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Jay and Carly Book 2, Chapter 7
🕑 Added 2020-07-17 19:41:44 +0000 UTCWhat happens the next day? What happens when Louise and Sasha arrive? What happens when a girl gets busted buying lube? All these questions and more on this installment of "Jay and Carly live a life we all wish we could live". I'm on my family vacation next week so don't expect anything. Too many kids running around to write much smut. I'll try to get a visual inspiration up for the new characters though so you have something in mind for them.
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It wasn’t until midday the next day that the unforeseen dominoes from the night before began to tumble. We were having a remarkably normal morning. Kyrsten was swimming laps while Victoria was preparing lunch. Carly and I were curled up on the living room couch watching Gossip Girl on Netflix. I know. I know. Not exactly a manly show. But Carly loved it and the girls were pretty. It was also fun to point out all the places I’d been and all the things they’d gotten wrong.
“That nightclub right there? Closed three years ago. Never reopened. Grotesque health code violations. I’ve seen the inside, they should just burn it down.”
Carly laughed and snuggled into my arm as Victoria brought us our food. It was simply sandwiches and a salad. Nothing fancy. But somehow having a beautiful woman bring you food like that makes the meal feel a lot more special. Victoria insisted on dressing semi-professionally around the house and was wearing a thin white blouse and black mini skirt. Carly and I, on the other hand, were sharing a pair of my silk pajamas. The top for her and the bottom for me. It felt amazingly decadent to sit there and eat a meal prepared by my assistant while in that state of dress. I loved it.
“I love you,” I said to Carly, giving her a gentle kiss before we both took bites from our sandwiches. The lettuce crunched in my mouth as the smoked turkey and cheese just melted into the roof of my mouth. “Mmmm… and I love you too, Victoria. Damn!”
Carly smiled and said, “I love you too, Master,” in unison with Victoria in the kitchen. The three of us exchanged glances and died laughing. Suddenly, we were interrupted by a knock on the door. Carly pulled the blanket over her smooth, but decidedly naked, legs as Victoria walked promptly to the front door. She opened it and a woman’s figure was silhouette in the door. The sun light was so bright, I couldn’t quite make out who it was and all I heard was Victoria say, “Hello. Welcome to the Simpson residence. How may I help you?”
I heard a deep, familiar, strangely sultry voice say, “I’d like to speak to Jay, please.”
Victoria looked over at me and I nodded. My beautiful sexretary made an inviting gesture and the woman stepped in, the door closing softly behind them. With the intruding glare now gone, I could finally see who it was. The pastor’s wife, Esther, was standing in our foyer. She was wearing a pair of cutoff jean shorts and a green and orange University of Miami T-shirt that hung loosely off one shoulder. The lacy bra strap that was revealed was both obvious and intriguing. “Mr. Simpson, can we talk about last night?”
“Uhmm… sure… What about?”
“Your little party you had last night. You… you uhmmm… you made quite a commotion, let’s say.”
I smirked and Victoria gave me a little thumbs up behind our guest. It was difficult not to laugh but I managed to keep a straight face. “I apologize for that.”
Esther took a breath and let it out slowly. “It’s fine. You’re an adult entitled to live your life,” she paused and looked at Victoria and at Carly, obviously trying to read the room, “How you want. But we have a young, impressionable daughter at home and I don’t want her getting any ideas.”
Again, Victoria almost made me laugh out loud as she suppressed her own snicker behind Esther. Again I pushed it down and said simply, “I understand. I’m very sorry. We’ll try to keep it down in the future.”
Esther gave a little nod, “It’s fine… no harm done. Leah wasn’t home when the… uhmm… when the noise started.”
“Well thank goodness she didn’t hear that,” Carly said as her fingers interlocked my own.
Esther’s eyes flicked down as she observed the possessive gesture and promptly misinterpreted the meaning. “On the other hand, Mrs. Simpson, you have quite the set of pipes on you. Maybe you should join our choir?”
Carly laughed, “There’s three reasons you don’t want that,” she said.
“If you’re a non-believer, that’s not a problem. Our church reaches out to anyone willing to listen.”
Carly smiled and said, “Okay… two reasons then. First, I’m an absolutely dreadful singer. Just awful.”
