His eyes lit up. “That’s what was at the bottom of the bag.” He mopped the cum from his belly button with the teddy as well.
“I would’ve got you something for that,” I said.
“It’s okay, this one is already dirty,” he said. “Needs tobe washed.”
“Dirty?”
“Yeah,” he giggled, pulling at a torn bottom area of the teddy. “Sometimes I’ll... go inside it.” His face blushed—or the light or even the makeup were making his face extra red.
“You’re so fucking cute.”
7. CASPIAN
I never expected the connection we’d have. He liked cookie dough ice cream, and that was my favorite. It wasn’t the only thing that told me we belonged together, but it was a start. It was one day, and it was one date, and then the roommates were coming home, and he wanted to leave before they got here—something about not wanting to make a scene, and I could feel that. But we’d cuddled, kissed, and it was perfect.
Tobias and Keaton arrived, stomping up the stairs and giggling. They thought Rick—a.k.a. Daddy—was going to be here, but he wasn’t. In fact, he was right about leaving when he did.
“Oh my god,” Toby said when he saw me, sprawled out on a beanbag in a crop top and hot pants—my body temp was way up after cuddles. “You had sex.”
“Not in the lounge,” Keaton said, coming in behind.
“No, jeez, not in here,” I said.
“So, you did!” Toby said, bumping hips with Keaton. “You owe me ten bucks.”
“You bet on it?” I asked, putting the picture book down. Struggling to get off the beanbag, as usual, I landed with a crash on my knees. “What was the bet?”
“I didn’t think you’d fuck,” Keaton said.
“I knew you would.” Toby snort-laughed. “It’s what I’d do.”
“Take it you cleaned your room, then,” Keaton nagged.
I was freshly played with and laid, so whatever they had to say was going right over my head. “We had dinner together, and then we had—fun.” I giggled. “So, where did you two go?”Keaton was now glaring at Toby, as if they weren’t going to tell me. “Oh my god. Tell me.”
“We went skating,” Toby said.
Keaton whacked his arm.
“You bitches, I love ice skating,” I said, pouting at them. It wasn’t that serious, but we were playful like that. “Did you see any hot skaters?”
“The sharks were just finished training,” Keaton said. “So we got a glimpse of them. Plus, they’ve just recruited some guy who was in the NHL.”
“Yeah, Reid Slayton,” Toby said. “He’s hot. Did you see those players making eyes at him?”
“Not everyone is gay,” Keaton said.
He laughed. “Everyone has a little gay in them. It’s called bisexuality.”
“And you’d go with a girl?” I asked, looking him up and down as he was hand on hip with it popped out all sassy.
“I’d marry one,” Toby said. “But not sexually. Romantically, I’d date a woman, but in the end it’s a Daddy I need. So yeah, I’m probably ninety percent need a man, ten percent could go for the other side.”
“I forgive you for skating without me,” I told them. “At least it wasn’t paint and sip.” That was our favorite thing to do together as a public platonic trio.
We were all very gay, and very much looking for Daddies, but he was right. I would date a woman romantically, but as a best friend. I couldn’t imagine sleeping with a woman, unless sharing a bed platonically counted. I wanted to keep pushing the convo and keep it away from me and Daddy Rick—but they weren’t having that.
I told them almost everything before we had to be in bed. Daddy messaged me, reminding me to brush my teeth and put the teddy in the laundry. It gave me butterflies. I felt like I was glowing—or like I’d applied too much highlight to my temple area.
