Grantley
“Okay, so tell me again why the dildo was out on your bed?”
Phoebe buried her face in her hands and groaned.
“Don’t want to,” she muttered.
“Don’t care, now tell me.”
We were on her bed, I was leaning back against the mass of cushions and pillows, with Phoebe snuggled into my side and it was fucking bliss. After the shit day I’d had, I’d needed to see her, so I’d driven myself over to Beth’s house, leaving poor Barney babysitting Sue-Ann.
Yeah, I felt bad about it, but that’s what he was paid to do. Admittedly, it was to babysit me, but by way of the fact that I shared that woman’s DNA, I figured it was the same thing. Besides, Barney had a way with her. He always managed to keep her under control, whereas me, well I just lost it with her on a minute by minute basis.
“I don’t have to tell you. You can’t make me.”
I cleared my throat and before she had chance to protest, I thrusted a hand up her tight white tank that had been enticing me for the last hour. I had no idea whether she hated being tickled or not, but most people did, so my fingers grabbed her waist and started their assault. Phoebe squirmed next to me and squealed. It didn’t take long.
“Okay, okay. I’ll tell you.”
I withdrew my hand and straightened her top. “Why was your dildo out on the bed?”
“Because I’d used it,” she replied in the quietest of voices.
“And?”
“And,” she huffed. “I was thinking of you.”
“Specifics please.”
I gave her a shit-eating grin as her eyes widened.
“No. That’s private.”
“Not if it’s about me, it’s not. So, what exactly was I doing to you while you got yourself off with a piece of dick-shaped rubber?”
“Oh, now you’ve taken all the romance out of it.” Phoebe looked up at me with a frown. “In my head it was your willy, but now it’s just rubber.”
“My what?”
“Your willy,” she repeated. “Your penis.”
“Ugh, now who’s spoiling the romance? Penis is the worst word in the world. It’s so clinical. It’s what my doctor calls it when I go for my physical.”
“Your doctor asks you about your penis? Ugh, now that’s just weird.”
“No it isn’t. He gives me a full check, he has to, the studio insist on it.”
“But your penis? No, I’m sorry,” Phoebe said with a shake of her head. “That’s just wrong.”
“No, what’s wrong is you calling it my penis. It makes it sound tiny. You know, peeny.”
Phoebe burst out laughing and buried her face into my chest.
“What’s so funny?”
“You and your peeny penis. I’m Auntie Peepee and you’re Dick Peeny Weeny.”
“It’s not fucking peeny, I promise you.”
“Oh I know that.” She pushed herself up, laying back against the pillows with me.
“How do you know that?”
My eyes landed on her full, pink lips and with all the talk about him, and the thought of those lips wrapped around him, my not-so-peeny penis decided to wake up. When Phoebe let out a sigh, causing her tits to rise and fall, he was definitely ready to party. She turned and looked at me, her tongue darting out, the pink tip doing a quick sweep along her top lip. Her breath quickened, in pace with my own and her eyes darkened.
“Tell me, pretty girl,” I said in a low tone. “How do you know?”
“I saw it in your sweat pants, and I felt it hard against me when we kissed in your suite.”
“It was real hard that day. Just for you.”
Phoebe swallowed and leaned into me, her tits pushing against my arm. Her top was tight against them and I could see her nipples were hard. They looked and felt amazing.
“As it’s not peeny, I think I should call it something else,” she whispered into my ear, her lips skimming against the shell. “Something much more appropriate.”
My dick started to throb in my pants, pushing against the zipper of my jeans. My head was buzzing with thoughts of pushing her onto her back, ripping off those sweat pants, and pushing into her. I would take her fast and hard and she wouldn’t know what the fuck had hit her.
“What would that be?” My voice was rough and edged with want and need. “What would be more appropriate?”
Phoebe moved and quickly straddled me, holding onto the headboard with both hands. Her rack was practically in my face, the curve of her tits poking out of the top of her tank, enticing me to pull out my dick and fuck them. She wriggled on top of me, adjusting her hips, the friction sending a tremor right through me to the end of my dick.
“I have a great name for it.” She dropped her mouth to mine, giving me a long, slow kiss. “It’s perfect in fact.”
“Fuuuuck,” I groaned quietly. “What pretty girl?” I breathed heavily. “What would you call it?”
“Little dick,” she cried, bursting into laughter and rolling off me, onto her back. “You’re Dick, so it must be little dick.”
Phoebe howled with laughter, rolling around, clutching her knees to her chest and while ‘little dick’ was somewhat disappointed, I couldn’t help but laugh along with her. The sound resounded around the room, pure and crystal clear and totally infectious.
“You little shit,” I said, my hands pulling her to me, and wrapping my arms around her in a tight embrace.
