Fulfillment

by Golland, K. M.

  She laughed and mumbled something to herself as she headed upstairs.

  “Now where were we? Oh yeah, the boy who farted.” He chuckled again, so I glared at him. “What you are referring to is the mnemonic for the notes and spaces on the treble clef. It’s actually more commonly known as ‘Every Good Boy Does Fine’.” Oh, Alexis you stupid, stupid idiot.

  “Oh,” I giggled. “Fair enough.”

  He continued on and cleared up the basics of sheet music including the time signature, measures, and half, quarter and whole notes.

  Before I knew it I was strumming notes in rhythm and in beat, tapping my foot as I went.

  “You’re actually a quick learner, Alexis.”

  “Thank you. I might get my mnemonics mixed up but I recover gracefully.”

  “You do,” he smiled.

  “What’s the time?” I asked as I didn’t have my watch on.

  “Nearly a quarter past one.”

  “Shit! That went quick. Luce should be back soon to take me to my appointment. I’m getting this horrid thing off today.” I pointed to my cast. “Do you want a drink or anything?” I went to get up.

  “Yeah, but I’ll get it. Can I get you one?”

  “Yes, please. Just some water is fine.”

  He headed over to the bar to pour us a drink.

  Just as I was thinking Lucy better hurry up, my phone rang. I hopped over to my bag to fish it out and speaking of the devil, it was Lucy.

  “Hey, where are you?”

  “I’m stuck in traffic. A truck lost its load on the Bolte Bridge. Shit! I’m not going to be able to get you to your appointment on time. I’m so sorry.”

  “Don’t worry, it can’t be helped. I’ll just ask Danny to take me or get a taxi. It’s no big deal. I’d better go and organise it though, so I’m not late. I’ll see you when I get home.”

  I hung up and flicked through my phone in search of Danny’s number.

  “Is everything all right?” Derek asked as he handed me my glass of water.

  “Lucy is stuck in traffic and can’t take me to my appointment. So I need to track down Danny and see if he is available.” I found his number and went to press dial.

  “Never mind Danny. I’ll take you.”

  “Don’t be silly. I’m sure Danny can quickly drop me off and pick me up later.”

  “Alexis, it’s fine. It really isn’t a big deal. And anyway, I’ve got nothing better to do.”

  I stewed on it for a second. “Well, if you really don’t mind then thanks, I appreciate it.”

  “Okay, let’s go then,” he swung his keys round his finger. “Hope you’ve got a helmet.”

  “What?” I shrieked.

  “My ride is a Harley.”

  “Absolutely no fucking way. Thanks for the offer, but I humbly decline.” I went to dig my phone back out of my bag.

  “I’m kidding,” he joked, and he gently placed his hand on the small of my back as I hobbled past him on my crutches and through the front door.

  ***

  Derek’s ride was actually a bright blue 2012 Ford Ranger, pretty much the perfect height for me to get in and out of without assistance.

  During the quick ride to the hospital, I’d found out that Derek and Bryce had gone to school together and that’s when they started up the band. Derek had also come from a wealthy family so to speak. However, he’d had no inclination to follow in his father’s footsteps as a shipping magnate. I’d also ascertained that he was single, and I could not wait to put my Alexis-matchmaking-skills into play. If my plan worked, Carly’s fiery hole would be doused sooner rather than later.

  We both took a seat in the waiting room of my surgeon’s consulting clinic. There were many other surgeons who practised at these particular offices and their patients were also waiting.

  “Thanks for doing this. Hopefully we don’t have to wait for long,” I said as I looked around the room.

  A doctor came out and announced a patient. “Asoka Andrews.”

  Derek scoffed under his breath. “Asoka?”

  I smiled at him strangely. “Yeah? I think that’s what he said, why?”

  “Isn’t that a character in Star Wars?” he explained.

  “Yeah, I think you’re right.” I laughed. “Ask Nate next time you see him, he’ll know.”

  “I will.”

  I leaned forward and picked up a magazine from the coffee table next to me. I needed something to keep my eyes focussed on for when I asked my next question. Match-maker Alexis was about to come to life.

