“You’re not dumb, sweetie. You’re just in love. But the good part is that Bridge probably loves you back, or at least appreciates you in some way. I mean, you said you’ve been dating for the last month, right?”
I nod, still sobbing piteously.
“Yes, that’s right.”
My friend rubs my back in soothing circles.
“So it can’t just be about the challenge for Bridge anymore. He wouldn’t have stayed this long if it was. He must genuinely like you.”
I shake my head.
“Bridge Jessop has stayed around because he’s getting hot sex for free from me. I let him use all my holes, Kaci! The things we’ve done! They’re so depraved they make me blush!”
But my friend isn’t thrown.
“No, there’s a lot of depravity in Vegas, and besides, you shouldn’t be embarrassed about what goes in the bedroom between the two of you. What’s important now is focusing on whereyouwant to go from here. Process your feelings. Remember how incredible it felt to be with Bridge, but also try and get to the bottom of this Mormon Challenge thing, because I’m pretty sure he fudged the truth. Then talk to him about it.”
I sniffle.
“You make it sound so easy.”
Kaci shakes her head, giving my hand a squeeze.
“It’s not easy, but I know you’ll figure it out, Renee. You’re a smart girl.”
That only makes me cry harder because everyone’s always telling me how smart I am. But if I’m so intelligent, then how did I wind up in this situation? After all, I hate to admit it, but it’s likely that Bridge lied. Kaci knows everything about Sanctuary, and my friend would know if there was something called the Mormon Dildo Challenge. So why did my lover lie to me then? Even more troubling, what do I do about it now?
7
Bridge
Isit on my couch, scrolling through my phone as some random sporting event plays on TV in the background. I think it’s soccer but I don’t give a rat’s ass about what it is. After all, I worked from home today, and it’s always tough to unwind when I don’t go into the office. There’s no separation between home and work otherwise, and my mind can’t shut off even though I’ve stepped away from my computer.
But Renee will be here soon, and as if on cue, my body begins to harden. Some deep, satisfying ass sex with my girlfriend will help me de-stress, and soon, all these problems will seem like a bad dream.
Plus, the last month has been fantastic. Renee is curvy, intelligent, devout, and a total slut in the sheets. The things this woman can do in the bedroom drive me wild in the best way possible because this girl is a pretzel, I swear. She showed me just the other day how she’s able to lick her own pussy. I kid you not. My woman’s so flexible that she can curl around on herself before going to town on that sopping slit with her tongue. I was so turned on watching the depravity that I came all over the zebra-print rug in her living room, and we had to throw it out afterwards.
But it’s not just the sex, to be honest. It’s every moment I get to spend with Renee because she’s passionate about her faith and her family, and she adores the outdoors. Hiking is a blast, even if it’s been way too hot recently to do much more than lounge about in bed together.
Then a knock sounds on the door, and I practically run to let Renee in, I’m that eager to see the gorgeous woman.
“You know you don’t have to knock,” I grin while swinging open the wide slab. “Mi casa es su casa, and you have a key, honey.” But Renee merely storms past me, her face red and puffy like she’s been crying. I pause. “What happened? What’s wrong? Are you okay?”
She whirls on me from the living room.
“No, I’m not okay!” the curvy girl screams.
I go still, totally astonished, but choose not to react impulsively. Instead, I shut the door and follow her into the living room before looking her way. At this point, Renee’s pacing in front of the couch in a frenzy with her curly brown locks practically zinging from her head to form an agitated corona.
“Tell me what’s going on, sweetheart. I can help.”
Renee turns to stares at me, her chest heaving. She looks me up and down, and then fury fills her eyes again. Yet, she’s silent.
“Renee, please, talk to me,” I say in a low tone. “Did someone hurt you? I swear, I’ll smash their head in if they did.”
That makes her go red in the face.
“Youdid!You’rethe one who’s hurt me!”