“You’re honestly proud that you won aren’t you?” Lindsay asks as she props herself up to look down into my face. I feel a smile spread across my face at the sight. She is so fragile and dainty looking especially all stripped down despite the piercings and tattoos she has. I run my fingers along the tail of the mermaid that stretches down her side. Her curves are so subtle, I could spend all day exploring them.
“Damn straight! Duchess is pure undiluted evil in a cute little package, kind of like you. Winning a staring contest with her is something to definitely be proud of,” I answer honestly fighting laughter at the look on her face. It’s a good thing none of my knives are nearby since I’m pretty sure she would be trying to carve me up like a turkey if she could. When she directs the disgusted look at Duchess as if condemning her for indulging in silliness with me I let loose with my laughter. Pulling her back down to my chest I wrap both arms around her when Dutchess decides she prefers a bed that doesn’t shake.
I pull her astride me and hold her tight before pulling her head down for a kiss. I run my hands up her thighs, over her waist and to her rib cage delighting in how incredibly soft her skin is. I break the kiss and pull back breathing hard to watch her as I memorize her body slowly in the light. I reach out with my thumbs and rub right under her nipples watching them tighten even more and the silver balls of her barbell nipple rings gleam in the morning light.
She’s watching me from eyes that have gone hooded and smoldering before biting her bottom lip. She’s a fucking temptress that owns me pure and simple, a lip bite that on most women looks practiced and fake turns me inside out. I shoot instantly from lazy morning loving to desperate in the blink of an eye.
I scoot down in the bed before I grab her by the waist and swiftly pick her up and move her so she’s straddling my face. Lindsay lets out an adorable squeak as she leans forward to grab the headboard, clearly afraid of losing her balance and falling face first which I wouldn’t have let happen. I use my thumbs to spread her pussy and lick my lips at the wetness that’s already gathering. I could kick myself for the lack of foreplay last night. I don’t care if she did come several times. I’m just glad she was excited enough I didn’t tear her. She’s so tiny and I know I’m larger than the average guy.
I don’t have the patience to take my time and savor her like I should this morning either. It’s like a dam when someone opens the floodgates. I’ve held back so long and now that I have her naked and willing in my arms I can’t slow down. I pull her down straight onto my face and suck both lips into my mouth sucking her taste off of them.
I reluctantly release them from my mouth, so I can shove my tongue deep inside of her. I grab her tight tiny ass in my hand and move her so that she’s riding my face like I want. I allow myself a satisfied grin when I hear her moaning and whimpering while holding tight to the headboard. All at once she screams and bucks hard against my mouth as she gives into her orgasm.
While she’s still shaking and coming down from her orgasm I lift her up and move so that I’m sitting against the headboard with her straddling my lap. I run my hands up and down her sides trying to help her come back to herself. Her eyes finally blink open, and she looks at me hazily before circling her hips and feeling my cock under her drenched pussy.
Without a word she reaches down and lines my dick up and slowly slides down dragging a satisfied groan out of me. She’s so warm, wet and perfect. If I could live in her pussy, I would. Rising to her knees, Lindsay grabs a hold of my shoulders to brace herself before lazily riding me. I growl at her and try to get her to speed up but she won’t budge from her luxurious pace.
I take advantage of the situation and go back to learning her body by touch, when I’m done I will know every inch of her body by feel alone. Using my fingertips I trace the scars across her back, she tenses up at first but then relaxes and goes back to riding me like she has all the time in the world. I abandon her back and tweak her nipples which causes her to fling her head back and finally speed up. I run one hand back down and put my thumb right to her clit and start rubbing, with the other hand I gently grab the back of her neck and pull her forward so I can devour her mouth again.
I let her mouth go with a groan when her pussy starts clenching my dick as she slowly goes up and over, surrendering to her orgasm. Her eyes are closed, her mouth slightly opened, her skin is flushed with her pleasure, and I could watch her like this for the rest of my life. When she finally stops shuddering, I pull her down tight and drive into her repeatedly until my orgasm erupts, leaving me weak and breathing hard underneath her.
