Chapter 34 - Clay
Saturday morning comes way too fast. I kiss Valerie goodbye and head in for a few hours of work, but all I can think about is meeting her friend.
Meeting the friends is almost as bad as meeting the family. Worse, maybe. Why did I say yes! This is the exact opposite of taking it slow, of keeping it casual. Next thing she’ll want me to hang out with her friends, and I’ll have to introduce her to mine.
And then, when things invariably go wrong, or when I leave, it becomes way more difficult to disentangle our lives from each other. I should have stuck to my rules. Sex one time only. Nothing more.
But then I think about this past week, of rushing home to see her. I haven’t felt this alive in ages. Even when I’m shadowing at the hospital I don’t get the same excitement as when I see her walking through my door. My world has been flipped on its head and I can’t say that I care.
We’ve both been in denial. We haven’t spoken about Seattle at all. I know it’s on her mind, because she says the same things as me about taking it slow. And then both of us proceed to do the exact opposite. I can’t resist her and she can’t resist me.
Maybe she’d follow me to Seattle. I shake my head. Don’t be ridiculous. Here I am thinking meeting the friends is a big ask and then I want to move cross country together! Plus, I see the way she talks about her career. She loves her job and is excelling at it. I could never ask that of her.
This thing has a time limit, and we both know it.
I get to the office and busy myself with my work. It’s mostly catching up on paperwork which usually bores me, but today I throw myself into it to quiet my spinning brain. It works, and before I know it it’s nearly 11am and it’s time to leave. Time to meet her best friend.
I check the address to the restaurant they’re at and start heading in that direction. It’s only a couple stops away on the subway so I should be there within a few minutes. My heart is pounding. I keep adjusting my shirt, my pants, fidgeting with my hair.
Deep breath. This will be fine. It’s just one brunch, and then Val and I will leave and I can take her home and take her to bed. I’ll have her undressed in seconds. My cock twinges at the thought of it. I can’t get enough of her.
I jog up the subway stairs and try to orient myself on the street. It’s a short walk up the block to the restaurant. It has a dirty green sign on the outside and dated checkered curtains in the window. Not the kind of joint I’d expect to have amazing food.
But then again, if Val recommended it it must be good. I check the sign again and then push the door in. A bell jingles when I step through and I see the place is packed. The food must be good, there’s hardly any seats at all.
I scan the room for Valerie and finally spot her in the back corner in a booth. I can’t help but smile. She’s wearing a tight blue top that I can’t wait to rip off her later. Her hair is pulled back and she’s laughing at something her friend said. She covers her mouth and leans over as she laughs. She looks amazing.
Her friend has her back to me, but I see a big head of brown curls in front of Val. At least she’s funny, this brunch might not be as torturous as I thought. Val’s shoulders are shaking with laughter, her face is all scrunched up. I can’t look away from her, and I don’t want to.
I weave my way through the tables and she finally spots me. Her face lights up and my heart grows in my chest. She makes a move to slide out of the booth to greet me. I can’t take my eyes off her. I take the final few steps towards her and wrap my arms around her, planting a light kiss on her lips. Her body feels so good in my arms, and she kisses me back tenderly. The feeling of her tits against my chest makes my cock wake up in my pants and I remind myself I’ll be inside her as soon as I get her through the apartment door.
I pull away from her and her friend starts talking.
“Well, well, well,” she says. I’ve heard that voice before. Almost as if time slows down I turn towards Val’s best friend. The curly brown hair. The red lipstick. The expression on her face is pure disdain as I struggle to connect the dots. I feel the floor dropping away underneath me as her face registers in my brain.
She’s the girl from the night before I met Val. I’ve slept with Val’s best friend.
My stomach drops and her friend stares at me with disgust, one eyebrow cocked up as she looks me up and down. My jaw is hanging open, I don’t know what to say. I glance at Val and see the smile fading on her face. She looks at me and frowns.
“Do you guys know each other?”