Page 18 of Tailwhip

Neha looks toward him. “He is coming over. Act like you haven’t seen him.” I sure will try; I tell myself.

As soon as I think that, he is here. “Well, well, Ashlynn Black, I haven’t seen you in a while. How have you been?” he asks.

Sighing because I have a hard time being rude to anyone, I turn around and look at him. “I have been great, thanks.”

“No need to be rude, I was just talking to my friends when I saw you over here.”

I can’t control rolling my eyes, “I’m not being rude, just don’t want to talk to you. So, why don’t you go back to your friends?!”

Ryan just shakes his head and looks at Neha. “Hey Neha, how’s it going?”

“Ew, scamper off to your friends!” I burst out laughing at her. It works, too, because Ryan turns and walks away without another word.

Taking our drinks and heading down to find a place to stand, Neha starts looking at me back and forth for some reason. What the heck is wrong with her now? “What do you keep looking at?”

“Just gauging your mood for what I am about to say and ask you.” What the hell is she talking about?

“Anthony is dating someone new, just wondering if you knew who?” Oh, shit, is all I think. Did she somehow find out that we are, in fact, seeing each other again? Nick wouldn’t say anything, would he?

“Um, that’s good for Anthony, but why are you telling me this?”

“I just thought maybe you knew, and if not, you know now! Someone provided a picture to the magazine of him with some girl in Fort Worth after the tour was over, but it’s not a super clear picture.”

It is on the tip of my tongue to just let it out and tell her, but I change the subject instead. “So, how long will Nick be away on his videos for his sponsors?”

“He said that he will be gone for a few months for this one. I miss him in bed already,” she laughs.

I can’t believe she just said this, but I’m not entirely surprised. “Wow, so that’s the only reason you miss him. He is so lucky!”

Both of us are quiet for a minute and I am zoned out when Neha asks me, “So, how is Anthony’s Overbear Skatepark Tour doing?”

Before it even registered what she just asked, I blurt out, “I really don’t know how he is doing; I haven’t talked to him for a few days. I am sure he is having fun, though.” Oh fuck! She caught me and tricked me into this.

“I knew it! You guys are seeing each other again. When did this happen and for how long?”

“You totally tricked me with your damn mind games; how did you even know about the tour?”

“I didn’t trick you; I knew about the tour because he posted, or someone posted on the overbear Instagram page about all the stops. Couldn’t help but notice one is in Colorado Springs.” There's no point in hiding it now. I might as well tell her everything; she won't stop asking until I do. I wanted to keep it quiet, but I suppose with where she works, she was bound to find out. And she must have known it was me in the picture with him. That's probably why she brought it up, even though she tried to say the picture wasn't very clear.

“He came to my house a couple months after the Denver stop. Before he showed up, I had texted him because I found his cell number written in the middle of one of my empty notebooks. I took a chance and just texted asking if it was still his number.” She is looking a little pissed about this, but I push forward. “Anyway, he never responded to my text and 2 weeks later, he was at my house, answering it in person.”

“Wait–you mean to tell me he flew out to answer the text in person? What the hell? So, you were with him in Dallas instead of at a family wedding. I knew you were lying to me; you can’t lie to me about stuff.”

I feel awful about this. I tell Neha, “I am sorry that I didn’t tell you. I wanted to keep us to myself for a while.”

“Honestly, Ashlynn, I kind of figured you two would make it back someday. Now, tell me, how is he in the bedroom?”

“Neha, are you seriously asking me this right now?” I’m a little embarrassed by this, but I let her know. “He knows what he wants in the bedroom, and I am more than ok to give it to him.”

Neha screams, “I knew it, you guys are already doing the dirty!”

I do feel relieved now that Neha knows, and I don’t have to keep it from her when Anthony comes through town for the park tour.

Finally, the lights go out and the show starts. Actors start with one of my favorite songs, Cold Eyes. Everything fades, and when the music picks up, Neha and I start dancing to every song. By the time the show is over, my voice is hoarse from yelling and singing out loud. Once the encore is done, we make our way back home, playing Actors on the drive home!

After I drop Neha off at her house and make sure she is inside safely, I head to my house. I’m not quite tired yet, so I stay up and continue working on my book checklist, even though I sent it to Heath. I thought of a few more things to add in while I was at the concert. Sometimes, I’m not able to fully take my mind off the book.

After typing for a few hours, I decide it's time to wrap up everything regarding the book. It's now in Heath’s hands. Heading to the bathroom to shower before I go to sleep–or try to, anyway–I stop at my nightstand and open the top drawer, pulling out Phoenix. I start the shower to have it scalding–I love the hot water. Under the water and every so slowly, I start playing with myself, at first using my fingers to lightly graze along my body, pinching and pulling on my nipples. Slowly, I go down my stomach and then rub my clit in circles. I grab Phoenix and rub the dildo at my entrance before fully pushing it all the way inside. Fuck, this feels so good. I haven’t used him since I have been back with Anthony. Closing my eyes, I imagine it is Anthony in me instead of my dildo, pulling in and out and hitting my spot. I moan out loud his name when my orgasm pulls me over. I don’t stop there; I continue moving the dildo in and out quicker, remembering how he felt in me. Having another orgasm, I finally come down. I clean everything, including myself, and head off to bed.

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