15. Chapter 15
Edith
“What’s with the sourpuss?” Evelyn came up and hip checked me.
“This is my face.”
“No-o-o-o-o.” She leaned over to see my face. “ You have resting bitch face. Right now, you have a sourpuss.”
“Mattie isn’t happy that I’m going on a date Friday night.”
“Huh.” She turned and leaned back on the counter. “Did he say why?”
“Because he doesn’t know Frank, and he’s worried.”
Chuckling, she shook her head. “So the sourpuss is because you’re thinking of canceling.”
“Evelyn, I don’t want to upset my kid.” I stopped wiping the menus and faced her.
She nodded and her lips twisted. “Go on your date, dippy.”
“Evie …”
“Edith.” Her hands cupped my face. “He’s nine. Go on your date, have a good time, and see where it goes?”
I drew in a shaky breath. “I’m scared.”
There. I said it. Maybe now she’d back off and let me cancel.
“He’s not Greg.” She leaned in and kissed my forehead. “He’s charming, polite, handsome, crazy about you. Maybe it’s time to take a chance.”
Nodding, I wrapped my arms around her. “Thanks, Evie.”
“Slackers.” Big E yelled from the window and hit the bell.
We both laughed, and she gathered the plates to serve them, leaving me to finish the menus and bus tables.
I carried the black tub to the back where the sinks and dishwasher were and caught Big E smiling at me.
“Now what?” I threw my hands up in frustration.
He gave me a shrug. “I’m glad to see you dating.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “Why?”
“Edie, I’ve watched that man come here to eat twice a day for damn near two months. Do you know why he does that?”
“Yeah. Because he can’t cook.” I snarked back and turned to fill the sink with water.
“Edith.” His voice sounded flat. “He does it to see you. To talk to you. To interact with you.”
“And?” I spun around and put my hand on my hip.
“And he’s not Greg.” He shook his head. “Frank is a good one. Maybe you could give him a fair chance?”
Big E has spent the better part of my life chasing men away.
“Why?”
“After you asked him to take you out, you seemed happy. Like genuinely happy and I like seeing my sister happy.”
I felt the small smile on my face. “Fair enough.”
Turning back to the sink, I plunged my hands into the water to pull out dishes to run through the washer.
“By the way, Evie will be back.”
Throwing my wet hands up in the air again, I snapped. “Where did she go?”
“Said she’d back A. S. A. P.” He shrugged and went back to work.
Growling, I went back to dishes. “Fucking Evie.”
What on earth is so important that she left work? Why didn’t she say anything to me?
Drying my hands off, I got my phone out and messaged her.
Where the hell did you go?
To get a gift for you
I don’t need shit except for you to come back and work
Listen crab ass it’s a gift and you need it
Evelyn.
Edith.
Hurry back
I swear I’ll be back soon
You just need to trust me and quit being a sourpuss
Rolling my eyes, I put my phone back in my pocket and finished the dishes. When I went back out front, Gene was helping the church ladies who meet here for morning bible studies and Evie strolled in empty-handed.
“What was so important?”
“You.” She went behind the counter and got her apron. “You never take time to pamper yourself. So I went and took care of it. You have a salon appointment Friday at noon. Take Marina a horseshoe, so while you’re processing she can eat.”
She tilted her head, smiling. “Your dress is hung up on the back of your door. Along with your new bra and panties.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I found you the sexiest little black wrap dress, sexy as sin underthings, and you’re getting your hair done.”
“What? Why?”
“Edith, you’re going on an actual date.” She grabbed my shoulders. “I assume he treats you like the goddess you are, so you need to dress up, get fancy, and let nature take its course.”
“How do you know what size bra?” I narrowed my eyes.
“Remember when we were ordering bras? Mom measured us?”
“Oh.”
“Yeah.” She smiled bigger. “It will lift the girls up and make it so Frank will want to skip dinner.” She winked.
I stood there, pressing my lips together, trying to stop the tears that filled my eyes.
“Awe, Edith, I wasn’t trying to make you cry.” She winkled her nose. “I just wanted to be sure you’d have the best first date ever.”
There was a lump in my throat as I whispered. “Evie, I really like him.”
Evie grabbed my head. “I know, big sister. And I really believe he’s the one for you.”
“Am I a selfish bitch to want one more night with him to be just us before I tell him about Mattie?”
Evelyn threw her head back, laughing. “Nope.”
“What’s so funny?”
“They’ll know each other when it’s time.”
“Thanks, Evie.”
“You’re welcome.” She went through the swinging door to the back in the walk in and I heard Big E giving her a verbal list of his needs.
Gene came behind the counter and started a fresh pot of coffee. “Go get your work done. I got them.”
