“Well, are you going to come clean up your mess so we can do it all over again?” I ask.
The shower is barely on before he’s on his knees doing just that before filling me up again.
My hair is wet,and my panties are missing. I make a note to take a ride share the next time I come to Avalon. Driving after a long fucking session is not ideal.
Ben looks like a hot, disheveled mess as we stand in the parking garage.
“You know, I think I can help you tick more things off your list, along with doing your favorites,” he suggests.
“Are you just wanting to see my list again so you know what grade you got?” I tease.
“Am I that transparent?”
“It’s cute.”
“So, does that mean you’re open to seeing me again at Avalon?”
“Yes, and maybe if you’re really good, I’ll show you my revised list.”
He clutches his heart and leans down, kissing me softly. He watches me get into my car and doesn’t head to his own until I’m out of the parking garage.
I feel boneless, satisfied, and a bunch of other words that I’m not sure encompass exactly how tonight went.
I loved it, definitely a 10/10, though I think I’ll hold on to that secret for a while. It’s a bit jarring of how much I loved it even though I also really love being on the opposite side too.
Can I both yearn for control and love when it’s out of my hands? Is it really possible to enjoy being in both positions so much? Granted, when I’m the more submissive one I’m open to more roughness, but I’m not sure that I could do that to someone like Ben.
What we had was the perfect medium, and it has me more excited to explore even more things at Avalon. Especially with Ben.
Safe, non-complicated sex where I can figure out what I want with no strings attached. It’s the perfect situation and I can’t help but to feel like I made the right call going to Avalon.
I’m finally living for me, and even as the high from tonight wanes, I feel happiness for the direction my life is taking.
For the first time in a long time, I’m not living for anyone but myself, and it feels like the best years are in front of me, not behind me.
9
MONOZYGOTIC NIGHTMARE
All I did was heelmy shoes off before plopping on the couch.
Tonight was an absolute shit show. We truly need to get some more dependable boat captains. Frank has called out at least once a month for the past three months, and it’s usually Ben or myself who has to pick up the slack.
I rarely mind, but tonight’s bachelorette party went off the absolute fucking rails. Had women throwing up off the side of the boat, and two of the women had to be pulled off one another during a drunken fight.
I won’t say I’m getting too old for this shit, because I refuse. Thirty-five is the new twenty-five and I stand by that. However, I’m exhausted and that one spot on my lower back has been killing me lately. I’ll have to book a massage and get that knot taken care of in these next two weeks.
Not having the desire to get up and make my way to my room, I grab the remote and put on a background show and shut my eyes. Just a quick nap, once Ben gets home I’ll wake up and crawl my ass into the shower and get to bed.
When I glance at my phone, I notice he hasn’t messaged me and it’s pretty late. Maybe he found something fun to do tonight at Avalon—lucky bastard.
It feels like we’ve been working so hard these past six months to make the businesses work. Getting the club set up has been a massive undertaking. I thought I’d hate the responsibility, but I’ve actually loved it, even if I am bone ass fucking tired right now. It’s all worth it, being able to work with my brother and have our own thing. I’m sure it’s not what our parents envisioned for us, but they still seem proud. Their approval isn’t something I personally seek, but I know that it’s important to Ben.
My eyes slowly shut, my phone resting on top of my chest as the front door opens. I blink lazily as Ben comes into the living room. He doesn’t take a seat, and he just paces over by the TV. He looks a little manic, and his hair seems like it's wet, which is unusual, it wasn’t raining outside.
“I thought we gave up coke after you nearly drowned,” I say, and he stops moving and glances down at me, his hand rubbing the back of his neck.
“I’m not on anything.”
