Ava may act likes she’s butt hurt, but when Beatrice offers the house pie, you snap that shit up quick like. It’s the best pie in town, and you’re lucky if you get a slice.
Her daughter makes them, but only a couple times a week. When she does, they normally don’t last long. She must have dropped some off today.
Beatrice looks to me. “You want a slice as well, sweetie?”
“You know I do.” I smile. There’s no way I’m not going to act grateful for the slice of heaven that she’s about to grace us with.
“Are y’all getting your usual as well?” she asks.
We both answer with a “Yes” and she walks away to submit our orders.
Ava giggles, and I look over to see her looking at her lap, the scowl she wore before gone.
I kick her underneath the table. “Hey, what are looking at over there?”
She lifts her phone and shows me the screen. I choke out a laugh at the picture I see, then narrow my eyes and lean closer.
“Holy mother of hell,” I say in awe, twisting my head to the side, completely amazed. “I’ve never seen one so big before.”
“I know, right! He’s fucking massive!” She tries to take the phone back from me, but I grab her wrist, stopping her.
“How the hell does a girl fit that in her? It’s got to be fake. Wait! Is this one of your guys?”
“Yep,” she chirps proudly, a big grin crossing her face. “It’s very real, and feels phenomenal. It takes time for that bad boy to slide inside, but it’s worth every tortured second.”
I run my eyes back over the huge man on the screen. And when I say huge, I don’t mean the size of his body, I mean the size of his dick. It’s got to be at least twelve inches in length, and the size of my forearm. Even I’m scared of someone that size, and I’ve had a wide variety of dicks.
Through all this, it wasn’t his dick size that made me laugh, but the Santa gear he’s wearing. He’s leaning back against a headboard with the Santa suit jacket wide open, displaying all his manly goods, and a wide happy smile on his face. He has a candy cane hanging out of his mouth, and is wearing a Santa hat on his head. What’s so funny is the Santa hat perched on the tip of a mammoth-sized dick.
I don’t even need to ask. I know this is some weird role-play thing Ava and this guy did, but she enlightens me anyway.
“I caught Santa dropping off gifts and seduced him,” she supplies, a glazed look in her eyes. “It just so happened that he had a bag full of naughty toys.”
I laugh and push her phone away. She giggles, and after looking at the screen longingly for several more seconds, she sets the device down on the table, just as Beatrice walks up with a pot of tea and two Italian subs.
We eat, and I listen to her talking about mundane things that have happened recently. My mind keeps wandering back to last night, to what happened between Blue and me, and my conversation with Nathan outside my apartment. A weight settles in my chest once again at knowing Blue and I can never have something real. He’s made me feel more than anyone has before, and I want so badly to explore it, see where it could go. He settles the erratic need I constantly have by just a touch. Even after I have sex, the need still lingers. But with Blue, the pain and restless need I constantly feel recedes, like being with him completely satisfies my urges. I still want him when we’re finished, but it’s not a painful need. His touch is magic, but I know it won’t last. It can’t. I’m defective.
“So, what happened last night?” Ava asks, pulling me back to the present.
I shake my head and push back the images of Blue’s hands on me. I drop my half-eaten sandwich on my plate, my appetite suddenly gone.
“Nothing,” I lie. I really don’t want to talk about Blue. I’m trying to forget about him, and I know if I tell Ava what’s going on, she’ll force me to talk. “I went home with a guy last night, like usual.”
She looks at me with suspicion, and I hold her stare, not giving anything away.
“You normally tell us when you’re leaving, and who you’re leaving with. You didn’t last night.”
“It was a spur-of-the-moment thing. We left out the back door. I didn’t have time to tell y’all.”
She doesn’t believe me. I can tell by the way her eyes narrow. Ava is one of my closest friends, and I normally don’t keep stuff from her, but I’m still not changing my story. I’m already in a rotten mood, and talking about it will only make it worse. I need to accept my sorry fate, before I can share it with anyone else.
She must sense my determination to keep my mouth shut, because she lets it go and changes the subject, but not to one much better.
“What time are we meeting at Blackie’s tonight?” she asks.
“I’m not going to Blackie’s tonight.”
“Oh?” Her eyebrows raise to hide under her bangs. “You want to go to that new place down on Henderson Street? I’m sure you’re running out of options at Blackie’s.”