Page 62 of West Bound

On the morning after our second wonderful day together, it was time to get back to the real world and that meant fessing up to the girls about where I’d been and what I’d been doing.

It was Sunday morning and I had an evening game to report on, so we all met for brunch close to my place so I didn’t have to make the thirty minute drive from Magnolia Creek. Plus, Cat and I lived close while Cami lived in Magnolia Creek with CeCe not too far. They could make the trip for us once in a while.

The four of us sat around at a cute bistro table in a building that looked like a greenhouse and was aptly named, The Greenhouse Bistro.

A delicious looking plate of Southern Eggs Benedict was set down in front of me, and my stomach yelled at me to start eating. It was a buttery southern biscuit topped with crispy bacon, a poached egg smothered in spicy hollandaise sauce and served with a side of country potatoes. Dear Lord, I was in brunch heaven.

I cut into my egg and watched as the gooey center oozed out and I began slicing it into bite size pieces. The first bite was euphoric and I closed my eyes with a moan. When I opened them back up, three sets of peepers were staring at me expectantly.

“What?” I asked through a mouth full of potatoes. “Why are y’all looking at me like a new animal at the zoo?”

“We’re waiting,” CeCe said, her tone annoyed and impatient.

“Yeah,” Cami added. “You guys didn’t even give Vaughan and me twenty-four hours before someone was walking in my door.”

“Hey. It’s not my fault you forgot that I was coming over,” Cat protested.

“It was dick-brain, Cat. You can’t blame the girl,” CeCe told her. “Which is exactly why I wasn’t banging down your door this morning at five a.m. You spent two whole days getting railed and we gave those to you. But now it’s time to spill. So…”

I finished chewing my food then washed it down with my mimosa.

“Fine. But I am going to eat in between story time because I’m starving and Eggs Benedict cold is disgusting.”

With another bite, I mumbled through the details of our afternoon date at the practice field. I told them about the pitching lesson he gave me, and how he helped me with my hitting. I gave them the rundown on breakfast for dinner and falling asleep watching a movie. I told them all about our afternoon spent semi-working on the PA search and a little bit of house hunting, and then our evening sex fest. I even gave them the deets on the blowjob that I almost fell into a coma over.

“He choked you out with his dick?” CeCe asked in absolute amazement. “I’ve heard of eating a dick, but never like that.”

“And he cleaned you up?” Cami cooed.

I nodded as I took another drink. “Yup. Washed the cum right outta my eyes.”

“Eewww,” Cami groaned. “TMI, Viv.”

“Are you kidding me? TMI? Cami, I seem to remember you telling us about riding Vaughan’s face like a fucking cowgirl at her first rodeo in the back of his truck while Dagen was sleeping in the main house.”

“Let’s not forget the barn sex. Oooweee. She was picking hay out of her bum for days after.” Cat jokes and Cami smacks her arm.

“Oh and the butt stuff? Yowza.” CeCe shakes her hand like she just touched something hot and gives a low whistle.

“Okay, okay. I get it. I shared…a lot. But I did not talk about being choked and having,” she lowers her voice and looks around for I’m not sure what. “Cum in my eyes.”

“Grandma. We can’t hear you. Speak up,” I say, slowly, cupping my ear.

“Screw all of you,” she blushes and shoves a piece of french toast in her mouth.

“So when are you seeing him again?” CeCe wondered.

“Well,” I mumbled. “Tonight since he’s starting.”

CeCe rolled her eyes and gave me a shove. “I didn’t mean in a professional capacity.”

“I knew what you meant, Jolly Green Giant. I’m not sure. I’m not looking to make anything official, you know. I don’t do the relationship thing. And honestly, I don’t think he does either. For right now, I think we’re both good with casual hookups when we have the time.”

CeCe looks at me then at Cami and Cat. They both look at her then at me and down at their plates.

“What? I hate that ‘look’ shit. What?”

“Ha!” Cami shouts. “Now you know how it feels.”

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