Page 40 of Beau Pair
“Can we all stop acting like kids and go back to being adults?” Gordon asks, and walks over to the dining table to look into Elsie’s travel bag.
“Fine. We’re gonna be parents first, then we can gossip at dinner,” Dolly says.
“Sounds like a plan,” Zoe says.
“I’m not a fan of this plan,” I say.
“Neither am I,” Gordon adds.
“Awww, look babe. They’re teaming up against us. Isn’t that cute?” Dolly nudges Zoe, and they both laugh.
After a little more “friendly” ribbing, they both relent, and Dolly goes back to mom mode to tell Gordon about Elsie. Not that they haven’t talked in the two weeks she’s been with her, but I guess as parents they want to know all the details in their daughter’s life.
Zoe and I excuse ourselves, and retreat to my room so I can continue working on Gordon’s suit. Maybe I don’t need to make up and apologize to Gordon anymore, but I still want to make him his suit.
He’s picked the colors—although how straight he was thinking at the time is a different subject. I mean, showing color samples while sucking dick was bound to be distracting. Right?
Regardless, I’m making a grey and white striped jacket and dress pants. Not that I’ve managed to make great progress. Apparently, watching me cut and sew turns him on. Who knew fiddling with needles is stimulating?
Not me. That’s for sure.
But the good thing is that I’ve finally got some inspiration, even if it’s only for a suit. Suits don’t require much imagination. It’s pretty standard. The patterns, the cuts, everything. But regardless, my hands are itching to get it done. And after begging for some inspiration for months, I’m not gonna look at a gift-horse in the mouth.
“What the hell happened in the last twenty-four hours?” Zoe asks as soon as she closes the door behind her. “I thought you were making him a suit. Now you’re making him come?”
I look at her and roll my eyes.
“Did you think a lot about that joke?”
“No,” she shrugs. “It justcameto me.”
“Well, it’s not your best work,” I tell her.
“Apologies, master. I’ll try andcomeup with bettercomebacks,” she giggles.
“Gosh. Dolly is having abadinfluence on you,” I tell her, and she throws my clothes at me.
“Oh, yes. She’s a bad,badgirl. And I’ve punished her plenty.”
I plug my ears and go “la-la-la-la-la” until she stops. Thank God.
“I don’t need to know what Dolly and you do in your private time,” I say.
“Since when?” She laughs.
“Touché.” Shehastold me everything that’s happened between them.
“Now, tell me. How did you end up riding Mr. Professor?”
Jeez. You know you’ve got a dirty mind when even the mention of the word professor turns you on, regardless of who’s speaking it. And I’ve used ita lotover the last day and night.
I end up sewing Gordon’s jacket and tell her how we ended up on top of each other. She has plenty of questions, and I give her my answers on mostly everything. A lady’s gotta keepsomesecrets, even from her lesbian bestie.
By the time we join the others later on, I’ve finished one side of the jacket, and Elsie is all bathed and both her parents are dressing her up.
It’s cute to watch, and for a few moments, seeing how happy the little monster is with Gordon and Dolly, I wonder what I’m thinking. There’s more than one unit attached to Gordon. And with Zoe sleeping with Dolly, this can get way too complicated, way too fast.
What happens iftheydon’t work out and Gordon and I are forced to choose sides? Gordon will choose Dolly without a doubt. She’s his daughter’s mom. Of course he will. And Zoe has been my best friend since we were kids. She’s practically a sister from another mister.
