August Again #2
Brian: Okay, but don’t you stop. I want you so wet, I can see it shining on the toy.
Brian: My fantasy? Oh, I don’t know which one to choose, there’s so many.
Brian: But I think what you wrote in your note might take the top spot.
Jesy: Tell me about it.
Brian: Coming home to find you tied to my bed, completely at my mercy. The things I would do to you, Jesy. I’d make you beg for me, I’d deny you all your orgasms. You couldn’t do a single thing without my say so. But, oh, when I finally let you cum, baby, you’ll scream and squirt for me.
Jesy: Oh, you like a squirter, huh?
Brian: Fuck yeah. God, I wish you were here. That it was your hand on my cock instead of mine.
Jesy: Honey, if I was there, why would I stop at my hand? I’d shove you back on that bed and suck your cock until you shot your load down my throat.
Brian: Naughty, naughty girl. I want to cum, fuck yourself harder. Put on a show.
Brian: Yes, baby. Just like that. Harder.
Brian: I wish I could hear you. Damn.
Brian: In fact, I have a demand.
Brian: Turn over. Hands and knees. Spank yourself while you pound that toy in your pussy.
Brian: Mm. Yes, Jesy. Just like that.
Brian: You’re so fucking sexy.
Brian: I’m gonna cum. Eyes on the screen. Watch me. Watch what you do to me.
Jesy: Fuck. God, Brian, that’s sexy as hell.
Brian: Your turn, baby. Cum for me.
Brian: Fuck.
Brian: You little minx.
Brian: I don’t think there’s anything sexier than the sight of you coming undone.
Brian: I fucking miss you.
Jesy: I miss you too, Brian. But you’ll be home soon. We just gotta get through this last month.
10 Aug | From: Justin Carter | To: Brian Trainer
Subject: Naughty.
You left yourself signed in on the office computer. You and Jesy get up to some real kinky shit on these video calls, huh?
Good for you.
Flights are booked. We’re going to Meadowcraig in thirty-nine days. Can you manage that long?
10 Aug | From: Brian Trainer | To: Justin Carter
Subject: RE: Naughty.
Well, thank fuck the video doesn’t save!
Jeez, I’m sorry, man. I should have been more conscientious about the shared space.
But there’s a reason you’re staying at the Pear Tree Inn for the first week!
Thirty-nine days and counting.
14 Aug | From: Brian Trainer | To: Darrell Griffin
Subject: Book Launch
It’s all but confirmed that Reeves Publishing is hosting a launch party for Jesy. It’s looking like it’ll be October 19th. Do you think you’d be able to make it up here for that weekend?
I think Jesy would love the extra support from people outside of Meadowcraig and… I have a feeling you’re really going to want to be there.
14 Aug | From: Darrell Griffin | To: Brian Trainer
Subject: RE: Book Launch
I’ve cleared it with Alana. I’ll be there.
Even without your cryptic message enticing me further. How exciting for her though. For you both, really.
I’m happy for you, mate.
18 Aug | From: Cuddle Monsters LTD | To: Brian Trainer
Subject: Order receipt.
Dear Trainer, Brian,
We at Cuddle Monsters are so pleased you chose our company for your recent order of Personalised Weighted Toy. This letter is a confirmation of that order.
Please find your receipt and delivery details attached below.
We hope you’re satisfied with your purchase, and we look forward to your continued support.
Cuddle Monsters LTD.
You have received an instant message from:
JESY
Jesy: I love it! Brian, thank you!! It’s so cute and it’s wearing your hoodie so now we match because I’m wearing your hoodie too!
Jesy: It’s the best gift I’ve ever got, thank you!!
Brian: The bear arrived then?
Jesy: YES! Oh, you are the best and are SO getting laid just as soon as I can get my hands on you.
Brian: I think bear Brian might have something to say about that.
Jesy: Don’t worry about bear Brian. I’ll keep him sweet.
Brian: You like it then?
Jesy: I do. You’re the absolute best, baby. Thank you so much.
Brian: You’re so welcome.
Brian: Anything to make you smile.
22 Aug | From: Brian Trainer | To: Jesy Mason
Subject: Candy stock.
Hey beautiful.
I’ve gone on a shopping trip and I’m sending a massive box of candies over so I can still have all my favourite treats when I come home next month.
I know you’ve probably told me already, but are you in the new house yet, or shall I send these to your mother’s place?
I love you!
22 Aug | From: Jesy Mason | To: Brian Trainer
Subject: RE: Candy stock
Hey, love.
First of all, it’s sweeties. You’re British, Brian. I don’t know how many times I need to tell you!
Secondly, I’m in the new house. Still sleeping at my folk’s place while my dad and brother decorate everything. I did tell them I could do it, but I think it’s a dad thing. He sees it as his own personal project.
I also have a surprise or two for you when you arrive home. One of those surprises has four legs and a tail and I’ve named him Wrex. Like from Mass Effect.
I love you too!
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Brian: Have I turned you into a nerdy girlfriend?
Brian: Quick! Tell me what species Wrex is?!
Jesy: He’s a Krogan.
Brian: Say it slower. While naked. I don’t think I’ve ever been more attracted to you.
Jesy: Nerd.
Jesy: Would you like to see Wrex?
Brian: I don’t know. I’m worried you’ve got a tiny dog and named it after a character I love.
Jesy: Please.
