervous habit, and I have plenty to be nervous about.

Maria is coming soon. Maria and her new girlfriend. The new love of her life. The “most amazing and beautiful girl ever.” Maria and Reyna. Reyna, who I’ve never met. Reyna, who didn’t exist in my life or Maria’s life until two weeks ago. Reyna, the new center of Maria’s world.

And yes, I’m jealous. One second Maria spends every second with me, and the next she disappears from my life. Even when I text her, it takes hours for her to respond. It’s like our whole relationship was a phase for her. Never mind that I got her through two brutal break ups. Never mind that I introduced her to her (former) fiancée. Never mind that I’ve bailed her out of jail. Twice. Nope. None of that matters to her. All that matters is Reyna.

I notice the salt and pepper on the table hopping around and put my hand on my thigh to stop the shaking. Jesus, this is the worst.

I look around the diner. It’s nothing fancy: another chain that looks just like a thousand restaurants across the country. Most of the patrons are heavyset, though it’s not like I can judge. Curves never hurt anyone (except their dating chances). But it’s slow around here. Only one waitress is working the floor and she seems frazzled. Stray hair keeps falling in her eyes and she blows it away for a second or two before it falls back into place. One of the older men at the counter keeps leering at her, and it makes me uncomfortable. The girl’s at work. She’s not asking for it. And she probably didn’t come up with the small shorts and suspender getup that is her uniform.

I slide my cup of coffee to the edge of the table to signify a refill. No, I don’t need more coffee. I need to relax, but I like having something warm to hold and sip on. The empty cup marks the fall of cup three. I’m sure I’ll die from an exploding heart when I’m thirty, but what the hell?

The table shakes and the coffee cup falls off the edge and shatters. Shit.

The waitress rolls her eyes and heads over to my table.

“Oh, sugar,” she says, throwing her hands to her hips and huffing.

“Actually, I prefer it black,” I say.

“Funny.” She smiles. “I’ll be right back with a broom.” She hurries away, and when I look up, the whole diner is staring at me. I slink into my seat and blush. I lean down, partly to pick up my mess, but mostly to hide my face, when the waitress returns.

“Oh, honey, don’t you worry about that. I got it.”

“Well, it’s my fault. Too much caffeine got me jittery.” The waitress gets the shard of the mug into a nice pile and then stands up, shifting her weight onto one leg and the broom handle, slouched to one side.

“Still want more?” she asks.

“You bet.”

“That stuff will kill you.”

“I go out on my own terms.” She gives a small laugh and bends back over to sweep up the mug into a dustpan.

“That’s funny,” she says while still bent over. It’s almost provocative. God, is she hitting on me? “You’re funny,” she says while she straightens back up.

“Thanks,” I mutter. This is officially thirty seconds longer than I want any conversation with a stranger to go.

“Want anything else? Coffee on an empty stomach can kill your insides.”

“No, I’m fine. I’m waiting for a friend,” I say. Something in her wilts. Damn, I think she was hitting on me.

“Alright, well if you need anything, I’m June,” she offers her hand out to me, and I shake it.

“Nice to meet you,” I say. “I’m Sarah.”

“That’s a pretty name,” she adds, and holds onto my hand longer than I’m comfortable with.

“So is June. My favorite month, actually.”

“Two pretty names for two pretty girls,” she says with a wink and walks away.

Holy shit, she was hitting on me. I blush with the realization, but then get really embarrassed. Was I supposed to flirt back? No. I have a boyfriend. I’m straight for fucks sake. I mean, I agree with Carl, everyone’s a little bi. But I’m not flirt-with-random-waitress-girl bi.

I hear the bell attached to the door jingle and look up. It’s Maria and some older woman. Maria is her usual self. She’s only a little over five feet tall. She’s petite and relatively flat chested. But she’s punky with a pixie haircut, pink hair, short jean shorts, a blue tank top, and red suspenders. She’s twenty-seven, but her wardrobe always makes her look eighteen. The woman with her, who I can only assume is Reyna (though I can’t believe it), is what my brother would call “a tall drink of water.” She’s wearing a red sun dress with small yellow sunflowers decorating it almost like polka dots. The dress should button at the top, by the cleavage, but she’s opted to almost let the girls hang out. The unbuttoned top shows a black lacy bra underneath (at least she’s wearing a bra!). Her hair is midnight black and curly, and right above two soft olive cheeks are bright amber eyes. I can tell the color from across the diner. But all her curves end with sharp points. Her chin is angular and bold. Her round hips come to high heeled shoes and sharp clicks as she enters the diner.

