He looked me up and down and nodded, his hands up in surrender. Within seconds, he was asking another girl if she was ready to go.
Vivian grabbed my wrist and led me out of the house. “You like me,” she stated. “You like me.”
“Everybody likes you, Viv. You’re delightful.”
She leaned into me as she stumbled two blocks towards my parked car, all the while slurring a vivid description of all the things she planned to do to my cock. In between words like “tongue” and “balls” she would pause, cover her mouth, stand absolutely still, and then resume walking and talking about fellatio.
Needless to say, I had grown hard, despite the fact that she was teetering on the edge of barfing and I knew she’d be passed out within twenty minutes.
When we finally got to my car, as I was reaching for the passenger door handle, she somehow managed to slide between me and the car, and put her mouth on my mouth. She grabbed onto my shirt and kissed me, moaning. “Now. Brad. I can’t wait anymore.”
With great effort and restraint, I pulled myself away from her. I wanted it, believe me. I didn’t want to wait either, but I was not going to bang Vivian Sparks in my car when she was hammered. Or in a bed when she was hammered. If we were ever going to do it, she would have to remember it—clearly—for the rest of her life.
“What’s your address?” Once I’d finally gotten her into the passenger seat, and gotten myself into the driver’s seat after shifting my hard-on, I had to deal with her pawing at my crotch. This was not sexy. This was getting ridiculous. “Vivian. Stop it. I mean it.”
She blew raspberries at me. It should have been silly, but she looked hot, because Christ, that mouth. “I forget where I live. Let’s go practice kissing in your basement.”
“Seriously. What’s your address? I could find it if I check my laptop at home, but…”
“Okay let’s go!...Oh no…Oh no…” She covered her mouth.
“Are you going to throw up?” I rolled down the windows. “Do it out the window.”
“Nope. False alarm. I’m a classy lady.”
“Sure you are.”
I realized I should keep an eye on her for a few hours so she didn’t fall asleep and choke on her own vomit. I couldn’t stay the night at her place because of LB, so that meant she’d be sleeping at my place.
Like I said: two unpredictable wild females demanding my attention.
When we got to my apartment, she kept asking to see Little Badass, but I didn’t want to disturb her. I was keeping her in the guest bedroom. She had graduated from the guest bathroom, and seemed to feel comfortable in the space of the room. The last thing she needed was a drunk lady trying to get up in her face. I would sleep with LB in there, despite the proximity to the litter box, and let Vivian sleep in my bed.
I pulled her into the kitchen, and made her drink a bottle of Vitamin Water, eat a handful of high fiber crackers, and some carrot sticks. A banana is the perfect snack before bed if you’ve been drinking, nutrient-wise, but I knew better than to hand her one of those at that point. I didn’t need a demonstration of what she wanted to do to my dick.
Actually, she had calmed down a bit by then. She was sleepy. I gave her an Advil, which she’d swallowed and then placed the glass of water on the counter, and closed her eyes. She swayed a little and pouted.
“You feel dizzy?”
She nodded, slowly.
I put her arm around me and walked her to my bedroom, back to the en suite bathroom. “You should use the toilet while I’m awake. I don’t want you falling over in the middle of the night.”
“Okay,” she said, barely a whisper.
I led her inside the bathroom. “Can you handle it by yourself? I’ll wait outside. Don’t fall asleep in here.”
“Okay.” She shook herself to wake herself up, and clearly regretted it immediately. “Okay…Okay.” She patted my arm. Her eyes were half-closed.
I went outside and closed the bathroom door. I fluffed up the pillows and waited until I heard the toilet flushing. I knocked on the door. “You done?”
“Yep,” she said.
I opened the door and found her washing her hands. I handed her a towel. “Good girl.”
“I’m tired,” she said.
“I know. You’re gonna sleep in my bed. I’ll be right next door in the guest room.”
She nodded.
“Do you feel like throwing up?”
“I don’t know.” She plopped down on the bed. She couldn’t keep her eyes open. “Are we gonna have sex now?”
“Um. No. You’re going to sleep.”
“Okay.”
I pulled off her shoes. I decided against removing her jeans, which were tight, and it would have been a hassle. But she’d get all sweaty if she slept in her sweater, so I pulled it off of her. She kept her eyes closed and smiled, lifting her arms up, and then flopping them back down to her sides when it was off.
I took a moment to admire her there, in her black push-up bra. Her skin was so smooth, and I wanted nothing more than to fondle and kiss her breasts for hours and hours. But I didn’t. I sighed as I carefully guided her to lie back in the bed and covered her up with the comforter.
