Page 115 of Who's Playing You
“You were saying, Mindy? Maybe you’d like to say it to his face?” I teased her.
Nicholas rounded the corner and saw two of my best friends sitting on the couch in the living room with me. “Well, hello there ladies. Did I interrupt something?” He asked as he rounded the couch and stood behind me, bending at the waist and kissing me as I leaned back - my head resting on the back of the couch - while he kissed me upside down. “Hi sweetheart, I missed you,” he added as his hand squeezed my shoulder, then ran down my arm and rubbed my stomach.
For whatever reason, he’d taken to rubbing my stomach since we had the baby talk. I hadn’t said anything to him about it, just like we hadn’t talked any further about having kids or going to see a fertility specialist.
But if we were serious about having kids, then we would have to go see a doctor. I just knew it. After all of the failed attempts with Earl, I knew that there was something wrong with me and we’d need a specialist’s help.
At the same time, even though Nicholas and I had been going at it like rabbits - without a barrier - I justknewthat chances were slim to none of me conceiving, so I felt like I had ample time. Time to enjoy our new relationship, getting to know and explore each other.
When we were ready, maybe after his season ended, we could re-visit this conversation and check into seeing a specialist. We had time.
In the meantime, I had kind of grown fond of him rubbing my stomach like this.
“No, not at all,” Mindy perked up and wiped the drool from the side of her mouth. “Interrupt all you’d like.”
Praveen had more wits about her and wasn’t totally melting over my boyfriend, “You have a beautiful home here, Nicholas. Scottie was just showing us around. It’s absolutely gorgeous.”
“Oh, thank you. Did she tell you how we decorated it together? She’s got a great eye,” Nicholas complimented me on the handful of suggestions and comments I’d made when picking out furniture and decor. “Actually, while you ladies are here, don’t you think Scottie is the most qualified person to curate the artwork that we should put on the walls?”
“Oooo yes!” Praveen agreed with him right away.
Mindy tacked on, “She should just put her own work on the walls. Duh! Not only are her paintings and drawingsgorg-ina, but have you seen her photographs? She should really consider selling her photos too.”
“Is that so?” Nicholas said as he eyed me. “I think she’s been holding out on me. We can’t have that, now can we?”
I just rolled my eyes and dismissed the comment.
“Well, I didn’t mean to interrupt your girl time. I just wanted to say hi, and can I get you anything - a refill?” he asked Mindy and Praveen gesturing to their glasses on the coffee table.
In unison they both declined and with that Nicholas excused himself to go shower after having just finished practice for the day.
“I think you won, Scottie,” Praveen declared as she let out a heavy sigh. “None of our husbands can compete with that. Sadly.”
“Truth,” Mindy added.
I just laughed. “If only your husbands could hear you now.”
“Pshh, let’s call a spade a spade. Our husbands are like a month away from a midlife crisis, whereas you snagged yourself some fresh stud meat. We’re comparing apples and abs. It’s no contest,” Mindy tacked on.
“But tell us…” Praveen lowered her voice and Mindy and I leaned in. “Proportionately speaking…”
“Oh hell yes! Puh-leasetell me that that boy is hung like a horse, because I have to vicariously live through you for the coming months and years,” Mindy added.
“I’m not normally one to kiss and tell,” I began.
“Excuse me! You know my husband’s dick size and girth. We literally have no secrets. Spill the fucking dick and beans, woman!” Praveen admonished me.
I just laughed. “Fine. So you know that one guy on Instagram you follow that you found on OnlyFans?”
“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” Praveen screeched. “Are you talking aboutMr. You Know Whothat I watch when hubs is away for work?”
“The one and only,” I said as both of them squealed. “So,” and I pointed with my finger to the ceiling, indicating Nicholas who was upstairs, “Is bigger. Thicker.Andpierced.”
“I call sister wife clause right fucking now!!! Trade me, bitch. Please trade with me!” Mindy tumbled over her words, begging.
“Whoa whoa whoa, calm down,” Praveen said and we collected ourselves. “Okay that’s all fine and good, BUT! The real question is, does he know how to use it?”
“Is water wet?”