“It’s true,” I said and Carly gave me a playful smack on the butt that caused both Esther and Victoria to laugh, releasing some tension in the room.
“But the other reason is that wasn’t me last night,” Carly said with a smirk.
“Oh,” Esther said, looking at Victoria.
Victoria held her hands up, “Don’t look at me. It wasn’t me last night either… I mean… Unless you heard something in the morning. That was me,” she said proudly.
Esther’s face looked perplexed and I offered, “We had an… uhmm… what would you call it honey?”
“A date, Master,” Carly said helpfully. Esther blinked in confusion, “Well… you and Kyrsten had a date with our OB/GYN,” she said. You could almost see Esther’s brain short circuit. The sentence made no sense to her and she wasn’t mentally prepared to have this conversation.
“I’m not… I don’t… Who’s Kyrsten?” she finally managed to ask, settling on the one question that at least might have a rational answer.
“My girlfriend,” I said, gesturing to the gorgeous redhead still swimming in the pool.
“Girlfriend? Are you… uhmm… swingers or something?”
“More of an ‘or something’ situation,” Carly said.
Esther cleared her throat and summoned the mental presence to reclaim the situation for a moment. “Well… as I said. Your lifestyle is your business. We’d love to have you attend our church anytime you want. Please keep the noise down from your… activities.”
I nodded, “We’ll really try. We came here to get away from scrutiny but we know we have to pay attention to others. We’ll be sure to do better,” I said.
Just then, another knock at the door sounded through the room. Victoria again went to the door and, again, a figure stood silhouette, “Simpson residence. How may I help you?”
“I need to talk to Carly,” came the voice. Carly hopped up, forgetting her state of undress and rushed to the door.
“Chloe? Is everything alright?”
The door closed again and I could see the dirty blonde hair of the Sheriff’s daughter as Carly hugged her. Esther also walked over, “Are you okay, Chloe?”
“I’m fine, Carly,” she said, giving Esther an obvious cold shoulder. Esther frowned in surprise but Chloe just ignored her and looked at Carly.
“What’s up then?” Carly asked.
Chloe frowned and smacked at her gum, shifting her weight from foot to foot looking both reluctant and somehow annoyed. She finally shot Esther a look but maintained her silence.
To her credit, Esther took the hint. She turned back to me and said, “Thanks for hearing me out, Mr. Simpson. And remember the offer. All of you are welcome any Sunday.” She walked out, leaving us alone with Chloe who was, predictably, poking at her phone.
“Chloe?” I asked.
The beautiful young girl looked at me with an unreadable expression on her face. She looked down at her phone and started talking, “My Dad kind of… uhmm… he heard you guys… you know… last night. He was going to come over and… uhmm… ‘break up the orgy’... those were his words. But I told him Carly was my friend… and that I’d come over and talk to you guys today. So he said this was your ‘one warning’.”
Carly moved in and gave the girl a hug, “We’re very sorry, Chloe. We just had that conversation with the Pastor’s wife about the same thing. We promise we’ll be a lot more careful in the future.” I felt really shitty in that moment. The last night had been fun but clearly we needed to be a little more thoughtful about the ways in which we played.
I stepped forward and patted Chloe’s slender shoulder. “Carly’s right. We’ll be more respectful. I promise.”
Chloe looked up at me and then looked at Carly, “It was kinda hot though,” she said with a smirk before giving Carly a playful kiss on her cheek. “You guys are the only cool people in the area. I’d hate for you to have to move out because the world found out you were freaks.”
Chloe turned and walked out. She looked a little more upbeat and happy for once. Maybe Carly was having a good influence on her. Just as Victoria closed the door behind her, Kyrsten walked in. She was dripping wet in the doorway, towel ruffling through her hair as she dried off her luscious mane of kinky, crimson hair. Her bikini, surprisingly practical to facilitate her morning exercise, looked great on her and I couldn’t help but stare just a little. She looked at me, smiling happily in response to my lustful gaze. “See something you like?”
“Always,” I said. “But your friend caused a couple noise complaints.”