I went to the kitchen to get a bucket from under the sink. I placed the bucket on the bedside table, along with a towel and a glass of water. I left the bedside lamp on so she could see it.
She was fast asleep by then. I kneeled down by the bed, and moved the hair out of her face. I kissed her on the lips, very gently, so I wouldn’t wake her.
I whispered. “You are beautiful, Vivian Sparks. You are smart and funny and kind, and your ex didn’t deserve you, and guys who tell you that you have blowjob lips don’t deserve you….Even though you do have them.” I groaned, quietly, then got up and left the room, even though doing so actually physically hurt.
Chapter Ten
VIVIAN
I woke up with a head full of evil cotton candy, in an unfamiliar room, wearing jeans and a bra. I seemed to recall a young blonde fellow talking about taking me home the night before, but as soon as I saw the bucket and towel next to the bed, I knew I was at Brad Mitchell’s place. He’s the only guy who’d be that considerate. If only he had been a little less considerate and removed more of my clothes.
I patted the soft flesh that pooched out from the top of my jeans. It was getting more toned by the day, but I didn’t have a flat belly and prominent hip bones yet. I slowly sat up, and was surprised that I didn’t have more of a headache. I reached for the glass of water, gulped it all down, and slowly made my way to the bathroom. I was confident that I wouldn’t vomit.
After putting on my Fuck Me sweater—the one that didn’t work on Brad—I tiptoed out into the open living room area, expecting to find him on the couch. He wasn’t there. I saw a door that was closed and poked my head in.
Brad was asleep in the bed, with a tiny black kitten curled up asleep on his forehead. My heart nearly exploded. I pulled my phone out from my back pocket and took a picture, then sent it to him. My phone battery was at five percent and my Vivian battery was at about the same low level. I couldn’t believe it was ten-thirty. Justin Timberlake had probably peed on every surface of my house by now. I really didn’t want to wake either of these two beautiful beings up, but I had to get home. I shut the door and tiptoed to the foot of the bed. “Hey, sleepy heads,” I said.
Brad’s eyes slowly opened.
“Don’t move,” I said.
Watching him realize that LB was curled up on top of his head was pretty adorable. He smiled, his dimples in full-effect. It had been so long since he’d smiled like that around me that I had forgotten he had dimples. Dear God, he was delectable. He couldn’t help but laugh, and that little bit of movement woke the kitty up. She stretched and stepped off of his head onto the pillow.
“I sent you a picture. You’ve made amazing progress with her in a week,” I said.
“I know,” he said, genuinely happy. “She’s pretty great. She’s wa
y better at stretching than you are.”
“I don’t want to rush you, but I need to get home. Should I get an Uber?”
“No, I don’t want you waiting around outside my house, someone will see you.”
That was not the response I was expecting.
“I’ll drive you, I just need a minute. Did she poop in the litter box?”
I checked the litter box. “She did indeed! Solid. Good size and formation. Where’s her food, we should feed her before we go.”
“I’ll get it,” he said.
He sat up in bed, his naked torso in full view. If I’d had a fork, I would have stabbed myself in the thigh with it right then, because holy fuck. So unfair to have to see that and not be able to touch it. So. Un. Fair.
He twisted around to pick up the kitten, who complained about being manhandled by him—crazy animal. Then she allowed him to cradle her in his arms, against his chest. It made my ovaries ache. He was so blatantly smitten with the kitten, and was lavishing all of the affection onto her that he was withholding from me. It was cute, but it hurt. Like being stabbed in the heart with a Hello Kitty knife.
While he was mixing up the watery kitten food, I apologized for any untoward behavior he may have witnessed the night before. I had vague memories of trying to grab parts of his body and stick my tongue down his throat. “Thanks for picking me up,” I said. “And being a gentleman. I’m sure I didn’t appreciate it last night, but I do now.”
He seemed surprised that I’d said that. I wasn’t entirely sure if it was true.
“Sure. Don’t mention it.”
He got up, handed me a high fiber muffin and then said approximately twenty more words to me between his apartment and my house when he dropped me off, including: “Wear this and keep the hoodie over your head.” He’d given me his sunglasses and hoodie so no one would recognize me. He was nuts.
I looked at him longingly, before I got out of his car. It felt, then, like we would never be lovers. I convinced myself that it would be totally worth it to have him in my life as a friend and personal trainer, and that I really did need to find another guy who would willingly put his penis in me. Someone who didn’t tell me I had blowjob lips. I’d have to meet someone when we were sober, and since I refused to date anyone from work, or to use a dating site, that meant the only place I’d meet a sober guy was at the gym.
