Page 17 of The Most Dearest
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know about the patrols. I only came out here to—"
“All of the patrol information was on the leaflet, Harrison,” Reg said sternly. “I find it difficult to believe you didn’t know, and I find your behavior very inappropriate. All of your behavior,” he finished, glancing at Peggy, who nodded sagely. He was obviously referring to my infidelity trophy and the zombie porn. Fucking old people.
I apologized again and went to bed. Alvin walked past and showed me her asshole for at least the tenth time that day. At least the cats outside had cleared out for the night. I had no idea why our house was all of a sudden their hotspot but I immediately thought of Miranda. How did the little bitch do this?
Chapter 18: Damon - Bed sports
Pleasure and action make the hours seem short
Othello, William Shakespeare
I never would have imagined that one of the best dates of my life would end with fake sex. Real sex was amazing, but I now had a deep appreciation for bouncing on a bed with a beautiful woman, fully clothed, while banging a headboard.
We’d had a fun night, Indian food and good company. We disappeared into her bedroom early, giving the appearance of a couple who just couldn’t wait to get down to it. After spending a bit of time discussing our plans, Cordelia jumped on the bed eagerly. She bounced up and down like it was a trampoline. She gave up after a while because her bed wasn’t squeaky, but I wouldn’t say the bouncing was pointless. Her face was flushed, and her breasts were bouncing under her tight black top. I tried not to be a pervert, but I will confess to quite a few covert glances. Cordelia’s dark eyes were shining, and this time it was with joy, not tears.
“Ready for the best fake sex of your life sweetheart?” I asked through the world’s biggest smile.
“Bring it stud!” she laughed.
Up on my knees, I pushed the headboard into the wall. Bang, bang, bang. I kept the thuds at a steady pace, planning to increase them as I reached my “climax.” Cordelia began moaning, softly at first and then loudly. My brain started to short circuit. Are these the noises she’d really make in bed? Or on the sofa, or over my counter ... Her face and sounds didn’t match. She had a goofy smile on her face and her arms thrown in the air like she was a gymnast presenting after a routine.
“Fuck Cordy,” I shouted, hoping it was loud enough to make its way through the walls. She was still smiling, but her eyes had taken on a softer look. almost like arousal, but maybe I was kidding myself. This was strategy. Miranda's very devious strategy. I hastened the headboard bangs, as though I was working toward the biggest orgasm of my life. In my mind, I was. At the final bang, Cordelia covered her mouth like she was worried she was going to laugh. I put my finger over my lips. She shouldn’t be laughing after a fuck like that. She’d blow our cover. I stifled my own laughter and sat on the bed. Joining me, she flicked on the television, and we settled in to watch some vampire show. I didn't care. Whatever kept her beside me. We weren't touched but I was hyperaware of her presence. I examined her soft features. She really was a stunning woman. Harrison was completely insane to leave her for the child next door. Emma was legal, but barely. It was sickening. My parents had a decent age gap, but Mom was well into her 20s when they got together. Picking up a teen was ... well, it was tacky. Was he trying to recapture his youth?
“I think we should fuck again,” I said after the episode ended.
“Wow, you have quite the appetite,” Cordelia remarked.
I gave her what my ex-girlfriend Geraldine had called my sex smile.
“You wanted realistic, so I’m giving it to you.” At that, Cordelia threw me a surprised look, which was followed by a sexy smirk. “Let’s go baby!”
I retook my official headboard banging position and we started again. I didn't shout this time, because I was so tired from all the hot sex we were having, but I made sure to give a loud grunt at the end. If I didn't lug wood around as a full-time occupation,the headboard exercise would have tired me out. This was a good substitute for the gym.
After my second “orgasm” of the night, we called it quits. We hadn’t heard a peep from next door, but I was certain they’d heard at least something.
“I can sleep on the floor,” I offered, hoping she’d say no. Cordelia was silent for a while.
“That’s okay. I’ve had Miranda in my bed for the past few weeks, so I’m sure you won’t bother me. Just don’t flick your legs about, accidentally slap my face or wake me up at 3 am wanting to talk, and you’ll be a better bedfellow than she is”
Bullseye.
We slept well, waking briefly to the sound of the front door and the muffled sound of a cat fight later in the night. It wasn’t loud at all, but I imagine it was deafening for the lovers next door. I fell asleep, warm and comfortable next to the beautiful pink lady next door.
Game on Harrison.
Chapter 19: Cordelia – Sure Jan
Love sought is good, but given unsought, is better
Twelfth Night, William Shakespeare
“Well, Sunday night was awkward, but Harrison looked very tired the next day, so I think it was worth it,” I said to Miranda over our carbonara. Cam was busy shoveling pasta into his mouth but grunted his approval. Thankfully, the loved-up couple were at Alvin’s parents’ house for dinner. I wonder what they thought of her new boyfriend.
“I can’t believe you didn’t shag him,” Miranda replied. “You had a hot guy in your bed, and you chose to catch some shuteye!”
“We’re not a real couple. He’s an awesome friend and I really love his company.”
She said nothing but reached down to play with her phone. A split second later, I saw a text from her on my screen.