  “So, why are you single Derek? What’s wrong with you?”

  I noticed from the corner of my eye that he’d swung his head round in my direction, so I tried desperately to keep my stare fixed on the pages. He didn’t answer so I chanced a glance up at him. He actually looked quite adorable with his shaved head and blue eyes, and especially the way he’d furrowed his chin in a for-me-to-know-and-you-to-find-out kind of way.

  “What?” I asked. “That’s a fair question. You’re young, intelligent, good looking and obviously athletic. You’re a firefighter and a lead singer in a band. I don’t buy it. Something has to be wrong with you.”

  “Okay then, you tell me what you think is wrong with me,” he challenged.

  “Um, then maybe I asked the wrong question before. You might not have a girlfriend, but maybe you have a boyfriend?” Shit! I hope not. Carls’ hole will burn to a crisp if that’s the case.

  He laughed. “No, not gay. I have nothing against being gay, I’m just not gay myself. Next,” he challenged again.

  “Third nipple?” I asked, unperturbed by my outrageous suggestion.

  He laughed harder this time. “No. Wanna check?” He went to pull down the collar of his t-shirt.

  I hit him in the arm. “No, I believe you.”

  “Next,” he said again.

  “Small dick?”

  “No. Wanna chec—”

  I cut him off before he had a chance to finish.

  “Alcoholic?”

  “No, don’t drink.”

  “Drugs?”

  “No, hell no!”

  “Bad in bed?”

  “Now you are just insulting me,” he said playfully.

  “Well? You tell me then.”

  “Why do you want to know?”

  “Because, I may have a friend.”

  He smiled. “This friend of yours doesn’t happen to be blonde and incredibly cute, does she?”

  “Maybe,” I answered still flicking pages. “So, are you an axe murderer?”

  “No, and my dick works just fine in bed. I just want to clear that up for when you tell Carly.”

  I snapped my head toward him with a huge smile on my face. “So, do you want me to tell her then?”

  “Sure, why not? I liked her.”

  I may have been smiling on the outside, but on the inside I was in full-blown happy-dance, happy-clap, party mode, singing and chanting to the tune of the conga in my head, ‘No more fiery hole, yeah. No more fiery hole, yeah.’

  Another doctor walked out and called for a ‘Spiros Soggianis’.

  Derek leaned in closer and whispered, “Did he just say soggy anus?”

  I cracked up laughing, dropping my head into my hands. “Yes, I think so.”

  ***

  Shortly after Mr. Soggy Anus got called in for his appointment, I got called in for mine.

  My surgeon helped me up onto the trolley bed and assessed my cast. “So, Alexis, how have you been? How has the pain been?”

  “Yeah, not too bad. It hurt at first, and if I avoid doing stupid things like forgetting and putting all my weight on it or bashing it against the table, then it’s fine.”

  “Good. And pain relief?”

  “I’ve just been taking a couple of mild pain killers when needed. Other than that, it’s been really good. The worst thing has been the bloody itchiness.”

  “Well, lucky for you, that’s all about to get better. Okay, let’s get this cast off and
have a look, shall we?”

  He slid across the floor on his stool with wheels to a machine, grabbing what looked like a small saw and sliding back next to the bed I was on.

  “What the fuck is that?” I asked, my eyes as big as saucers. “Sorry, but what the hell?”

  “It’s a cast saw, it cuts through the fibreglass casing,” my surgeon explained.

  “What if it cuts through to my leg?”

  He gave me a reassuring smile. “It won’t, I promise.”

  “I can’t watch. Can you knock me out or something? I can’t watch. You’re about to put that sharp, spinning wheel of death right against my leg. I need to be unconscious.”

  “Alexis, it’s fine. I’ve had it done before, you’ll be fine,” Derek placed his hand on my shoulder and lightly flexed his fingers. It was nicely comforting but I wished he was Bryce standing there reassuring me and calming me.

  I covered my face with my hands. “Do it, just do it.”

