I don't want to be played like that. My emotions can't handle it. I want a man, a partner, a lover for forever, but I'm not sure Major is really ready to commit to me. He just met me.
"I can see I've scared you," Major says.
"Yeah," I say, reaching for my bra and tank top, "you have. I mean, Major, for the record my last name is Griffin. And what's yours?”
"Major," he says, "I'm Mike Major."
"Right? See, that's even worse. I didn't know your first name."
"Well now you do," he says, "and I know you like sucking my cock the same way I like sucking your tits. I don't want this to stop."
"Well, I don't either, but you can't just tell a girl you've just met that you want her to have your baby and expect her to think it's a normal thing. It's crazy. It's..." Flustered, I reach for my jeans and slide them up over my big curvy hips. I feel incredible and overwhelmed and terrified.
"You don't have to go," he says. "It doesn't have to be like this."
"You're right. I don't have to go, but I want to because I'm confused and overwhelmed and…" I shake my head. "Mike Major, I don't get it. We were having a good time. And then you tell me you want me to basically, I don't know, be your baby mama? You want to breed me?" I flip my hands up in the air. "I don't know what to do with that."
"Then stay here and think about it," he says.
"No, I just... I'm going to go. This is too much."
He reaches for a pair of sweats and tugs them on. And by the time I meet him in the living room, he's raking a hand through his hair, the hair I just ran my fingers through.
I close my eyes. "Thanks for everything."
"You mean for the sugar?" he asks. He's grabbed the measuring cup and hands it to me. "This is what you were really after, right? And I just fucked it all up by telling you what I wanted."
Not even knowing how to respond, I open his front door and walk across the street to my house.
"Molly!" he calls after me, but I don't turn. I'm freaking the fuck out.
I march up the stairs to my apartment. I close my door, locking it, and press my back against it. I'm still holding the cup of sugar.
Groaning, I sink to the floor. My whole body is still on fire, lit up from the inside out. I'm not wearing any panties—a thought that both thrills and terrifies me. Major knows what he wants.
I feel incredible and scared at the same time. Scared mostly.
I set the sugar on the kitchen table, and I turn on the hot water in my shower. Maybe if I clear my head, I can sort through my thoughts.
But even after the scalding hot shower, I don't feel that much better. I put on cozy pajamas and my slippers and decide to go to the balcony on the back of the garage apartment that is facing Todd and Jane's backyard. I pour myself a big glass of white wine and open the screen door, sitting on the little chair out there to get some fresh air.
I'm glad I'm not facing Mike Major's house because that would be torture, thinking about him over there. Me not being there. Ugh.
I take a sip of the wine, needing my nerves to calm because I'm so spun up. We were having the most incredible time, he and I, touching and feeling and licking.
And even now the memory of it has my skin hot and bothered, my pussy wet, my nipples hard. He was so chiseled. He was so capable. He was literally everything. Funny and sweet and in need of some tender loving care. That kitchen was pitiful. I don't know if he's ever made a homecooked meal there. He needs a woman, a wife.
I freeze, hearing something. It's Todd and Jane in the backyard sitting on their patio furniture. They don't know I'm up here able to hear them. I take a drink of my wine, not wanting to overhear them but it's actually impossible. Their voices are getting louder, more agitated.
"I'm so sick of our arguments," Todd says. "You're never here. And when you are, it's like I'm fucking invisible."
"Well, I never wanted to marry you in the first place, and then we had the kids and I just feel stuck with you. This is going to be my life forever. God, I'm so tired of it. I just want to move back to Connecticut with my family."
"Fine," Todd says. "Take the kids and go. See if I care."
"You are seriously the shittiest father of all time," Jane says. "You say all of this so flippantly, like it doesn't matter to you."