Page 19 of That First Night
“Your own space? In an apartment? Where the fuck does he live?” she says.
“That’s not important. The problem at hand is how can I work with him and take care of his son when we havehistory.”
“I would hardly classify a finger banging orgasm as history,” Kali scoffs.
She has a valid point. What history is there between us? It was one night, if you even want to call it that. I’m internally laughing at myself right now for overreacting. There is no history. There’s nothing. It was one night that I had forgotten about up until today.
Okay, that is a lie. It took me months to get over that night. I had to get under two different guys to get the memory of him out of my head, but neither of those guys erased that memory because that one orgasm destroyed me for all future men in my life. I gave up trying to chase an orgasm. I am still riding my anti-relationship train that showed no signs of stopping for any man anytime soon either.
“It wasn’t just an epic finger banging orgasm,” I groan. “When I saw him again, when he was in my personal space again, I felt that same weird buzz in my body from all those years ago,” I sigh. “It’s still there.”
The girls remain silent as they stare at me and then at each other.
“What should I do, guys? I just moved into your apartment. Do I take the job and move out when I just moved in with you?” I ask them both, my gaze bouncing back and forth between them, looking for answers.
“No,” Kali answers. “You said you get weekends off? So, you can come and spend the weekends with us. You do your job, keep to yourself and we decompress over the weekend together.”
“And don’t worry about paying us,” Avery interjects. “You’re going to be spending most of your time there. It will be like weekend slumber parties.” She’s now bouncing up and down in her seat, clapping like a little girl who just got told she can finally get the puppy she wanted for so long.
“Are we completely sure about this, you guys?”
“Yes,” they both answer simultaneously.
After meeting James at the park, I knew my answer would be yes. In my short interaction with him, I could only imagine how much fun we would have together. I can tell he’s such a smart and funny little boy. My only hesitation was when I found out who his dad is, but the girls are right, it’s not like I'm going to be spending a lot of time with him. Once he’s home, I can clock out and head into my space.
“I think you need to look at this from a different perspective, Pey,” Avery adds.
“What do you mean?”
“For one, you get to live in, what I assume, is a massive penthouse. Live that shit up, girl.” She dances in her seat. “And two, you can have someone to take care of yourneedswith no strings attached.”
“Do you ever pull your mind out of the gutter?”
“Never. My brain lives in the dirtiest of the gutters,” she laughs.
“Well, my brain doesn’t,” I snap back. “And right now, the only thing my brain is focused on is finding my bearings here in the city.”
“Pey, out of curiosity, how long has it been?”
“How long has it been since what?”
“Since you got off from something other thanbuzz buzz,” she laughs.
Buzz buzz. My trusty vibrator that hasn’t failed me yet. I have to think about this for a minute becausehow long has it been? It has to have been three years now since I’ve been with another man.
“Too long,” I finally respond, straightening my back to exude confidence. “And I'm not ashamed of it. You know, I’ve never had an overactive sex drive likeyou, you freak machine.”
“She totally is a freak machine.” Kali laughs to my side.
“You’re just as much a freak too, Kali. Stop trying to hide that shit,” Avery cuts in. “It’s not that you’re not a freak machine, it’s just that you haven’t found the right man for the job. The man thatmakesyou want it. Once you find him, trust me, you’ll turn into a freak machine too.”
I scoff at her comment because I think she’s wrong. A good orgasm isn’t going to make me crave it. I’ve had some decent orgasms before, and not one has made me run back begging for more. However, there is an exception to that, because my orgasm with Thomas had me wanting to feel his hands all over me for months after that. In fact, I still want to feel his hands all over me.
He’s about to be my boss when I accept this job though.
“Okay, I’m gonna do this, guys,” I admit.
“Are you going to let daddy bang you into next week, as well?” Avery questions.