Maria notices me quickly and waves me down. I wave back limply. Reyna doesn’t seem to notice me, but she follows Maria towards my table anyways. Reyna’s like a magnet sliding across the floor. Surely each leg is lifting, but each move is smooth. She looks in my direction, but I’m not sure she’s looking at me. It’s more like she looks through me. June catches her eye and the two pause for a moment, mid-step. Something like a shiver runs through June’s body, and she scampers off into the kitchen.

I claw out of the booth and stand to hug Maria, who practically tackles me. She’s always been a golden retriever puppy to my indoor cat, and I love it. She takes a step back and inspects my outfit, like she always does, and clicks her tongue in disapproval.

“It’s almost hard to tell you’re a woman beneath all that frump, love,” she teases.

“I bet,” I mutter. “And how do the men tell you apart from a prostitute?” I tease back. We both chuckle uncomfortably for having added a little too much truth to our taunts.

“And this,” says Maria as she steps aside like a magician on stage, “is Reyna!” Reyna has her head turned, still staring at June from over the counter and into the kitchen. June makes eye contact again and then ducks beneath the counter. Maria nudges her with her elbow and Reyna turns sharply. She glares down Maria, who shrinks away from her. Then she turns to me.

Her eyes are striking, demanding my attention. She reaches her hand out limply, almost as though offering me to kiss it, but I take it carefully and shake it. She smiles.

“You must be Sarah,” she says. Her accent is a thick Spanish one, making the words sound heavy and breathy. The handshake is over, but she holds onto my limp hand like some British nobility at tea. “Maria tells much about you.”

“She does?” I say. I don’t pull my hand away from her. I don’t know why, but it feels as though I’m not allowed to do so.

“Si,” she almost purrs it. “Much.”

“I haven’t heard much about you,” I say. My temper flairs again about the stupidity of the situation, breaking me from the moment. How two weeks ago Maria was engaged to Jace. I’ve tried to talk to her about it, but she’s always with Reyna. Even now, I can’t tell Maria what an idiot she’s being. Now she’s apparently bi with a Spanish bombshell.

Reyna looks at Maria in surprise, and Maria laughs nervously. “How do you describe this in words?” She gestures towards Reyna’s entire being. “You simply have to meet her. And now you have.” Her pace picks up with her nerves. “Let’s sit. Here. At this table. Is this our table? Must be. Let’s sit.” Maria practically dives into the booth. I climb in after her, aware of my stomach gliding along the table. Reyna slinks in behind Maria in one move.

“Have you ordered?” asks Maria. “I’m starving.” Maria starts to flip through the sticky menu. She can never decide between eating breakfast for every meal or eating like an adult. I’m decidedly breakfast all the time.

Reyna glares at me while Maria prattles. I try to maintain eye contact, but whenever I do, I get lost in her amber eyes. “We will not be staying long,” says Reyna. Then she places a hand on Maria’s wrist and Maria’s nervous flipping stops suddenly.

“But you said we were having lunch,” whines Maria. She’s used the whine on me before, and it always works. But not on Reyna.

“I said we would meet. But we will be leaving before any food arrives. I’d like coffee.”

As if on cue, June comes from the kitchen with three mugs and a pot of coffee. She puts the mugs down in front of each of us, and leaves the pot in the center of the table. She takes out her notebook. “Hey, my name is June, what can I get for you ladies?”

“The coffee is fine,” says Reyna. “Though we only need two cups.” Reyna hands the mug in front of Maria back to June. June buries herself in the menu, embarrassed. “Thank you, June. You may go.”

“Right,” says June, scribbling something down. “I’ll leave you three alone.” She rips off one of the papers from her notebook and drops it in front of me. I assume it’s the check, but when I turn it over, I see it’s her name followed by seven numbers. Her phone number! Holy shit. I look back up at her, but she’s already scribbling on the notepad again, rips off a piece of paper, and puts it down in front of Reyna before scampering off. Reyna glances at the note, smirks, and then slides the paper to Maria. Maria looks at it, confused, and then puts it in her pocket. I put my copy into the front pocket of my hoodie without drawing too much attention.