“Oh goodie,” she said, clapping her hands girlishly. I smiled but the other two women looked at her and shook their heads. “Not goodie?” she asked. Confused.
“Good and bad, I guess. The Sheriff and Pastor weren’t very happy.”
“Ohh… I can see why that would be a bit of a problem.” She looked thoughtful for a moment, “Still though. It’s pretty hot when you think about it.”
“Plus… Chloe has a crush on Carly,” Victoria said.
Carly turned in surprise, “No she doesn’t!”
“She did seem a little flirty,” I said and Carly smacked my bare chest. I grabbed her hand, trapping it to me as I stepped forward. She went from looking feisty to suddenly looking very small and submissive. She averted her eyes and whispered softly, “Sorry, Master.”
“Don’t be, my love. I certainly smack your chest enough,” I leaned down and kissed her sweetly and she returned the kiss, even more passionately. I pulled away from her, holding her gaze for just a moment longer before turning to the others. “Sasha and Louise get here in three days. Will we have everything built and ready?”
Kyrsten and Carly looked towards Victoria who nodded confidently, “Definitely, boss. This’ll be one happy home for your girlfriend and your slave… and your wife, fiancee and sexretary.”
“Well… home away from home for his girlfriend,” Carly said a little forlornly. I squeezed her shoulder gently and she put her hand up, holding mine in place and smiling tightly at me.
“Aren’t four women enough to please me, babe?”
“There can never be too many women for you, Master. Your cock should never go wanting.”
“You keep finding women for me and we might have the opposite problem. It might just fall off from overuse,” I said. Carly chuckled and rolled her eyes at me but let it rest. I knew she wanted me to have a Wilt Chamberlain like number of lovers. I was perfectly happy with what I had right now. Meeting in the middle would still be an awful lot of women.
We did, indeed, manage to get everything ready for Louise and Sasha’s arrival. Barely. I was surprised both by the amount of work that was needed but also by how handy Victoria and Carly turned out to be. Both women rolled up their sleeves and really busted their asses to get everything finished. Frankly, Victoria probably did more of the hardest work than I did since I was frequently reduced to heavy lifting and holding things in place.
Kyrsten, on the other hand, was useless. No… that’s not fair. She just needed a lot of hand holding and because she didn’t know the difference between a wrench and a ratchet, she just slowed us down at first. But after awhile, she realized there were other ways to help. She brought drinks, made sandwiches, gave massages and helped with testing. In the end, we were a well-oiled machine and got everything done that we wanted and even a couple of our stretch goals.
We went as a family to the airport to pick up the girls. It felt almost conventional. Driving to the airport to pick people up. Victoria and Carly playfully arguing over who got to ride in what car (technically they were arguing over who got to blow me on the way to the airport… but whatever). I realized as I drove I was actually feeling slightly nervous. Victoria (who’d won the rights to suck my cock for the two hour drive) was happily bobbing up and down, oblivious to the cheering happening right outside the driver’s side window as we drove 60 mph across the bridge. Carly was filming my receipt of road head on her cell phone with obvious glee.
I, on the other hand, was just thinking of Louise. I hadn’t been with her in well over a month. While we’d talked almost every night, I still had that concern flitting around the back of my head. She was awfully young and this was an awful big change for her. Would things still be the same when she got here? Would the dynamic change? Those were the thoughts that occupied my brain and kept me just distracted enough that Victoria only managed to get me off twice on the whole trip. She was very disappointed.
We parked at the airport and walked in, Carly on one arm and Kyrsten on the other with Victoria only a step behind. The looks I got made me feel like a total stud. What guy wouldn’t want two insanely hot women clinging to them? The answer is, of course, none of them. Every guy would want that. We waited at the baggage claim in the South Terminal as people came down the escalator. I knew immediately when I saw Louise. Her legs were unmistakable. She had on a pair of casual sandals that had a very small heel to them. Her smooth white legs slowly came into view, continuing on longer than you’d think until finally the tiny little pair of jean shorts revealed itself. Then a wide expanse of smooth, bare midriff before a little halter top and, finally, her gorgeous face. Her mouth split into an instant grin as she saw the four of us and she turned around to say something. Only then did my eyes flick over to see Sasha standing behind my girlfriend. My mind briefly reflected on my girlfriend and ex-girlfriend talking together but then my lizard brain kicked in and I realized what Sasha was wearing. She had on a pair of five inch heels and white stockings. I knew they were stockings because the plaid skirt she was wearing wasn’t long enough to cover the tops of them. She had a tight white blouse on with the buttons undone and the shirt tail tied in a knot right below her breasts. Because of that, the ensemble revealed the black lace bra underneath. As my eyes traveled up, I saw that her sandy brown hair was pulled back into a tight, high pony tail which highlighted the collar she was wearing around her neck. She looked like some sort of fetishized school girl. A really hot one. An absurdly hot one.