“So am I still evil?” she asks with laughter in her voice, as she lazily pets my chest.
“Yes, that alone proves you are an evil, evil woman. Luckily you’re my evil woman. Now hush and let me sleep before you take advantage of me again.” I smile when I feel the laughter shaking her against me as I drift back to sleep. I’ll get around to pulling the curtains at some point, I have plenty of time.
* * *
I’m standing at the counter starting a pot of coffee for Lindsay while I listen to her moving around her apartment. I wonder if Frankie ever told her how much she mutters to herself. Every few minutes I hear her mutter something about “Baby faced jackass is lucky he’s pretty,” or “That doesn’t look remotely comfortable.” I have no clue what she’s talking about or dealing with on her phone but it’s definitely amusing.
I reach up and grab mugs for both of us before looking in the fridge to see what she has on hand. I know she doesn’t cook so most mornings unless she’s getting food from Frankie she eats whatever is quick and easy. I’ve never made her breakfast before so I want to impress her a little. Luckily, I see she has eggs and bacon, even if it is crappy plastic wrapped stuff you can get in any grocery store. I shake my head in disgust and go on a hunt for a skillet and fork to make her a hearty breakfast.
The bacon is thinner than I normally make so it cooks up in the blink of an eye. I have it on a rack while I crack eggs into the cast iron skillet that I was pleasantly surprised to find in a cupboard, I’m guessing Frankie gave it to her. I’ve had breakfast with the girls enough time to know how she eats her eggs. By the time Lindsay gets done with whatever she was dealing with on her phone, I’m sliding her eggs onto a plate with bacon and toast. Her eyes widen in surprise as she sits down at the small table to the side of the kitchen.
I put her plate and her coffee on the table before grabbing my own. I watch her and the expressions flickering across her face and sip my coffee waiting to see what wins out. That’s the thing with Lindsay I may know her, and her likes and dislikes, but I never know how she’s going to react to something. I’ve seen her react in ways that I’ve never even thought of in the past. She picks her coffee up, absently sipping, while she’s still busy examining her breakfast like it contains a secret written in Sanskrit.
“Thank you, Anthony. Now I understand why you were pleased that I know you well enough to order for you last night. My coffee is perfect, and I’m sure breakfast will be delicious,” she states calmly like she didn’t just make my day. I spend a couple of moments more watching her eat my food while I sip my coffee. There’s something viscerally pleasing about how I was able to take care of her in a simple way that I can’t really explain, maybe it’s because we’re not in a time or place where I need to go out and kill something for her.
“You’re welcome, Micina. Eat up I know how many calories you burn with your crazy running around in circles you do.” I pick up my own fork and start eating my breakfast. The bacon is decent, but I make a mental note to start stocking some meat here in the future. I pull my phone out and shoot off a text to my neighbor checking on Boomer, before I can put it back down the screen lights up with an incoming call from Joe.
I answer the phone in a panic thinking something happened to or with Frankie, I can’t think of any other reason that he would be calling me. Before I even get the phone to my ear I’m assaulted by Joe yelling. I can only make out a few word
s, most of it is just unintelligible shouting. I’m thoroughly confused as to why Joe is screaming at me about someone being naked when Lindsay about falls out of her chair laughing. She holds out her phone so I can read the texts from Frankie.
OMFG old people fucking. Help my eyes!
We came over to surprise Maria and take her to breakfast. Instead, Big Tony was having her for breakfast.
Is he even cleared for sexual activity?!
Tell Anthony’s ear drums I’m sorry.
After she catches her breath, she rubs the back of my head, seeing as how I’m currently smacking it on the table trying to get the mental image out of my head. She moves her hand down to my neck before proving my point about out of left field reactions by saying, “So if your dad marries his mom, you guys would totally be stepbrothers!”