“So, Sarah,” starts Reyna, “Maria has not spoken much about me?”

It takes me a second before I realize she’s talking to me, bearing into me with those bright eyes, completely ignoring Maria at the table. I try to casually take a sip of coffee, but it’s hot and burns the tip of my tongue. I pull it away quickly and wipe away the bit that dribbled down my chin with the back of my hand.

Reyna takes a long sip of her coffee, staring at me over the mug.

“Uh, right,” I manage while cleaning up the coffee I spilled. “She’s been hard to reach since you two, uh, met.”

“She’s been quite busy with me.”

“Right. I just haven’t heard from her since she uh, broke things off with Jace and then met you. That’s all.”

“Of course. Though, you must know that she broke things off with Jace after meeting me.”

I was trying to be delicate, but I guess Reyna has no time for delicacy. “Uh, right,” I stammer out. “You two have just been so, uh, busy. I, uh, guess.” Images flash through my mind of Maria’s phone ringing as I call but she’s too tangled in up in some gross lesbian sex play to bother answering. I imagine Reyna naked, sliding Maria’s head down into her crotch while Maria eats her out. Is she hairy? She might be. I heard European girls are a bit more … untamed. But everything about Reyna is smooth and perfect.

I shake my head, breaking the eye contact I didn’t realize I was making with Reyna. Was I just imagining what her pussy looked like? That can’t be right. Reyna is smiling at me like I’m something delicious to eat. Maria is staring out the window, as if no one else is here. I take a sip of my coffee and pretend to flip through the menu. It’s hot in here. It must be the coffee or the sun blazing through the window. I peel off my oversized sweatshirt showing my simple black tank top beneath. Reyna’s smile widens.

“Excuse me,” I say and climb out of the booth. “I need to use the restroom.” I don’t wait for their permission. The good thing is that it’s not a total lie. I do need to pee. Three cups of coffee will do that to you. But more importantly, I need to gather myself. I don’t know what’s going on with Reyna, but she creeps me out with her soft and beautiful hair. Her long and slim neck. Her strong collarbones and olive skin. Her beautiful eyes like jewels holding my attention, holding so many promises and stories if only I will sit and listen to them for a while …

Focus Sarah.

I slam into the bathroom and find an empty stall. I sit down to pee and collect my thoughts. Who the hell is this woman? Why did my perfectly straight best friend suddenly give up her fiancée for this stranger? And what is it with her eyes? But it’s not just her eyes, I guess. It’s her skin. Her legs. Her accent. Her breath. Her breasts.

Fuck! I’m not going to be able to help Maria if I’m fantasizing about her bitch of a girlfriend. But whatever is happening to me must be what’s happened to Maria. I need to talk to Jace and get the other side of the story. More importantly, I need to get Maria alone and talk to her about this. We can figure this out together, I’m sure.

I hear something in the stall next to me. “Mmmf,” says someone through clenched lips. “Yessss,” she hisses.

Oh, shit. Is someone masturbating in the stall next to me?

“Oh, fuck,” she says, getting louder. Doesn’t she know I’m in here? She must have heard me come in. I flush the toilet to try and give her an out. Maybe if she’s reminded that she’s not alone she’ll stop or at least wait for me to leave.

The sounds stop next to me. We sit there, both of us waiting for the other to make their move. I’m done here, and I don’t mind letting her finish what she started, so I get up to leave the stall. Though someone should tell her that a bathroom stall is neither sanitary nor private. How horny can you be to sit where other women’s bare asses have sat just to touch yourself?

Someone opens the door and enters the bathroom with us. Maybe the poor girl won’t be able to finish after all. I peek through the crack of my stall and see Reyna waiting outside of the stall next to me. I freeze. I don’t want to be alone with her if I don’t have to be.

Do I stay in the stall and wait for her to leave? She knows I’m in here, right? What about slutty girl next to me? I can’t leave her in the middle of her, um, fun. I go to open the door when I hear the door of the stall next to me open.

“R-R-Reyna?” Stutters the girl. I can tell from her southern accent that it must be June, the waitress.

“Am I interrupting, little June?” asks Reyna. I can hear the amusement in her voice.