“You like, Master?” Kyrsten whispered into my ear.
“Uhh… yeah…” I stammered.
“Which one?” she asked as she placed a light kiss on my neck.
“Honestly? Sasha… what a fucking outfit.”
Kyrsten giggled into my ear, “That’s exactly what Louise said she was going to make her wear… a fucking outfit.” She placed the emphasis differently and I laughed.
“She succeeded,” I said as I watched my ex-girlfriend get looks of lust, shock and outrage from the people around her. Only then did I realize that the collar had a metal leash attached to it and it was in Louise’s hand. Louise had walked her through the airport on a leash. And she’d let her. I shook my head, marveling at the change that had come over my ex in less than a year.
The two girls approached us, Louise striding confidently and Sasha staring at me with unalloyed lust. Louise walked straight up to me and flung herself into my arms, wrapping her hands around my neck and kissing me furiously. I vaguely heard Carly and Kyrsten snicker as I was nearly flung backwards by the enthusiastic coed. Sasha stood behind her, watching the overt public display of affection as I managed to gather my wits and return the onslaught from the third love of my life.
We made out furiously for several minutes until a little old lady cleared her throat pointedly as she walked by. I pulled away, nuzzling Louise’s nose with my own before whispering, “I missed you.”
“I missed you too Mr. S.”
“How much?”
“VERY much,” she said as she pressed her hips into the bulge in my pants. “Very, VERY much.” Her lips grazed across mine as she whispered. The touch was tantalizing and electric. Teasing. Promising. We stayed like that, frozen for a moment as the world moved around us until a bustling passerby brushed into us. We shared a little mirthful moment before breaking apart. I looked over at Sasha, allowing my eyes to graze openly up and down her body. She shifted her weight from left to right, jutting her hip out to the side in an exaggerated manner. “She’s almost as eager as I am, Mr. S.”
“Really?” I asked. I still wasn’t sure how I felt about Sasha. Carly and I had spoken at length about it. Kyrsten had shared her thoughts several times as well. They were unreservedly of the opinion that I should treat Sasha in the way she was begging for. That, in the end, it was what she needed to absolve her own guilt and feel like she’d earned my forgiveness. I wasn’t so sure. In lucid moments, I was worried about whether that was the right thing to do. In my darker moments, however, I was worried about what I might do to her. How far would I go? How far was too far?
I realized I was still looking at her. The image nearly burned into my retinas at this point. She took a small step forward and said, “Please, Master. I just want to help in whatever way I can.” Louise handed me the end of the leash and I looked down at it.
The leather handle rested in my hand. I finally made a decision. I wrapped the chain around my fist, tightening the restraint and pulling Sasha right to my face. She stood there, impassively, looking into my eyes. I could see the need in her. “It may take awhile to earn my forgiveness, Sasha.”
“I understand, Master.”
“And I may be cruel, mean, and hateful to you.”
“I understand and accept that, Master.”
“But if you keep trying, you may stay and serve the household. Not just me. All of my women, understand?”
“Of course, Master. I just want a chance to show you what I can be for you.”
“Now… let’s unclip this stupid leash. I feel like an idiot holding it like this…,” I said as my fingers found the clasp at her neck. Then I added, “At least in public… You may end up crawling around a lot at home with this on.”
Her eyes went wide at the last and I saw the briefest hint of a smile before she nodded and her lips returned to that neutral expression she seemed to always have. That one little moment told me all I needed to know. Sasha had always been hard to read. She kept her emotions bottled up. That was part of the big issue between us when we dated and, ultimately, why we fell apart. Seeing her crack that tiniest of smiles was quite reassuring. I said, “And don’t be so damn uptight. You’re pledging to be a live-in fucktoy. At least let me know if you enjoy it.”