We laughed together, our bodies aligning perfectly, and I felt lighter than I had in years. Phoebe Drinkwater was important to me and I knew I had to do whatever possible to make us last longer than the shoot.
Phoebe and I were sitting having dinner with Beth, while the boys were reading in the lounge. It had been a great meal of steak and salad, that Phoebe had cooked, while I’d told Beth all about my situation. Maybe it would have been wiser not to, I didn’t know what it was with these two women, but I just wanted to be open with them both. It felt natural to let them in on all the shit in my life, and I didn’t have fears of any consequences. No doubt Marcia would tear me a new asshole for giving away the family secrets, but I trusted both Phoebe and Beth.
“So, what’ve you decided to do?” Phoebe asked.
“I’m going to do it.”
Phoebe gasped and grabbed for my hand. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah,” I sighed. “I owe him nothing, but he’s my dad and I couldn’t live with myself if I let him die.”
“You’re a bigger person than I am.” Beth looked through the glass double doors to where the boys were sitting, still reading quietly. “I’d never want those boys to help Steven. I’d actively encourage them not to in fact.”
“I don’t think you would.”
“I would Phoebes. I’d keep it from them. He doesn’t deserve anything from them after abandoning us. You,” Beth said, nodding at me, “I kind of get it. Your dad left because of your mum being a drunk, but he still left you with her.”
“I know that,” I said, reliving the pain. “But before that he was a great dad. Was Steven?”
“No.” Beth huffed. “He left because he’s a wanker and had been from the minute they were born.”
I let out a laugh. “He does sound like a total piece of work, I’ve got to be honest.”
“He was. He is,” Phoebe said, turning up her nose. “I never wanted her to marry him in the first place.”
“Why, didn’t you like him?”
“Nope, I didn’t. Plus, he self-tanned and plucked his eyebrows. What sort of a man does that?”
I kept my mouth well and truly closed, knowing that both were things I’d had to do in the past, usually on a director’s say so, but I’d still done them.
“Oh and he had bad breath. I have no idea how you could even kiss him, Beth.”
Beth simply shrugged and picked up her glass of wine.
“The thing is,” Phoebe said. “If it’s all got to be top secret and he isn’t to find out you’re the donor, how the hell is it going to work?”
“Sue-Ann says she and dad’s wife have it all planned out. We’ll be in the same clinic and he’ll be told the donor is going to be taken off life support.”
“Do you really think he deserves a kidney, if he’s not willing to see or speak to you?” Beth asked.
“That’s the point of why it has to be secret. His wife told Sue-Ann he won’t accept it if he knows it’s mine.” I blew out a breath and rubbed my forehead.
“But?” Phoebe said.
“But what?”
“But you’re not sure.”
I looked at her and wondered how she’d known that I didn’t feel right about keeping it a secret. I hadn’t said anything, but she’d noticed.
“I want to go and see him,” I announced.
“Really, after what he did?”
“Beth,” Phoebe said softly. “This is Grantley’s decision.”
“I know, I know. I’m sorry, I’m just very anti men who abandon their kids, that’s all.”
I nodded, totally understanding Beth’s feelings on the subject.
“I just feel that it should be his choice. It shouldn’t be down to his wife and his ex-wife to decide. I want to help him, but I also don’t want to do this behind his back.”
“So what are you going to do?” Phoebe took my hand and gave it a squeeze.
“I’ve spoken to Alexi and he said I can have three days off. He’ll shoot around me and do all the reverse shots that I’m not in. He’s been pretty great to be honest.”
Alexi couldn’t have been more understanding. He’d listened and not once flown off the handle at my request. I’d only wanted a couple of days, but it was him who suggested I take three. Yeah, the jet lag would be a bitch, but I’d power through it somehow.
“When do you go?” Phoebe asked, her lips downturned and her shoulders slumped.
“When do we go, you mean?”
“You and Barney or you and Marcia?”
I shook my head and grinned. “No, you and me, pretty girl. You’re coming with me.”
“I-I can’t go,” she stammered, looking at Beth. “You need me here.”
“I can get some help for Beth, if she needs it,” I offered. “I mean I wouldn’t send Marcia around, she’d scare the kids, but I could organize something.”
“God no,” Beth replied. “I can manage. I don’t need her as much as she thinks. She’s crap at the discipline thing anyway.”
“I am not,” Phoebe protested. “I can do discipline. Anyway, that’s not what I’m talking about.”
They stared at each other for a tense moment. I averted my gaze, to give them some privacy. Then Beth gave her a warm smile. “That’s going to take two weeks, so go.”
“Please,” I begged. “I need you with me.”
And who could refuse that? Luckily for me, not Phoebe.