  I heard the saw start up, and I swear I nearly passed out. “Oh my God. Oh my God,” I muffled through my fingers.

  Within minutes my leg was free, but I was still covering my face, breathing deeply.

  “Alexis, it’s done.”

  I opened my eyes and peeked though my fingers. It was done, and as my surgeon pried the cast apart and away from my leg, I cringed. It looked shocking. My skin was dry and peeling and there was still minor yellowing from the bruises around the incision marks.

  “Yuck, it looks hideous.”

  “It does not. It actually looks really good. It’s healed nicely. Now, can you push against my hand?”

  I tried to push his hand away with my foot. I could do it, but only weakly.

  “That’s good. How does that feel?”

  “Okay.” It did feel okay, just getting some air to it was nice.

  ***

  Derek drove me home after I was fitted into a moon boot. It was much heavier than the cast but it was so much better in the sense I could take it off as long as I kept my foot completely still. I could also itch as freely as I’d liked. I thanked Derek for all his help and organised another lesson for the following day.

  Later that night after I’d just settled in bed, my phone rang.

  “Do you miss me?” I answered, after seeing a picture of my Mr. Hotness Clark appear on the screen.

  “Do you need to ask?” he replied, and I visualised him smirking. “So how’d you go at the surgeon’s clinic today?”

  “Good. I’m wearing astronaut’s foot attire. It’s rather sexy. And best of all, I can itch and scratch as much as I like. Mind you, he cut my cast off with a friggin’ saw, Bryce. A sharp, fast and incredibly scary saw. I was terrified.”

  “Awww, Hunny, I’m sorry I wasn’t there. At least Lucy was though, I’m sure she would’ve held your hand.”

  “Actually no, she wasn’t. She got held up in traffic. Derek took me instead.”

  “Derek?” he questioned rather quickly. “Why did Derek take you?”

  Oh, fuck! How do I explain this without giving my secret away? Shit! Crap! Balls!

  “He called in to pick up something just as Lucy rang to say she was not going to make it. Seeing that I was without a ride, he offered to take me and bring me back.”

  “Right,” he mumbled. “That was nice of him.”

  There was an awkward silent pause. Shit!

  I had to think of something to break the pause. “So, about this naked picture...I was thinking real time would be better.” I hate myself sometimes. I am my own worst enemy. Stupid, stupid Alexis.

  “What did you have in mind?” His tone changed, my suggestion having successfully side tracked his thoughts from Derek.

  “FaceTime me.”

  Almost instantly, I had a request come through to my phone for a FaceTime chat. I hit accept and was pleasantly greeted with my handsome man’s sexy face.

  “There’s my gorgeous lady.”

  “There’s my yummy man.”

  “Just seeing you makes everything better.”

  I sighed.

  “Show me your moon boot, and you better be naked.”

  I giggled, “Hang on.” I put the phone down. I can’t believe I’m doing this. I stripped my nightie off completely then laid myself back down on the bed, positioning myself in my most sensual pose. “So, Mr. Clark, I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”

  All of a sudden, I was staring through the phone at a chandelier, and I could hear the unzipping of his pants. I was squinting at the phone trying to make out exactly what he was doing when the phone moved again and Bryce’s handsome hankering face was staring back at me. “What do you want to see first, Ms. Summers?”

  Hmmm...cock? Arse? Pecs? V? “I think I’ll start with your chest.”

  He held the phone out and positioned it in front of his body, giving me a view of his delectable chest. Even the sight of him via phone call was enough to begin my path to lubrication.

  I cleared my throat.

  “My turn. I want to see your boot then I want you to bring the phone slowly up your body,” he said with authority.

  I did what I was told, showing him my boot and moving the phone up my bent leg and across my pussy.

  “Slow down, Alexis,” he demanded, with a dominant growl that escalated my heart rate, and again I did as I was told.

  “Fuck, Hunny, you have no idea how badly I want to run my tongue across you and taste your wetness. I fucking miss how good you taste. It’s been far too long.”

  “Lucky for you, tasting is now back on the menu.”

  “I can see that.”