Jesy: Do I look like a tiny dog kind of girl?
Brian: Now you mention it.
Brian: Okay, let me see Wrex.
Jesy sent an attachment: Wrex.jpeg
Brian: Stop it.
Brian: You got a Mastiff??
Jesy: Penny said the poor guy has been at the shelter for a while. No one wanted him because of his size.
Brian: His size is the best thing about him! How old is he?
Jesy: Just over a year.
Jesy: Beautiful, isn’t he?
Brian: Yes.
Brian: I love him.
Brian: You didn’t say where to send these candies.
Jesy: Our place.
Jesy: And they’re sweets.
Brian: Ah, but I am buying them in America, so they are candy.
Jesy: If it walks like a duck, quacks like a duck…
Brian: What?
Jesy: I’m just saying, just because it’s called something different, doesn’t change the fact they’re sweets.
Brian: Okay, but what about Funyuns?
Jesy: Not this again.
Brian: Nope. This is a valid point. In the UK, we’d call them Onion Rings. If you asked for that here, you’d get onion rings.
Jesy: Yes, dear. I’m aware.
Brian: I’ve concluded that we Brits over-complicate things.
Jesy: I think I just gasped out loud.
Jesy: You traitor!
Jesy: Well. If that’s the way you want to be, commit.
Brian: What do you mean?
Jesy: Let’s think of some other Americanisms you can adopt. For example, fanny.
Brian: Excuse me?
Jesy: You can now refer to my butt as a fanny. That’s what the Americans do.
Brian: Jesy, I am not doing that.
Jesy: Why?
Brian: Fanny means something different back home, and you know it. Can you imagine the look on people’s face if I grab your arse and tell you I love your fanny?
Jesy: Yes. Yes, I can imagine that. It’s quite hilarious.
Brian: I think I might get grounded. My mum won’t care if I’m in my thirties, she would ground me.
Brian: “Oh, Brian! You shouldn’t talk about Jesy’s vagina in public.” I’m not sure I want to hear my mum say vagina.
Jesy: She sounds like a very smart woman, I can’t wait to meet her.
Jesy: You see my point then.
Brian: Yes, I do.
Brian: I have a question though, love. Why do we have this same argument so often? When you come over here, you use Americanisms too.
Jesy: I know. I just like winding you up.
Brian: Wicked witch.
Jesy: Ah, but you love me for it.
Brian: That I do, beautiful. That I do.
25 Aug | From: Jesy Mason | To: Brian Trainer
Subject: Exhausted
You know what we don’t have a lot of?
Anything.
The house is ready. Dad and Ross have done a great job, and it looks fucking beautiful. But it’s empty.
Who’d have thought a divorcee living in her parents’ house and a man who gave up his flat to move to America would have nothing in the way of furniture!
And we live in the middle of nowhere, Brian.
It’s hard to get deliveries!
However, your girlfriend has connections, and I know where to get the good stuff. Please find attached an obsessive number of pictures of our new home, including the newly paved driveway my father tells me is a housewarming gift.
Doesn’t it look beautiful, Brian?!
This is it. This is our home. No going back now! No changing your mind. You are stuck with me. You are committed.
It’s my first night staying here and I am so excited. Wrex is having a whale of a time sniffing about and peeing in the garden, so all the other canines know the big dog is in town.
All that is needed now is a certain tech genius to come home and take his place in the bed. I’ve already claimed the right side, by the way. So tough luck.
Snooze you lose!
How many days is it again?
Brian
I smile as I read through the last of Jesy’s email and lock my phone. I’ll reply later, when I have more time. For now, her words about emptiness echo in my mind as I look around the apartment I’d been calling home.
It’s been stripped bare of any personality, as though I’d never even lived here. All my belongings have been wrestled into two sizable suitcases that I’m sending ahead of time, and one small duffel that I’ll be living out of.
I may be a little too keen to get home.
Our home.
Somewhere in this big old world, my girl is snuggled under a duvet in our bed, scratching the ear of our dog, safe and sound in our house.
I can’t quite believe it.
I can’t quite believe that after all the bullshit, we finally made it to this point.
My gaze drifts to the bedroom door, half-expecting to hear her moving around, humming to herself. That’s the thing with this apartment. It carries the ghost of her and reminds me that she’s not here.
God, I miss her.
I miss her warmth and her smile. I miss the random singing as she narrates her actions, and the insistence on wearing odd socks. She is the reason there is colour in my world, when before I was living in a haze of muted greys.
And I fucking miss her.
I pick my phone back up, scrolling through the pictures of the house.
The slightly mismatched furniture that somehow still looks cosy and the big windows with a view over the loch that look like something out of a postcard.
She’s decorated with photos of us, grabbed Wrex a massive dog bed that I’m almost certain is longer than our sofa, made sure this is a home I can’t wait to get back to.
And I can see it all.
Her in the kitchen, barefoot and messy hair as she cooks breakfast. Wrex sprawled out at my feet as I sit at the table pretending to work when really I’m watching her.
I push myself to my feet, moving towards the window to look out over the city. Detroit is impressive in its own way. And I have enjoyed my time here immensely. But it’s not home.
I bring up her email once again, my thumb hovering over the reply button.
How many days is it again?!
I shake my head, a smile tugging at my lips as I compose my reply.
“Not long, baby,” I murmur to the empty room.
Not long at all.