Sasha nodded obediently before bowing her head. I took Louise’s hand in mine and pulled her ahead, “Sasha, get a cart for my girlfriend’s luggage.”
“Yes, Master,” she said, drawing some odd looks from a couple passerbys. We must have looked like a very odd group as we headed to the car. One guy. Five women. The one dressed like she was about to star in a porno pushing a loaded down luggage cart while the other five laughed and joked and kissed seemingly indiscriminately. Even Victoria got into the action and laid a passionate welcome kiss on Louise. Following my lead, the girls all largely ignored Sasha.
We climbed into the car and Louise instantly slipped out of her clothes and straddled me. “God, I’ve missed you, Mr. S,” she said as she ground herself against me. Her lithe body undulated seductively on top of me as she pleasured herself on the rock hard lump in my pants. “I’ve been empty for too fucking long. You taught me to love being fucked and then you took it from me. So mean, Mr. S.”
I kissed her chest, kissing down her breasts and lingering on her hard little nipples. “Well, I’m here now…” kiss, lick, “Fix the problem.”
She sighed as my tongue flicked across the swollen nub and she fumbled at my belt and zipper, desperately trying to fish my cock out of my pants. When she finally succeeded, she quickly lined it up and sank down on me. We were fucking before we’d even left the airport. Victoria simply adjusted the mirror to watch as she and Kyrsten made small talk while Louise rode me. Louise was always an aggressive lover but now she had a sense of almost desperation.
She whispered into my ear, “I thought I was going to… fuck… lose my mind… I was so empty… so empty… Sasha got me off a couple times a night but… fuck… it’s just not as good… oh fuck… yess!” she screamed as she came, flooding my lap with her juices.
I grinned at her and flipped her down, mounting myself on top of her as I pressed her into the leather seats. If she’d been any bigger, it would have been too cramped but I managed to find an angle and slammed my cock home. “My turn, slut.”
“Oh God, Yes! Master… fuck me. Fuck my nice tight young cunt and fill me up. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me,” she said as she flailed her legs behind me.
“Hey!” I heard Victoria say at one point as Louise’s foot wacked against the side of her head. I looked over my shoulder apologetically and shrugged before slamming back into Louise’s flailing body. Kyrsten helpfully held onto Louise’s ankle as I gave her several more thrusts before filling her up with a roar.
We stayed like that for a minute and I leaned down and kissed my way up her chest until I found her mouth. We kissed again, softly and tenderly this time. Sharing another moment of calm intimacy before we disentangled ourselves and straightened our clothes.
Louise was tying her halter top back on as she said, “God I wish I could have that every night. College is going to suck!”
Victoria and Kyrsten laughed again and Kyrsten added, “We’ve all had to go without. You’ll manage.”
“But he’s so fucking good!” Louise said, as if the other two women hadn’t fucked me before.
“Find a toy. Or better yet, find a roommate. You’ve got a bet to payoff after all, remember.”
Louise smiled, “Oooh… that’s right. I get to find a new toy for you, Mr. S. What are you looking for? Hot little slut? Innocent to corrupt? Kinky bitch? Submissive fuck hole? Just give me your order and I’ll deliver, Master.” She was rubbing her hands together like a mad scientist. A mad sex scientist.
“Just someone interesting, nice, and hot.”
“Not much to go on,” Louise said rolling her eyes.
“He has a type…,” Kyrsten said, “It’s just a very broad type.”
“You really do like a broad variety of girls, don’t you, Mr. S?” Louise observed. It was true. “Hot” was such a broad descriptor for me. Louise and Kyrsten were about as opposite in body type as you could get and I couldn’t have decided who was more attractive with a gun to my head.
I shrugged, “Whoever you’ll find, I’m sure I’ll love,” I said to Louise before leaning over to give her another soft kiss.
“Just sucks I can’t spend more time with you guys. I’ve got so much stuff on campus to get ready for. Summer classes starting so quickly really gets in the way of all the sex I want to have.”
