Beau
“Oh, yeah! Right there, Beau! Don’t stop!” Christie cries out as her thighs squeeze my head. It’s like a damn vice grip, but I don’t care. As long as she gets off, I’m happy.
After her body calms down, I move from between her legs and lay next to her.
“Damn, Beau,” she says in a satisfied moan. “I swear you’re getting better at that every single time.”
No, I just pay attention to what you like. It’s not rocket science.
All I say is, “You gave me some great head. I figured it was only right for me to return the favor.”
She wears a huge smile as she turns to face me. “Well, mission accomplished.”
We stay here, breathless for a couple of minutes, not saying a word. It’s not awkward, but I wouldn’t describe it as comfortable either.
This is when having a real, genuine connection with someone would come in handy. We could cuddle, talk, and eventually drift off to sleep.
But it’s Christie. None of those things are going to happen, so I roll out of bed and look for my clothes.
“Do you want to stay?” Christie asks.
I stop what I’m doing to look at her. It takes about ten seconds before both of us bust out laughing.
“Good one,” I tell her.
Still giggling, she says, “That dick and tongue of yours are so good it may be worth it to have you stay the night to get it again in the morning.”
“I have to be at the shop early,” I lie
“Yeah, I have an early morning too.” She plays with a lock of her blonde hair.
As I lean down to kiss her on the cheek, I say, “Call me later, okay?”
She smiles. “I definitely will.”
Grabbing my jacket, I head out the door, not bothering to put it on until I’m out in the cool night air. I’m so glad it’s finally feeling like Autumn outside. While I don’t mind Summer, the crispness of Fall is superior in my book.
Since it’s only a couple of blocks from my house to Christie’s, I’d decided to just walk. Now, I’m even more grateful for that because a walk always helps me clear my head.
My mother’s words ring in my mind. I think about how she said I’m avoiding relationships because I got my heart broken. That’s ridiculous. I’ve had relationships that did exist outside the bedroom. Maybe they weren’t all that serious, but that was more of a compatibility issue rather than my unwillingness to commit.
I sure as hell am not compatible with Christie. She’s the type of girl who only notices me now because I got more attractive. Back in high school, she just thought I was a nerd who wasn’t worth a second glance.
If she really got to know me, she’d realize I’m still a nerd at heart. That nerd just happened to finally grow into his looks.
All of that being said, I have no doubt that when the right girl comes along, I’ll be ready to commit. The girl who broke my heart all those years ago has absolutely no bearing on that.
I try not to let my mind even wander in that direction because I do not want to go down that road.
Soon enough, I walk through the front door of my house. It only takes a few seconds before I’m regretting not having Mom bring Mia home. It’s way too quiet without her here.
Oh well. Too late to go get her now. Not wanting the quiet to be too much, I immediately turn on my computer and get set up to play a video game. I have a new 3000 piece LEGO set waiting for me, but I’m tired, and I’m not sure I have the brain capacity for that right now.
After a quick change of clothes, I get comfortable with a Batman movie on TV and my video game on the computer. It may not seem like an exciting night to most, but it’s my favorite thing to do.
Five years ago, I would have been out at a club in a nearby town. I’d be dancing and going home with whatever chick would let me. I thought that was what I was supposed to be doing in my early twenties—despite the fact that I hated it.
Half of it was doing what I thought I was supposed to, and the other half was me trying to deal with the grief over losing my dad and brother. It took me a while, but finally, I realized life was too short to spend it doing shit that I hated.