“Uh, yes. I mean, no. I mean, you can stay,” stammers June. “If you want.”

“You would have me watch?”

“If you wanted.”

There’s a pause. Part of me wants to peek under or over the stall wall and see what’s going on. Is she touching herself? Is Reyna watching?

“Good girl,” purrs Reyna. “Take your shirt off.”

I see part of June’s uniform slide under my stall. Holy shit. This is really happening. I lean forward and peek through crack again to watch through the mirror. Reyna blocks most of the view, but I can see June sitting on the toilet, without her shirt, taking off her bra as well. Her legs are spread, but I can’t see any of the action, I mean, the vagina.

Reyna steps closer to June and raises her hands to June’s chest. “Do you know what you are little June?”

“No. What am I?”

“A slut.”

“I am?”

“Look at you.” Reyna steps aside to show June herself in the mirror. I step back from the crack and try to hide myself from the mirror. “You’re touching yourself in front of a woman you just met in a dirty bathroom. You’re a slut, little June. Now look into my eyes and repeat after me: I’m a slut.”

“I’m a slut,” echoes June robotically.

“I have to be touched.”

“I have to be touched.”

“I have to be controlled.”

“I have to be controlled.”

What the fuck is going on? First of all, what is Reyna talking about? Second, why is June repeating her? I mean, I know June’s been hot and bothered all day. She wouldn’t stop showing off for me and gave me her number.

Her number! I think about June’s number sitting in the pocket of my hoodie at the table. The number to this little nympho touching herself.

“I’m too slutty to be on my own.”

Touching herself in front of my best friend’s girlfriend. I guess monogamy is not one of Reyna’s attractive attributes.

“I’m too slutty to be on my own.”

Is this what she did to Maria? Did she make Maria repeat this fucked up mantra with her?

“I need Reyna to control my slutty cunt.”

Does Maria know Reyna is in here? Would Maria care? Or would she join in and demean June, too? I don’t know anymore. I don’t know what’s going on with my best friend or her fucking bitch of a girlfriend.

“I need Reyna to control my slutty cunt.”

“I want Reyna to control me,” purred Reyna, clearly getting turned on by her fucked up mind games. Do I sit here and let this happen? She doesn’t seem to be doing anything June doesn’t want to happen. It’s two consenting adults, but two adults potentially breaking the heart of Maria.

“I want Reyna to control me,” repeats June.

“I need Reyna to control me.”

“I need Reyna to control me.”

“I will do anything to have Reyna control me,” whispers Reyna. I get back to the crack of the stall to look at the mirror. There, Reyna is standing right in front of June and leaning down so she is eye level with her victim.

“I will do anything to have Reyna control me,” whispers back June. Her voice has lost any personality or inflection. It’s like she’s talking in her sleep.

“Good slut,” says Reyna. She stands over June and puts her hands on her hips. “But you’re not ready for me to control you.” June lets out a whimper of disappointment. “Don’t worry. You will be soon. All you need to do is get these pierced,” she reaches down and twists what I assume are June’s nipples. June gives out a squeal, which is either delight or pain. Could it be both? I can’t tell. “Once those are pierced, you will belong to me. Repeat it.”

“Once my nipples are pierced, I will belong to Reyna.”

“Good slut.” June hums with delight at the insult.

“You may cum, little June. Cum and then leave.”

The next two minutes are awkward as June no longer attempts to control her volume. Reyna stands over her, hands on her hips, and watches. I sit back down on the toilet as quietly as I can (though I don’t need to be that quiet thanks to June). I need a plan to get out of here without confronting Reyna. She can’t know that I just saw. If I can get to Maria and tell her what I saw, maybe I can end this relationship between them before it really gets going.

What would I tell her? I just saw your new girlfriend hypnotize and mindfuck a random waitress while watching the waitress get herself off? Wasn’t I watching the waitress get herself off? Would Maria believe me? Is hypnosis even a real thing? It must be, unless June and Reyna just did a perfectly synchronized sex roleplay without meeting before.

I don’t know what I’m going to do exactly, but I know I’m going to do everything I can to get Maria away from Reyna as soon as possible.

I focus back on the stall next to me. June is quiet. I look down; her uniform shirt is gone. I get back up to look at the crack, and all I can see is the red dress of Reyna.

I open the door and all I can see are her amber, beautiful, eyes.