I have nothing to say to that except to maybe tell him I wouldn’t keep either of them from the happiness we could all have. It would be strange and take a lot of adjusting and working at it, but I care for them both. Why would I try to keep them apart?
Before I get the chance to tell him any of that, he goes on dejectedly, “I thought you were as good as dead, Cas.”
“I was.”I was.
“Then you show up, centuries later, with a gorgeous girl on your arm, smiling like a loon,” he grins. “I would do anything to make sure that happiness is not taken from you. You may just have to… share some of your joy with me,” he smirks.
I breathe a sigh of relief. Having Fritz here has lifted much of the invisible weight off my chest. “I have missed you, friend,” I tell him earnestly.
“Likewise, Cas. Now let’s go educate you on the 18th, 19th, 20th, and 21st century. Only the important stuff. Indoor plumbing, modern politics, the MCU,” he pauses to think, “Oh! The invention of the dildo.”
I huff out a laugh before telling him I know plenty about that last one, thanks to Bel.
“JesusChrist,Cas. You shouldn’t tell me that. Fuck, I already wanna do vile things to her. Now the thoughts of her fucking herself on a fake dick are never gonna go away,” he groans.
Trying to keep my tone light despite the rising heat in my body I ask, craving the answer, “What kind of vile things?”
“Do not toy with me. That’s your girl and you said no. It’s true that I can’t help but flirt, but I wouldnotgo so blatantly against your wishes,” he points a finger at me.
As he unlocks the key to his home and I enter, I murmur, “She seems very intrigued by the idea,” with a shrug. I pretend the thought is only occurring to me. As if I haven’t been considering it nonstop since last night.
He groans even louder, “Bro, you’re killing me.”
“Answer the question,” I demand gently, sitting on the couch. Ordering Fritz around comes naturally to me, and his obeying is the sweetest surrender.
“Fine,” he starts pacing, waving around his hands as he confesses, “Last night when you guys got back, and you had her panties in your pocket, both of you looked and smelled like sex on legs. Even after she changed into sweats, the scent of that sweet pussy kept creeping up on me.
“All I could think about is bending her over the couch and pounding into her while she choked on your cock. I wondered what kind of sounds she’d make, if she’d cry from overstimulation.” I smile at the memory of her doing just that. Her tearsweregorgeous. “You fucker, I see that face.”
I grin wider, just to spite him, “She’s beautiful when she cries, but she isetherealwhen she comes.” I have to spread my legs to relieve the pressure at the thought, and it doesn’t go unnoticed. I probably shouldn’t entertain this alone with Fritz, but I get the feeling that he doesn’t really want to play without her either.
“I wanna lick her little cunt while you pin her legs wide open for me,” he blurts, eyes fixed on the very obvious reaction his imagery is causing, “I want to tie her to the bed and let her watch us.” His eyes dart back up to mine, “Fuck, she wants to watch us together so bad, Cas.”
“She does,” I agree. Her face always gives her away, “but it has to be about her. She needs to have control and freedom to feel safe. We can… suggest it, but we follow her lead no matter what.”
“Obviously,” he tsks. “I only want to give her what she wants. And what I want. And I guess you can have what you want, too. Win, win, win.”
“We will bring up the ideadelicately,” I reiterate, and he nods. “Okay, great. Now can we talk about something else? I can’t think about this any longer or I’ll storm down there and grab her right now.”
“Absolutely,” he tries to shake the growing tension from his body, “I’m assuming you have another dress for her to wear tonight, yeah?”
“Of course, I do.”
“Okay, then as long as it’s dropped off within the next six hours, she’s good to go.” He walks toward the kitchen, and I pop up off the couch.
“Six hours?” He must be joking.
“She’s getting pampered from head to toe, with half an hour or so where she can just lounge in a private heated tub with music and dim lighting. That gives you six hours to study up on what you’ve missed. Let’s start with the fucking demon hunters.”
He drones on and on for what feels like an eternity. He tells me about the hunters growing exponentially over the last couple of centuries due to some magic they discovered. Then something about a demon he knows that started an organization to counteract their reach. Ammon? Aimon? I don’t fucking remember.
At some point during the day, he escapes for a while, explaining he needs to check in on how one of his proteges is doing for their first shift on the floor. While he’s gone, Norman arrives to deliver the dress and shoes to Bel for us.
The only part of thehomeworkFritz left me I find even a little bit appealing is the movies. If I remember right, Bel had a couple of these on her shelves. Although I hardly understand how two friends having a little tiff constitutes being called aCivil War.
When Fritz returns andfinallyinforms me it’s time to go, I nearly run to grab my best clothing and ready myself for seeing ou— my girl. Walking down, I notice that he dressed similarly extravagant, and I can’t wait to see how she feels about all the attention she’s about to receive.
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