15
Lindsay
“Okay, so explain what happened again now that both the boys aren’t here to act like their parents are virgins. Were they actually fuckin’ or about to start?” I question without bothering to look at Frankie while I separate all of the candy coated chocolates by color. I didn’t even know you could get a bag this big, it’s almost three pounds of the delicious little candies. I got a fun serving dish just for this years ago, it has dividers and everything.
“Actual fucking. I told Joe he should knock first, but you know he didn’t bother. We were going to surprise her and take her out to breakfast. She’s living at his old place, and he still has a set of keys, so in we stroll. I have to say the soundproofing at that place is top of the line, we didn’t hear anything from the hallway. We walk inside and see Big Tony has her on her knees on the couch and is hitting it from behind. They apparently didn’t hear us over all the noise they were making until Joe screamed like a little girl.” Frankie is laughing so hard I’m afraid she’s going to fall off the couch. I go to grab her and make sure she doesn’t but Boomer beats me to it as he wedges himself between her and the floor.
Anthony decided just to go get Boomer and leave him with me while he dealt with Joe. Seeing massive Boomer in our apartments is almost comical, and our apartments are actually pretty big for Philly. He’s been somehow easily threading his way through all the tables and furniture in Frankie’s place. I wanted to go to my place where there’s more empty floor space but Frankie wanted to cook and I never turn down delicious food.
“Well, at least we know if Anthony is like Big Tony, you won’t have to worry about boring sex when you get old,” Frankie gasps out as she keeps laughing hysterically. “Oh my God, I wish I would have thought to take a picture so you could be traumatized too. All I keep seeing in my head is Big Tony’s furry back and ass. You better keep on top of Anthony’s manscaping so he doesn’t look like he’s wearing furry footie pajamas when he gets old.”
“Shut up, oh my God, there’s not enough bleach to get that image out of my mind. And stop talking about Anthony and I when he’s old, he’ll come to his senses and run for the hills eventually and I don’t want to think about it. I just want to enjoy what we have right now and save up great memories for when he does.” I’m tempted to throw the candy at her, but that would be a waste of nummy chocolate. So instead, I eat some while still sorting.
“What do you mean when he comes to his senses? Lindsay, I don’t think Anthony would have started anything with you if he just wanted something temporary. It gets too weird in a group like ours.” The laughter is wiped off Frankie’s face as she leans forward and rubs my thigh.
I tease while I keep sorting the candy, “A little higher and to the left.” She smacks my thigh in retaliation, so I go ahead and explain my reasoning. “I don’t think he’ll mean to, and I won’t make anything weird. I know it won’t be his fault when it happens, there’s just something about me that chases everyone except you away. I’m pretty sure whatever it is, yours is damaged, but it works out for me so I overlook that.”
“Lindsay, will you stop joking! I don’t like that you’re going into this expecting it to end. I also don’t like that you think there’s something wrong with you.” Frankie goes to take the bag of candy away from me and jerks back when I snap my teeth at her in warning. Cleaning and organizing helps me with my emotions, I need this overly large bag of fucking chocolate right now and won’t hesitate biting her to keep it.
“My candy. Back off Hobbit!” I warn as I pull the bag of candy closer to me.
“How the hell is it yours when I’m the one who ordered it off Amazon? You’re lucky I indulge your freakish OCD stuff and don’t just take it back. Besides, why am I a Hobbit when you’re shorter than I am?” Frankie huffs as she sits back. I knew the Hobbit line would distract her.
“Your feet are bigger than mine. Also, you eat second breakfast now.” I tease as I grab another handful of chocolate to sort. This bag is never ending, I wonder how long it will last.
“I’m pregnant jackass, that means I get to eat like a cow now.” Frankie answers as she leans forward and grabs a handful of the candy to eat.
