Ava is standing at the apartment door waiting for me when I arrive. “Why are you so late getting here?”
Do I tell Ava and Dillyn I’m late because I didn’t crawl out of Porter’s bed until almost noon? “I have a good reason.”
“It’s only a good reason if it involves that fine-ass boss of yours.”
“It does.”
“Get your ass in here and tell us all about it.”
“Can I put my bag down first?”
Dillyn takes my bag from me and tosses it on the floor. “Bag is down. Now tell us everything about last night.”
I smile and the two of them burst into giggles.
“Look at her, Dillyn. She’s blushing.”
I’m sure I am. I feel the heat in my cheeks.
“That means it was good.”
I’ve been hearing about Ava’s and Dillyn’s sexcapades for three years. It feels strange to be the center of attention. “I don’t know where to start.”
“Duhhh… the beginning. We want to hear everything.” Dillyn is a details person. She wants to hear about every little thing.
“The first thing he did was take me to a tattoo studio. You aren’t going to believe this. He found my sketchbook and saw a drawing I had done of one of his tattoos. I had added some new design work to go with it and he had the tattoo artist do it. He put my design on his arm. A piece of me. On him. Permanently.”
“That’s some significant shit.” Ava means business when she uses the triple-S term.
“You really think so? I don’t want to make more of it than it really is.” That would be so embarrassing.
“Hell yeah, that’s significant. And special. He’s wearing you for the rest of his life. He’ll never be able to look at his arm and not think of you.”
“That’s exactly what he said.”
“See? He knows that putting your design on his body is a symbol of something important.”
But our relationship is so new. Why would he do that?
“What happened after the tattoo?”
“He took me to dinner… and then he took me to bed.”
Ava squeals. “How was it?”
“Well, what I didn’t tell you was that last night wasn’t the first time. We did it earlier this week.”
Dillyn’s mouth is gaping. “Whaaat? The last we heard was that he drove you home after the concert and kissed you. I can’t believe that you withheld this information from us all week.”
“I didn’t want to talk about my first sexual experience and what I thought about Porter’s dick on speakerphone.”
“Tell us everything.”
“You know I don’t have anything to compare it to, but oh my God… Porter is…” I struggle to come up with the right words. “…spectacular in bed.”
“Did he make you… you know? Happy?” Happy is Dillyn’s word for orgasm.
“He made me happy six times last night. And then again this morning.”
“I’m so fucking jealous. Do you know how many times I’ve had to reach down there and do it myself because the guy just couldn’t get it right?”
“I’ve been with guys who couldn’t make me happy if their life depended on it. I tried with one guy at least six times. He just didn’t have the talent for it.”
“I assure you that Porter has the talent. His mouth… it’s magic.”
“He doesn’t mind going down?”
“He loves it.” I grin when I recall all the things Porter has said to me about my lady bits.
“What’s that smile about?”
“He says he loves everything about my… P.” I can’t say pussy to my friends. I can barely say it to Mr. Filthy-mouth.
“You lucky bitch. You know all guys aren’t like that, right? They’re takers, not givers. They want to put their dicks in it until they’ve had their fill and that’s it.”
“I don’t have to worry about that with Porter. He is all about making me happy.”
“Gah, I wish I had a guy who was all about making me happy.”
“Question. Why the hell are you here instead of there with him?” Ava says.
I would never leave my girls hanging. “We made plans. Chicks before dicks, right?”
“No, no, no. You’re only partly right. It’s chicks before dicks… unless he licks.”
“Oh. I guess I failed to hear that last part.”
“Oh, sweetie. You need to go back to him and let him make you happy some more.”
“He knows I left town. He probably made plans.”
“Well, text him and find out.”
I guess it won’t hurt.
Frankee: Hey magic mouth. How’s the moving going?
Porter: I lucked out. Stout had already moved a bunch of stuff before I got here.
Frankee: Because I made you late. Was he mad?
Porter: Nah. Wouldn’t matter if he was. This morning was totally worth being late.
Frankee: Making big plans for tonight?
Porter: No. Probably have a few beers with Stout after we finish moving his furniture, and then I’ll go home.
Frankee: I was thinking about coming back. But I won’t if you’re planning on hanging out with Stout.
Porter: Come back.
Frankee: Ok. What time?
Porter: I should be free by 6:00.
Frankee: Ok. I’ll be at your place waiting.
Porter: Ok. See you soon.
“He wants me to come back at six.”
“Of course he wants you to come back.” A mischievous smile appears on Ava’s face. “And since you have a little time, we should go shopping at that adult store on Highway 82.”
Ava and Dillyn go to that place all the time, but I’ve never been. I didn’t see the need since I wasn’t having sex. “I think Porter would be okay with that; he gave me his credit card so I could buy more sexy-time stuff.”
“Did you hear that, Dillyn? She said more.”
“I ordered something naughty to wear last night, and he loved it. He wants me to buy more outfits like it… and also anything else we might need.”
Ava giggles. “You can definitely get whatever you need at that place plus some.”
“He has it bad for you if he handed over his credit card.”
I’m not sure that means he has it bad for me. I think it just means he likes to get freaky. “We’re just having sex, y’all. A little fun.”
“Says the girl who’s giving it up for the first time to the man she has fancied herself in love with since she was sixteen.” Dillyn really is a romantic at heart.
“None of that matters. We agreed on a little fun until I leave. That’s where it ends.”