I had the order to do, and some other paperwork. Heading back to the office, I made myself a plate of fries and got settled in.
Once I had everything done, I went out to check on Gene and Evie.
“You better get home before your son creates a dating profile for you.” Gene laughed as he walked past me with a tray of food.
Shit. He’s not wrong.
“I’m out.”
Evie waved me off and as I walked through the kitchen, Big E saluted me.
Taking a deep breath, I walked in the crisp fall air, smiling like a twitterpated teen.
Deep down, I was excited for Friday night. A real date. With Frank.
I bet Matthew would like him.
That thought brought me back to earth. I needed to get to know more about Frank before I introduced them.
I’m not a moron, I can’t bring just anyone to meet my son.
“Mom!” Matthew ran over, wrapping his arms around me. “Can we have fries for dinner?”
“Only fries?”
“Yeah! With cheese and gravy.”
“Ah.” I laughed. “American poutine.”
“Why’s it American?”
“Canadians use cheese curds.” I took his hand as we walked towards the apartment. “How was school?”
“It was great!” He bounced. “Doc played kickball with us.”
“That’s cool.”
“Mom.” He stopped walking. “It was epic!”
“Sorry, buddy, I misunderstood the coolness value.”
“You know Doc would be a good dad.” He nodded. “He’s old but not too old.”
“Define too old?”
“You know, like grandpa.”
Whew.
“What’s the plan for Saturday?”
“It’s a surprise, Mom.” He sighed. “You’re gonna have to trust me.”
I’ve heard that before, though not from him.
He pulled out his key and unlocked the door for us to go inside, and then Matthew disappeared into his room. I went into my room and stripped down to shower. No matter how short or long my shift is, it always felt good to wash off the day.
I heard him yelling at his TV and knew he was playing a video game, which gave me time to decompress before dinner.
Being a single mom wasn’t bad, though there were times I wished I had a partner to share the load with. For the most part, my son was a good kid. I didn’t need to worry about him breaking rules or doing something crazy.
Thankfully he was more like me than Greg.
Turning on the water, I thought about what my sister said about telling Matt he had siblings, and I knew in my heart she wasn’t wrong.
But my concern was how he would take the news.
I made quick work of my shower and after I got out; I braided my hair before slipping into my comfy jammies. Padding through the apartment, I went and stretched out on the couch to watch some TV before cooking dinner.
The night went by how it usually did. We ate, watched some TV together and then I tucked him in for the night.
I saw the dress Evie got me hanging on the back of my bedroom door and I moved the plastic cover to look it over. It was exactly what she said. A sexy black dress. And the matching undergarments were soft and lacy.
This was a fuck me dress if I ever saw one. Which was exactly what I wanted Friday night.
I pulled the plastic down over it and crawled into bed playing my favorite crossword game when the notification from Frank popped up.
Thinking about you
Oh yeah?
Changing your mind about Friday?
Hell no
Are you?
No.
It feels so far away
Even though it’s only 4 days
I’ll be honest
I’m feelin like a pervert
LOL
What? You want a booby pic?
if I say yes will you send me a booby pic?
Sure
Hell yeah I want a booby pic!
* picture of a Blue Footed Booby*
Tease!
Who? Me?
I think you need your ass spanked again
Think so?
Oh. Yeah.
You trying to scare me?
Nope.
Stating facts.
Pfft. Who’s teasing who now?
My phone rang and I couldn’t stop smiling. “Hello?”
“You don’t think I’ll spank your luscious ass again?”
I laughed. “Awww, is your fragile male ego hurting?”
Frank growled into the phone. “Baby, there ain’t a damn thing fragile on me.”
My cheeks burned, and I snuggled down in bed. “I have to agree.”
“Edith.”
“Francis.” I giggled.
“Sweetheart, you’re mine Friday night.”
“Oh, now you’re gonna threaten me?”
“Only with a good time, baby.”
I lowered my voice. “The last time I’d been spanked I was nine.”
“Are you joking?”
I snorted into the phone. “Two rabbis, sweets.”
“Damn. No one else spanked you?”
“Hell no. High school boys don’t know shit about sex.” I laughed.
“True.”
“Why is it I can picture you all puffed up and proud?”
Frank’s soft laugh made me smile bigger. “Because I am?”
Laughing, I got out of bed and shut off the lights, and closed my door.
“What are you doing, baby?” His voice deepened, making me shiver.
“Getting ready for bed.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
“Wish I was there.” He sighed.
Taking a deep breath, I whispered. “Me too.”
“I made reservations at the country club for dinner and then I got a room at the Triton Falls Plaza for later.”
“Shit.” I grumbled.