“You’ll just have to wait until the weekend,” I said and she gave an exaggerated frown.
“And the whole time you’ll just have to make do with four eager sluts. You’re the one I feel bad for, Mr. S.”
“Don’t worry. He’s already added three new women to the rotation,” Kyrsten said from the front.
“Three?” Louise said in confusion, “I already knew about the real estate agent and the little hussy next door,” she said. Her words were judging but her tone was playful. “Who’s the other?”
Victoria answered before I could, “Master and Carly’s OB/GYN. She’s a real freak.”
“You going to even have anything left for me by Friday, stud?”
“I’m going to try,” I said, giving her another kiss. We rounded onto campus and suddenly Louise’s attention was torn from me. She started looking around, staring out the window with her mouth agape. Having come from a city college, University of Miami was a markedly different site. For my own part, I tried not to be the dirty old man who stared at every hot girl that went past. I failed miserably. There were a LOT of hot girls. And because it’s Florida, all of them were dressed in next to nothing. It was glorious.
Victoria pulled the car up to Lakeside Village, one of the mini-residential communities that comprised student housing at the University. Louise had managed to get a three bedroom apartment with some randomly assigned roommates. She’d only traded some cursory emails with them so she really didn’t know much about them. “We going to christen the room, Mr. S?”
“Already ready for round two?” I asked, grinning broadly.
“And three… and four… and five.”
“I think it would be better for you to get to know your roommates. You really don’t want to be that girl who shows up and immediately starts getting banged by her boyfriend.”
“You’re probably right. That’s more of a second week kind of thing,” she said with a grin. I hopped out of the car and popped the trunk, grabbing three heavy bags and flinging them over my shoulder. “You should have brought Sasha,” Louise said.
“Nah, if I wanted someone to carry this, Victoria would do it. But I want to impress my girlfriend with all these muscles,” I said, flexing my arm to the side as a joke.
“Impress your girlfriend or your girlfriend’s roommates?”
“Both?” I asked and Louise gave me a playful punch in the stomach. She grabbed the other two bags and we walked up to the main entrance. Now it was my turn to be a little awestruck. Compared to the rundown dorms when I was in school, these were opulent. Brand new buildings with expansive, clean architecture. “No wonder this place costs an arm and a leg,” I said with a whistle.
“Am I worth it?” Louise asked. She’d gotten a scholarship to facilitate her transfer and it paid for almost everything but housing wasn’t covered. Carly and I had been happy to stroke the check, however.
I brushed her shoulder with mine and said, “Worth every penny and then some, lover.”
Louise smiled brightly and we walked in, both of us staring at the huge facility. It didn’t take too long for her to get checked in and given her door code and entry pass. 15 minutes later, we were standing at her door. “Another year,” she said, taking a deep breath before unlocking the door to her new home.
Compared to her NYU dorm, it was night and day. Her freshman NYU dorm was pretty old and much closer to my own college dorms. This apartment was closer to my old apartment in the City. She had a gorgeous view of the lake that dominated the living room and, some kitchen debris aside, her roommates seemed to keep the place pretty clean. And cold, I noticed. “Hello?” she called out.
A girl’s voice came from down the hallway, “Louise?”
“Yeah… is that Kimiko or Tannille?” Louise asked. The beautiful Asian girl that appeared walking down the hall answered the question. She was wearing a long grey sweater dress that hugged her curves tightly.
“I’m Kimi,” the girl said as she extended her hand to Louise.
“Louise and this is my boyfriend, Jay. He’s helping me move in,” she said, grinning at her new roommate.
“No problem. Let me know if you need any help,” Kimi said and went into the kitchen. I couldn’t help but follow her with my eyes. Her thin body moved gracefully around the kitchen counter, highlighting her exquisite figure as she swayed her hips back and forth.
Louise smirked and elbowed me in the ribs, “Down boy,” she whispered.
“So far so good,” I whispered back and Louise stuck her tongue out at me playfully.
I took the bags back into the empty bedroom and tossed them on the bed. “Thank God for pre-furnished dorm rooms,” I said, thankful we weren’t going to have to lug furniture up four flights of stairs. I’d done enough of that during college and I was happy to pay movers for the rest of my life. Those guys earned every penny, damnit.