“We’ll see, Miss he gave me his credit card so I could buy whatever we need.”
I haven’t even told them about the sweet things Porter does for me: bringing me coffee every morning, moving me into his office, taking me on the trip to Austin. And I’m not going to. I don’t want to hear them carry on about this relationship being more than what it really is.
There’s no room for false hope in my life.
Or in my heart.
* * *
“You guys know I’m lost when it comes to this stuff.”
“No worries. We’re going to help you get everything you need.” Ava grabs my hand and tugs me toward the back. “And I think we should start with lingerie.”
“That’s probably the best place to start since that’s what he specifically asked for. He said he wanted me to have a different outfit every day for two weeks.”
“Holy shit. You’re getting fourteen pieces of lingerie?”
I can see that Dillyn is impressed. “I guess. That’s what he said.”
“He plans to put it on your ass good.” Ava stops and looks at me. “Speaking of ass, does he like anal?”
“I have no idea.” I hope not.
“Then I guess we won’t be shopping for anal products today.”
“Nope. Not today or any other day.” I may be new to sex, but I don’t think I’ll ever be interested in doing that.
“Look at this. It’s super cute.” Dillyn holds up a cream lace romper. Quite a bit of coverage but totally see-through. “You need variety so it doesn’t all look alike and this would be something a little different. I could totally see you wearing this around his house.”
Dillyn is right. I can’t buy all crotchless panties and open-cup bras. “I like that. Let’s hold on to it.”
“You need something bright red. It’ll look good with your dark hair and light blue eyes.” Ava pulls out a lace and mesh teddy. “This is hot. And it’s crotchless, so you don’t have to take it off when you bow chicka wow wow.”
“I like it. Add it to the maybe pile.”
I have zero problems finding fourteen lingerie pieces. “Thanks for helping me find this stuff. All of it is so cute. I can’t wait to wear it for him.”
“I’m actually having a lot of fun picking this stuff out even if none of it is for me.”
“You don’t need to be buying something to wear while you’re getting busy with Chad Morris?”
Ava frowns. “We aren’t getting busy. Yet.”
“You need something for when you do.”
“Maybe. But this shopping trip is about you.”
Dillyn’s arms are full. “Let’s leave this stuff with the clerk up front while we finish looking around. We need to check out the battery-operated products next.”
“I have the real thing. I don’t think I need one of those.”
“Trust me. Every woman needs what I’m going to show you to go along with the real thing.”
Bullets. Lubes. Cock rings. A half-dozen things I can’t identify. Ava and Dillyn have made sure I have everything—and more—that I need for sexy time with Porter.
He’s probably going to think I’ve turned into some kind of nympho when he sees all of this.
I arrive at Porter’s condo at five and let myself in. I still can’t believe he left me a key.
I need to find out how much time I have until Porter comes home. I don’t want him walking in and spoiling any of the surprises I have for him.
Frankee: I’m back. Should I still expect you around 6:00?
Porter: Probably closer to 6:30. I made Stout come to the brewery and help me move your stuff into my office.
Frankee: How did you explain that one?
Porter: We’ll talk about it when I get home. See you soon.
Oh wow. I hope my moving into Porter’s office isn’t going to be a problem. His rationale is legit but that doesn’t mean people won’t talk and try to make something out of it.
I carry the sacks of goodies to the bedroom and spread each piece of lingerie on the bed so I can see them all at once. Last night’s attire was black so I think I should go with something different tonight. Something bright and fun.
I start from scratch getting ready for tonight. Shower. Makeup. Hair. The works.
I choose the hot pink peek-a-boo bra and garter panty set with matching G-string and lace top thigh-highs. The outfit is adorable with ruffled trim along the bra and garter but the shoes are the icing on the cake. Silver fuck-me pumps.
Last night’s outfit was porno-worthy. Tonight’s is naughty too but with a fun, flirty edge.
And I think the music should reflect that.
Frankee: Can you text when you’re on your way up? I want to be prepared when you get here.
Porter: Prepared for?
Frankee: Your surprise.
Porter: I love the fuck out of your surprises. Leaving the brewery now.
That means he’ll be here in fifteen minutes.
I’m dressed. I smell great. Hair and makeup are perfect.
I’m ready.
Porter: On my way up. Can’t wait to see what this is all about.
Frankee: You’ll find me in the bedroom.
Music Bluetoothing from my phone to Porter’s receiver—successful. ‘Red Light Special’ by TLC is the first song to play from the playlist when I hit play. Perfect.
I’m stretched across the bed, lying on my side, in what seems like a sexy pose. I hope I don’t look stupid.
I hear the door open and close, and my heart takes off in a gallop to race the butterflies fluttering in my stomach.
Porter is all smiles when he stops in the doorway and looks at me and the sexy-time accessories on the bed. “Damn, girl. What all did you get into today?”
“I did a little shopping at the adult store in Tuscaloosa.”
He picks up the blindfold lying next to me. “For you or me?”
“Whatever you want.”
“I love that answer.”
He comes toward me, and I move to sit on the side. He stands between my legs and places his fingers beneath my chin, lifting my face. “Frankee… I just don’t even know how to tell you how much I love all of this. Or how much I’m enjoying every little thing you’re doing. You blow my mind.”
“Good.” I reach for the fly of his jeans. “And now I’m going to blow something else.”