Page 39 of Beau Pair
Beau
“You two fucked, didn’t you?” Dolly says the minute she steps into the house with Elsie and Zoe.
“What?” I ask.
“Dolly. Language. Please!” Gordon scolds his friend and looks at Elsie who runs over to him.
The girls walk in beaming and smiling, and Zoe puts Elsie’s bag on the dining table not taking her eyes off of me.
“Baby, what do you think?” Dolly asks, and looks at Zoe.
This is still weird even if they’ve been together for two weeks. And it’s about to get weirder considering Gordon and I spent the entire weekend fucking. Not that I’m about to complain.
“They definitely fucked,” Zoe responds, and Gordon huffs.
“We didn’t,” he grumbles.
“Honey!” Dolly glances at Gordon. “Please. I know you. And you’ve definitely had some D.”
“And I know you,” Zoe adds winking at me.
“Besides,” Dolly says, and looks at me. “He’s wearing your T-shirt. So try to deny it all you want, but…”
“You’ve been riding the bologna pony,” Zoe finishes her girlfriend’s sentence.
“Fine,” I say, and put my hands up trying to look angry, but after hours with Gordon’s dick in my mouth, the only expression I can manage is a smile and a bigger smile.
So? I love dick. Sue me. And more specifically, Gordon’s dick.
Dolly and Zoe high-five and laugh like they’ve won a bet.
“See? That’s exactly what happens when you tell Gordon he’s not allowed to do something,” Dolly says to Zoe, and Zoe nods along as if her girlfriend is teaching her something useful.
“Oh, shut up,” Gordon says, and sets Elsie down.
“Bo-Bo,” the little devil shouts, and runs over to my arms.
“Hey, monster. Did you have fun with mommy?” I ask her, taking her up in my arms.
Elsie points at Zoe and says her name. I bite the inside of my cheek to stop myself from saying anything inappropriate in front of the toddler.
“Did Mommy have fun with Zoe? I bet she did,” I say in the end, and Gordon cracks up.
“You deserved that,” he says.
Dolly stands between Gordon and me, puts her hands on her hips, and shakes her head.
“Come on. Spill the beans. What happened? How did it happen?”
“Mind your own business,” Gordon tells her.
“Come on. You know you’re going to tell me, anyway, so might as well do it now.”
“And he’s gonna tell me, so… we’re all friends here,” Zoe adds.
I really don’t like this new dynamic duo. Zoe is supposed to be my friend, my supporter. We’re supposed to turn on other people. She’s not supposed to turn on me.
“Hmm… I was wrong. I don’t approve of this… union,” I say, pointing at both of them with dismay.
