17. No. 24 Multiple orgasms #2
“Nina’s.” Cas yawns.
“You guys are doing sleepovers now?"
“Well, we did last night but I doubt I’ll be invited back because my phone started blaring at six a.m. because my best friend couldn’t wait to tell me she got some.” Cas gives me a flat look, which I return in kind.
“It’s eight a.am.”
“Whatever.” They wave a hand dismissively. “So, how was the sex?”
“Ah-maze-ing,” I groan. “Oh my god, he made me come twice.”
“And that’s a new thing for you?”
“Yes, normally once I’m done, I’m done, you know?”
“Sure, sure, sure. So, August has mystical orgasm summoning powers, huge tick in his favour. What else?”
“Cas,” I say seriously. “He’s huge.”
They pause for a moment, one brow hiking up sceptically. “How huge?”
“Insanely.”
“Get it girl,” a voice that’s not Cas calls over the line.
“Thanks Nina,” I say sweetly.
“As big as Big Ben?” Cas asks, referencing the largest of the dildos they’d gifted me.
“Cas, it was a freaking Pringles can!”
Cas’s other eyebrow joins the first, a beat of silence as they raise a hand to their collar and clutch at imaginary pearls. “Oh my.”
There’s a little shuffling and then a mop of curls enters the frame, Nina’s pretty face joining them. “Are you exaggerating?” I wince and shake my head slowly. “Holy shit, are you okay?”
I wiggle a little and, oh yeah, I’ll be feeling that for a while. I’m definitely sore and the stretch is still lingering hours after August vacated the premises. “You know how John Wayne used to walk like he still had a horse between his legs?”
Nina throws her head back and laughs, Cas snorts so hard they start chocking on their own laughter.
“I think my gait may be changed for life,” I continue, giggling along with them. “What am I going to do if this thing ends between us? Anyone else down there won’t make an impression, it’ll be like threading a knitting needle through a hula hoop!”
Both of them are falling about laughing and I flop back on my pillow, joining them, feeling so bloody good sharing with my friend and their—admittedly awesome—girlfriend.
We talk for a while before I realise how much time has flown by and I need to get up and washed before August comes back.
We say our goodbyes, both of them offering condolences for my ruined-for-anyone-else pussy.
I take the quickest shower ever, keeping my hair out of the spray so I don’t have to bother drying it, and contemplate putting my pyjamas back on with a fresh pair of fluffy socks.
But I had actually planned on opening the café up again today and am already late to do so, so I pull on my jean shorts and my ‘Be Kind and Read Smutty Books’ t-shirt, tying it with a hair band at the hem to cinch it in.
I have several t-shirts that mention smut or the kinkier side of my reading habits, and I’d refrained from wearing them, worried I’d scandalise the village made up of more retirees than people my age.
But Ruth visits me as often as she can, and the woman says things that make me blush, so I figure there’s no harm.
Heathcliff sits on my kitchen counter, glaring at me when I get downstairs, a little more pep in my step than I had yesterday. “I’m sorry,” I tell him with a tickle behind his silky ear. “I’ll feed you now, okay?”
He meows, clearly still unhappy with the disruption to his morning and I go about preparing his food, placing the bowl down on his mat as he weaves between my feet, easily forgiving me now he has sustenance.
I’m starving, so I toast some bread and a bagel, getting the crumpets ready, just in case, and I pull all the bits I need from the fridge.
I see August leaving his house through my kitchen window and I have the door open for him before he can knock.
Darcy yaps happily, clearly very excited about visiting and goes straight to Heathcliff’s cat tree to sniff around.
August kisses me as soon as he’s in the door and my body tingles in a way I’ve never experienced before.
I want to kiss him every moment of every day, and the thought scares me as much as it excites me.
We make ourselves plates of breakfast, me choosing my bagel with brie and honey and August refusing to try mint sauce on his toast, instead just slathering marmalade on the slice like boring is the new cool. I make him an americano and myself a flat white and we sit on the sofa.
“I was thinking,” August says, licking marmalade from his lips and making me want to lean forward and taste it from him too.
“Hmm,” I sound distractedly.
“I want to help you with your list.”
“My list?”
“Your bucket list.”
“My Fuck-It list,” I correct.
“Sure, that.”
“Okay,” I say slowly.
“Not everything, obviously. But there were some things I thought I could help with.”
I give him a suspicious eye. “The butt stuff?”
He chokes on a bite of toast, coughing and spluttering over his laugh and I pat his back with a smirk. “Jesus, Bea.”
“Sorry,” I lie. “Also, I hate to disappoint you, but there’s no way you’re coming near my butt with that.” I point to his crotch, and he shakes his head again, smiling at my joking.
He places his plate on the coffee table. “Would you be surprised to learn that you’re not the first person to tell me that this week?” He turns in his seat to face me, stretching his arm along the back of the couch. As soon as we’re no longer eating, Darcy chooses to join us on the cushions.
I can see August is about to tell him to get off, so I wrap my arms around Darcy’s furry neck and hug him to me.
The dog is nuzzling his snout into my neck and wagging his tail happily, which happens to slap his master’s thigh over and over.
“And who, may I ask,” I say, “have you been offering your…assets to?”
“Eli,” he says with a nod. “But I wasn’t so much offering as he was pre-emptively telling me it wouldn’t happen.”
“Sure, sure, sure.” I nod and take an obnoxiously loud slurp of coffee.
“Anyway,” he chuckles. “What I’m trying to ask, is if you would mind me helping out with some of the items on your list?
I don’t want to overstep or insert myself into something that’s not for me to be a part of.
” The hand not on the back of the couch comes to my thigh, squeezing gently in a way that seems to say he really wants to help but won’t be offended if I don’t want it.
The fact he’s asking me and not just jumping in to make plans for me gives me the warm and gooeys.
I lean in, pursing my lips for a kiss and he bends to meet me, kissing me with a smile over Darcy’s head.
When we part, Heathcliff meows and jumps up to join this little nest, climbing up to wrap himself around the back of August’s neck.
I feel it again, butterflies rising in my stomach.
“I would love your help.”