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Hey, Papas - let’s just leave it there.
And with that the two of them went on about the upcoming games this week, Papas asking us about injuries on our teams again - which was starting to nag me. Why did he keep asking us about injuries, or rumors from the locker rooms? It was just bizarre.
But I was thankful for Loving ending the sex conversation the way he had, because I’d almost slipped. Although, I had an inkling that Loving knew my truth.
If not fully knowing, he suspected.
He had to, especially after all the time that he and I spent together not just on and off the field, or around campus or when we lived together, but after all the time that we spent going tothe sex club in Arkansas and back home in Philly. Our favorite in Philly was called Landow’s - oh the fun we had there.
There were ample rumors that floated around about us, about our sexual proclivities. None of them were substantiated or confirmed though. Everyone who went to the clubs that we went to signed NDAs. But you know how people are, they still talk.
But Nic was the one person who saw all parts of me - or almost. As I said, he couldn’t confirm his suspicions but he knew enough to know my truths. Orthinkhe knew. Which is also why he cut the conversation where he did, allowing me to keep my secrets if I so wished.
This is why he was one of my best friends.
A best friend that I’d stabbed in the back. The thought of that had me scratching at my tattoo on the inside of my bicep. The same one each of them had.
Three arrows, one singular line, all pointed in the same direction.
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SCOTTIE ANDERSON
It’d been a blissful few weeks. We were well into my favorite time of year: fall. It’s been gorgeous outside here in the Hudson Valley. The leaves have all changed colors. The slanted natural light has had me drawing, painting and taking photos like it’s my full-time job. I’ve felt so inspired.
The crispness in the air with a hint of decaying leaves and apples were all around me no matter if I was home or walking around Nicholas’s property or in downtown New Hope. It has been glorious. Plus, I’ve been able to dig out all of my sweaters and I just feel so… cozy.
But I’ve been feeling bouts of loneliness because Nicholas has been so busy with work lately and has had a few away games in a row. Since I had classes to teach, it wasn’t like I could just leave everything and follow him. But he made up for it, calling me and FaceTiming every chance he got when he was away.
Plus I watched every single one of his games from the TV in our bedroom, as I hugged his pillow and smelled him… which, was that weird? I felt like that should be weird, but after being with Nicholas for a few months now, things that had once been weird now all of a sudden just felt natural.
All of our calls and FaceTime videos usually turned R-rated pretty quickly. Let me tell you that his phone sex game deserves an A+ because… wow! I think he fancies himself the teacher’s pet. He’d surprised me before he left for his first away game with a box.
Inside the box was an assortment of sex toys, most of which I’d never even seen before. He, very excitedly, tested every single toy out on me before he left for that first game. It’s not like I was complaining about it either.
He had also set it up so a number of the toys were connected to an app, so even though he was away, he got off on the fact he could control my pleasure through the app on his phone. So we’d quickly fallen into a routine of where he picked out the toy, telling me how and what he wanted me to do with it, and then he’d control my pleasure from his phone wherever he was in the country.
It only made me wish that I could do something similar to and for him. But alas, the only control I had was how I turned him on withmypleasure - with the pleasure he gave me.
Thinking about our very active sex life reminded me that he still hadn’t let me give him a blow job. Somehow we always got so wrapped up in each other and he became so feral to get a taste of me or to give me an orgasm, that his pleasure seems to be so deeply synced with mine. Little does he know though that as soon as he gets home, I am not going to let him touch me or taste me, until he lets me taste him first.
Or I’m at least going to try.
“Wow! This place is amazing!” Praveen said as she looked around the living room of my new home.
“Yeah! Jesus, this place is crazy gorgeous! It could be in some interior design magazine or something,” Mindy added. “This is a definite upgrade from your last, by the way.”
“My apartment wasn’t that bad!” I replied.
“I wasn’t talking about the apartment. I was talking about your man-candy,” Mindy winked at me.
“You haven’t even met Nicholas.”
“Girl! I Googled that boy so quickly once you told us andyummmmy! Also, nicely done. Now, just remember our sister-wives pact. Because I willdefinitelybe able and willing to swap with a body and face like he’s got. Mama like!” Mindy added and licked her lips.
I just laughed at her while Praveen interjected, “I thought you two were crazy with all of that, but is it too late to get in on the bandwagon because the boy isfiiiiiiine!”
“If anyone could handle threefineladies such as ourselves, it’s probably that spry piece of…” Mindy was saying and quickly shut her mouth when she heard, “Honey! I’m home,” coming from the front door.