“What?”
“Now I have to put out!” I laughed, and he joined me.
“Hell, if it was that easy, I’d have tried that weeks ago.” He joked.
“I bet.”
“Edie? You’re not easy. And you sure as hell aren’t some conquest.” His voice sounded sincere. “You deserve to have a man chase you and prove his worth.”
My eyes burned with tears, and I fake yawned. “See you for breakfast?”
“You know it.”
“G’night, Frank.”
“Night, baby.”
We hung up, and I played around with my camera. I knew he wasn’t saying what he thought I wanted to hear. Big E was right. Frank was a genuine good guy.
When I felt I finally got a picture that I thought looked good of my face and cleavage, I sent it to him, put my phone on the charger and snuggled down in bed.
I just found the sweet spot to fall asleep when my phone rang. Groaning, I rolled over and saw the picture I took of Frank when he wasn’t looking. “Frank?”
His soft moan filled my ear as I listened to him heavy breathing. “You send me that before bed and think I can fall asleep now?”
“What …” I took a deep breath and played along. “What are you doing, baby?”
He purred into the phone, and I felt my pussy clench. “I’m thinkin’ ‘bout my girl.”
“Yeah? You got a girl?”
“Mm-hmm. She’s curvy, with tits that make my mouth water and a pussy I could eat all day.”
Moaning softly, I slid down in bed. “Maybe she’ll let you do that again.”
“No maybes.” I heard a soft, fapping sound.
Holy shit! He’s jacking off!
“She’ll be sittin’ on my face Friday until I drown in her sweet honey.”
“Oh god, Frank.” I moaned softly.
Who knew phone sex could be a turn on?
“Are you touchin’ your sweet pussy? Thinking about me like I am you?”
“Do … do you want me to?”
“Oh yeah. Slide your fingers through your lips and then taste them. Tell me how you taste tonight.”
I’m stuck between wanting to try what he’s telling me and just playing along. I’ve never done anything like this before, and I feel deliciously naughty with his voice guiding me. My hands trembled as I reached for my earbuds and put one in, setting my phone on the pillow by my head.
I slid my hands under the covers and pushed my underwear and pants down, then spread my legs. Doing as Frank said when my fingers pushed between my puffy lips, I shivered and then dipped into my core, feeling my wetness. Moaning, I brought my finger to my mouth.
“Tangy. Sweet.” My voice was breathless.
“Mmm, yeah. I love how you taste. I would have my mouth open so I could lick you and push my tongue inside you, lapping at your honey.”
“Oh god.” I trembled again.
“Keep touching yourself, baby.” He groaned. “Play with me.”
“I … I love how thick you are, and how you feel inside me.” I had trouble catching my breath. “Your hands and your …”
“Say it, baby.” His breathing hitched. “Let me hear that mouth say it.”
“Cock.” I whispered. “Frank, your cock is so thick, and your cum tastes so good.”
“You like sucking my cock?”
“Mm-hm. I like seeing the pleasure on your face.”
“Yeah, baby.” He moaned. “I’m so close, I’m fucking my fist, remembering your soft, wet pussy gripping me tight.”
“You made me orgasm.” I moaned softly as my fingers worked between teasing my clit and feeling how wet my hole was.
“More than once.” He panted faster.
“I lost track of that after the first one.” My fingers were busy working my clit, and with my eyes closed, I remembered the feel of his hands on my body. “Never had that before.”
“I promise you’ll always have them now.”
“Oh, Frank.” I moaned and trembled on my bed. “I wish I could watch you.”
His breathing stopped. “You wanna watch me jack off?”
“I think it’s sexy.”
“For you, baby, I’ll give you a show.” He groaned. “I’ll give you anything you want. ‘cept another man. I don’t share.”
“Oh, god, Frank!” I bit my lip to stifle my next moan.
His voice flowed into my ear. “Come for me.”
“Frank!” I whisper-yelled and my legs closed around my hand.
I heard him stroking himself faster. It sounded like his hand was flying on his cock.
“It’s your turn, Frank.” I moaned for him. “Come for me.”
“I’d love to come all over those gorgeous tits.”
“Play your cards right, and you can.”
“Fuck. Edith.” He groaned, and I heard him struggling to breathe. “Baby!”
For a few minutes, we sat in silence, just trying to catch our breath.
His rich chuckle filled my ear. “Thank you, baby.”
“Thank you too.” I giggled.
“I’ll see you in my dreams, Edie.”
“Meet you there.”
We hung up again, and I unplugged my earbuds, putting them away before finding a new sweet spot. This time, I wrapped my arms around the pillow he slept on, inhaling his scent as I drifted to sleep.