Page 7 of Kiss Me Softly

“I see I hit a sore point for you,” she said softly. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine, it’s just…”

“What?” she prodded.

“I want to be more than just a pretty face.”

“You’re definitely more than a pretty face,” Frankie said.

She tapped the side of my head. “You’ve got a quick mind.”

She tapped my chest. “A kind heart.”

She tapped my mound. “And a freaking delicious pussy.”

I leaned over to kiss her. “How about you give me a taste of yours now?”

Frankie

Two and a half years later…

“You didn’t even say anything about my new dress.”

I resisted the strong urge to roll my eyes as Barbie’s baby voice pitched higher. Yes, her name was Barbie. I’d only recently learned it was a nickname. Her real name was Bonnie, but allegedly her childhood love of Barbie dolls led people to call her Barbie instead. There was a fifty percent chance that the story was fabricated – I’d caught her lying to me about stupid shit before.

“It looks nice,” I said placatingly. “It really brings out your eyes.”

It was too tight and too short, making her look kind of cheap, but I wasn’t going to say that. As my girlfriend preened I tried to remember what had attracted me to her in the first place. Oh yeah, a nagging mother and the realization that my thirtieth birthday was looming over me. I was officially old, I might as well settle down, right?

Barbie was the daughter of one of my mother’s friends. I’d agreed to go out with her to pacify my mother who had been nagging me nonstop about my long-term single status.

Barbie was ridiculously girlie and shallow, but she was hot as fuck and had a great rack, so I figured, why not go out with her once or twice and maybe have some fun? I figured she’d be good for something casual. Then I woke up the next morning and she refused to leave my apartment. It was like feeding a stray cat – as soon as I’d let Barbie in, it was impossible to get rid of her. With a few days she’d informed me that she was my girlfriend now. I didn’t argue.

Yeah, I know, I was being passive. Inertia and my strong desire to avoid conflict had kept me dating her way longer than I wanted to. The truth was it was easier to date her than to argue about it, and if that wasn’t the saddest statement about my life I don’t know what was.

At least in the beginning the sex between us had been good – Barbie was the kind of woman who was up for anything in bed -- but the longer I spent with her, the more her annoying personality ruined that too.

I sighed. I really should break up with her…

“Frankie? Oh my God.”

I looked up in surprise as someone called my name. Someone who sounded a lot like the hottest one night stand of my life.

“Aurora?”

Like a mirage, Aurora stood there wearing a big smile. I leapt out of my chair to give her a hug.

“Oh my God! What are you doing here?”

“I just moved to Chicago,” she said. “Well, we just moved here. Together.”

I suddenly noticed the woman next to her, standing way too close to be just a friend. She was tall and broad, not really fat but definitely stocky in a butch kind of way. Her hair was cut short in a traditional man’s cut, parted on the side. She was totally not the type of woman I would expect Aurora to date, let alone move to another state with.

Then again, it’s not like I knew Aurora that well. Sure, I knew what it was like to kiss every inch of her body. I knew what it was like to have her ride my face until she came so hard she covered my mouth and nose with her juices. But I didn’t really know her as a person. Not when I’d only seen her once in like eight years.

“Hi, I’m Chris.” Aurora’s girlfriend lifted her chin but didn’t make a move to shake my hand.

“I’m Frankie.”

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