“What was your excuse before?” I ask as I grab my iPad out of my bag and set it up on its stand so I can multitask and sort while reviewing the checklist for the wedding. There’s a little more than two months until the wedding but I want everything locked down as soon as possible. I ignore Frankie’s indignant snort as I pull up the website with the RSVP’s for the wedding. I have a couple of paper ones we got in the mail from technophobes who need to be added to the master list of attending guests.
“Okay, wedding mode for a couple of minutes. The RSVP’s are starting to come in, about half of your guests have gotten back to us already. We have National Mechanics booked, the menu is handled. You need to get with Caro and nail down the cake details. Did you get the dress finished? I don’t want you trying to bend over the beach ball you’ll be sporting in a couple months to try to use your sewing machine.” I give her already massive baby belly a side eyed look.
She’s so tiny and her belly is so big I worry she’s going to end up falling on her face. We’re doing the gender reveal in a couple weeks, and I’m still voting boy unless she’s lying to me and there’s two in there. I eye her belly again and can honestly believe it could be twins. I have no idea how she is coping the way she is with her changing body. I’m not sure if I could deal with the hormone overload that she’s been rocking.
Oddly, her anxiety has actually gotten better while she’s been pregnant. She hasn’t had a panic attack in a month and said her general anxiety level has been lower than normal. Hormones and brain chemicals can interact in weird ways. Frankie started seeing her shrink regularly as soon as she found out about the baby, she was worried that her anxiety would get worse and she would have to go back on medication. Even her shrink says that there’s no way of knowing how her pregnancy will affect her anxiety, but he did warn we needed to watch closely for any postpartum depression.
“The dress is done. I finished it last week. Since I can’t make soap right now I don’t exactly have a lot of things to take up my time.” Frankie rubs her belly absently while she pouts. I think back and remember all the times she's popped down and stayed in my office with me or dragged me out to lunch recently. I just figured she was being nosey because of the whole Anthony thing but it looks like I fail in my hetero-lifemate duties. I didn’t notice that my wifey is having trouble dealing with her inactivity.
“Why don’t you make more maternity clothes Babe? I remember how annoyed you were with the clothes we found when we went shopping. I bet there’s other women who are sick of ruffles and floral prints too. If you don’t want to hand sew them like normal we can find a manufacturing company who can make them.” I pull up the information I already have saved for her. I started this list years ago hoping that she would be willing to market her clothing designs, I update it periodically.
“I can definitely do that. And I think I might start making cloth diapers. I’ve been doing a ton of research with the baby coming and think I could make really cute ones. From what I’ve
seen there’s a decent niche market online I could appeal to.” I nod my head and make a note to do research on the subject. A lot of people might be shocked if they saw and heard Frankie right now, she seems flighty and bohemian but is very astute when it comes to business.
“That sounds great. Lemme know how I can help, I can do all the social media and PR stuff like normal if you want. I also have photographers and models I can set you up with. Do you think companies use pregnant models or just put a fake belly on a regular model?” I muse while adding more notes on my iPad.
“That’s a good question. You never see their ankles, and they always look perfect.” Frankie grabs my random question and runs with it proving again why we work so well as friends. “What’s really funny is that you think you’re getting away with not talking about Anthony.”
Damn. Damn. Damn. I really thought I had avoided poking sticks at my emotional issues. One thing that sucks with being this close of friends, is them knowing all your tricks. I really don’t feel like skipping down the twisty turning paths my mind takes when it comes to relationships.
“Look, I know how fucked in the head I am. I know it’s not normal that I assume from the start that this will end. I also know I’ve never been accused of being normal. I know that if I don’t get my hopes up, it will hurt less when it does go wrong. Until then, I’m going to enjoy this and build up a bank of great memories I can use to torture myself with when it goes sideways.” I maintain perfect eye contact with Frankie letting her know I don’t want to talk about this anymore, what I’m saying is final. She nods her head showing she understands before leaning in closer to me.
“I just have one question,” she states as she scoots even closer to me. “Exactly how big is his salami?” She raises her eyebrows dramatically like the letcher she is.
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