  I had a sudden surge of confidence and dragged my finger down to my clit, so that he could see it swirl my sensitive spot.

  “Fuck, Alexis, you’re fucking killing me. I should hop on a plane right now and come there and do that myself.”

  “I wish you could,” I moaned as I removed my finger and placed it in my mouth, moving the phone along with it so he could watch. I then sucked it and returned it to my pussy, gently playing with my entrance. “Your turn, I want to see you stroke yourself.”

  He obliged, and I was instantly rewarded with a close up view of his clock being caressed by his clenched hand, slowly gripping from his base and stopping just short of his tip.

  “Swirl your thumb over your head.”

  He did.

  “Pump it...Start slow, then increase your speed.”

  Again he did as he was told while I continued to tease myself with my finger. I watched him pick up his pace when I noticed his crown start to glisten.

  “Slow down,” I growled mimicking his dominant instruction. “I want to see your wetness.”

  “You sound so fucking sexy right now, Hunny.” I actually didn’t give a shit how sexy I sounded. I wanted to see him milk himself and I wanted to see it now.

  “Bryce, I want you to come for me,” I pleaded.

  He didn’t waste any time and began pumping himself vigorously. I could see the muscles in his lower abdomen tense, together with his upper thighs and forearm as he spilled out his orgasm, jerking with each thrust.

  I licked my lips as I watched him. “Mmm, thank you.”

  “Now, put your phone back down to your finger, Hunny.”

  I obeyed.

  “Flick your clitoris and do it fast.”

  I twitched my finger quickly and took pleasure in my movements, closing my eyes and imagining it was Bryce between my legs.

  “Alexis, I want to see your face when you come undone.”

  “Uh huh,” I answered as my climax began to rise.

  “Put in your finger inside you, make it wet, then flick your clitoris again.”

  I inserted my finger into my warm, wet pussy, sliding it in and out a couple of times, then I went right back to flicking my sensitive spot, ready to come for him. I sucked in a deep breath, arching my back as I lifted the phone to my face. I stared at him intensely as I spiked then slowly came back down from my orgasm.

  “
I’m not going to last five days, Hunny. I can fucking guarantee it.”

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

  The amount of times I had woken up with a smile since being with Bryce was probably ridiculously unheard of, yet it continued to happen pretty much on a daily basis, this day being no exception.

  I picked up my phone and stared at the screen willing the vision of my first phone-FaceTime sex with Bryce to reappear. It was incredibly hot and satisfying, and second to him actually being here with me, was probably my new favourite form of release. Another reason I was smiling as I got myself out of bed and into the shower was because I would be continuing my guitar lessons with Derek today. I had a long way to go, but he’d seemed pleased with my progress after just one day, so my aim to play at least part of a song for Bryce was promising.

  Another thing on my to-do list for the day was speak to Samantha. From the moment I found out about Gareth’s DID diagnosis, I’d had this underlying feeling that I had to warn her about it. Call it a gut instinct, I don’t know, but I just felt she had a right to know who she was really dating. Our encounters in recent times had been obviously brief, having only spoken to her momentarily at my party and again when she delivered my flowers from Carly. It was obvious she felt uneasy in my presence, and I’m not sure if that was result of my accident or if Gareth had told her an untruth about me. Either way, it was time to get to the bottom of it.

  ***

  I finished my shower and made my way to the lounge room where Lucy was putting together the kiddy playpen she had bought yesterday.

  “Look what Mummy bought for you, Roly Poly. It’s your own personal jail,” she said sarcastically to Alexander as she clicked the walls in place.

  I corrected her as I sat myself down on the sofa. “It’s not a jail, Luce.”

  “It is. Look at the bloody thing, it has bars. I feel terrible putting him in this.”

  “It’s for his own safety. As long as you put some toys in there with him, he’ll have a ball. Plus, you can now go to the toilet without taking him with you. I’m thinking that action in itself is far more detrimental to him than the kiddy pen.”

  “Well, yeah, probably I guess.”

  I laughed at her confusion. “Hey, I’ve been meaning to ask you something.”