“Right?” Kimi said. She tucked her silky, black hair behind her ear and looked at me. Her gaze lingered just a little too long on me before she averted her eyes shyly. Louise caught the look and gave me a thumbs up when Kimi turned her back.
“So where’s…” Louise started to ask but suddenly the door was opened and a girl walked in holding four bags of her own.
“Fucking idiots,” she said to the room in general as she flung them onto the couch, barely noticed Louise, let alone myself, as she started rummaging through the bags.
“What happened this time?” Kimi asked, rolling her eyes and making a jerking off gesture with her hand.
“They forgot half the groceries. Nothing cold. No eggs. I’m just doing all the shopping from now on, okay. No more of this ordering online shit,” she said as she started tossing boxes to Kimi who caught them in the kitchen and slammed them on the counter. “At least they remembered the important stuff… Lube and Condoms,” she said as she turned around holding a box of condoms and two bottles of lube. Large bottles, mind you. Only then did she notice Louise and I. her face went bright red instantly.
Kimi said, “This is Louise and her boyfriend Jay.”
“Oh God,” the girl said.
“And this is Tanille,” Kimi continued.
“Oh God,” the stunned girl said again.
“Hi… Nice to meet you,” Louise said, taking a step forward and extending her hand.
Tanille remained frozen, “Oh God,” she said a third time, apparently stuck on a permanent loop. She was about average height, with a smooth flat stomach as the first thing you noticed. Her crop top and low-rise jeans made sure you noticed it, in fact. Her long, dusky brown hair hung straight as her eyes frantically flicked between the three of us and the silence stretched on awkwardly. She finally managed to find her voice and said, “I’m not a slut.”
“It’s okay,” Louise said, glancing over at me before turning back to the motionless girl, “We like sluts.”
“Oh God,” the girl said, returning to her standby expression. Louise and I looked over at Kimi who just shrugged.
“Seriously… don’t be embarrassed. College is supposed to be fun,” I said as I moved over to help her with the groceries.
“Oh God,” she said for fifth time.
“Geezus!” exclaimed Kimi finally, “Snap out of it. Don’t be embarrassed. Every college girl should have lube and condoms.”
“Yeah… Yeah!” she said as she blinked. She gestured the box of condoms at me as if I was being chastised, “Nothing wrong with a woman buying condoms.”
I held my hands up, “I didn’t say there was.”
“We don’t need them,” Louise said, “I’m on the pill.”
“Louise…” I said, conscious of the weirdness of the situation.
“Oh me too… it’s just that you hook up with a guy you don’t know and you want to…” suddenly she looked at me and realized what she was saying, “Oh God…” she said. Kimi slammed a box down on the counter loudly and sighed with angry exasperation. “I’m not a slut though.”
“It’s fine if you are,” Louise said. “Like I said, we like sluts. They’re some of our best friends.”
“Stop helping Louise. You’re just scaring her more.” I grabbed some boxes and handed them to Kimi who deftly put them into whatever haphazard organizing structure their nightmare of a cupboard was. “Okay… I’m going to take-off.”
“Thanks, Mr. S,” Louise said, giving me a smile and stepping into my arms for a hug and a goodbye kiss. “Enjoy your new toy,” she said with a wink. She made it sound so casual. Like I’d bought a new Playstation or something. Instead we both knew what… or more accurately, who, she was talking about.
“I will. You guys have fun. It was nice meeting both of you and I’m sure we’ll meet again.”
“Looking forward to it. Hopefully Tanille will be able to talk more intelligently next time,” Kimi said. She gave me another look, this time even more brazen before turning back to Louise. As the door closed, I heard, “Boyfriend huh? What’s with the wedding band?”
I looked down at my hand and saw the ring I’d completely forgotten about. Whoops. Guess Louise wasn’t the only one answering awkward questions tonight.
Comments
Fuck i do love your writing
J B
"We like sluts" is what she said, but what she meant was, "We are sluts." Nice one. I look forward to the disapointment of the Pastor's wife and the Sheriff, should lead to some interesting storytelling!