Chapter Eleven
BRAD
I wasn’t expecting to see Vivian at the gym the next day, because we didn’t have an appointment scheduled until Wednesday. I had that feeling of relief and anxiety that had already become so familiar to me, when I didn’t expect to see her soon. I had spent half my lunch break on the treadmill, still needing to work off the tension from not engaging in sexual relations with her on the weekend.
Because all that exercise was making me hungry, I had gone out to grab dinner down the block at around seven, which is why I hadn’t seen Vivian arrive at the gym. I didn’t see her until she was walking out of the cardio class with a gym rat who was well-known to me as a player. He was good-looking and nice enough when he was getting to know the women, but over the course of the last year I had lost at least a dozen good female members who stopped coming to my gym after he slept with them and then totally blew them off.
She wasn’t just walking next to him—they were laughing together. He put his hand on her back and she looked up at him through her thick lashes. I knew that look. She had looked at me like that a hundred times in the past couple of weeks. It made my skin crawl. It made me hot under the collar. Before I even realized what I was doing, I made a beeline straight for them and stopped about two inches from Vivian’s face.
“Hey, can I talk to you for a minute?”
She seemed genuinely surprised to see me right then. I mean, it was my gym, what did she expect? “Oh hey—hi!”
“Excuse us.” I said to Gym Rat Player.
He nodded and told her he’d wait for her by the door.
“Good class?”
“Good class.”
“Making some new friends, I see.”
“I wouldn’t classify him as a friend yet. He’s certainly friendly.”
I lowered my voice. “Oh yeah he’s very friendly. He’s a player. Hits on all the attractive women here. I’d be careful if I were you.”
“Would you?” She wasn’t teasing me, she was actually surprised that I cared.
“Telling you this as your trainer and as your friend. I just don’t want you to get involved with a guy like him and then get dumped again right when you’re hitting your stride.”
“That’s very thoughtful of you.” Now she was being sarcastic.
“I’m not telling you what to do or who…not to do. I’m just telling you what I know.”
“Thanks.” Now she was annoyed.
I sighed. I was being unfair, and I knew it. I was refusing to have sex with her and I didn’t want her to have sex with anyone else. I mean—it’s not like I wanted her to be celibate for the rest of her life. I just didn’t want her dating anyone else while she was around me. Was that really too much to ask? After the blue balls and public humiliation I’d endured in junior and senior year?...Maybe. Yeah, I knew it was.
She was watching me, and could see me struggling with myself mentally. She looked less annoyed. She took a deep breath. She signaled to Gym Rat Player that she needed another minute, then pulled me over to my office. I didn’t let her shut the door. Optics.
She looked me straight in the eye, and said, in a hushed voice: “Okay Brad. Mitch. Whatever. Here’s the deal. I am very aware of my body right now. I feel good in it. This is all thanks to you. I feel horny in it. This is also thanks to you. I need to have sex. Soon. I would very much prefer to have sex with you. A lot of it. But if you don’t want me I will have sex with someone else. That’s not an ultimatum it’s just a fact.”
I sighed and looked down. She reached out to lift up my chin, forcing me to continue holding her gaze. “If you’re really still mad at me for what happened in high school—I don’t know what to tell you other than I’m so sorry that I treated you in a way that made you feel bad. I’m incredibly sorry that my friends treated you badly, and that I didn’t do enough to stop it. I’m sorry that I didn’t go to prom with you, and I’m not just sorry because you’re so hot now, I’m sorry because you were so sweet to me back then and I really cared about you. You were a good person and you were a cool person and you were smart. I hated high school. But I liked you. I’m not even friends with those other people anymore. You’re the only person I kept emailing and texting after we graduated. I was so happy that we crossed paths again, and I still am. I wish you’d give me another chance. I’m sorry if things feel complicated for you, but I really don’t think they have to be…That’s all. Let me know if you change your mind.”
She walked out of my office and then poked her head back in to say: “I already told this guy I’d go get a smoothie with him, but I won’t sleep with him tonight. I promise. That’s all I can honestly tell you.” Then she left with the guy.
Every single thing she said turned me on and made me feel like I was crazy for holding a grudge against her. I could suddenly see that she was right—it didn’t have to be complicated…I could blow her mind in bed, so she really knew what she was missing, and then end it.
That made me feel better.
That would be better for both of us. And honestly, I wanted to enjoy her body when it was still soft in places. I knew that—with her stubborn determination—she would have the lean body of an athlete in a few months.
I saw Larry watching me from across the room, with the eyes of a wise man who could see right through me. Maybe when I was on the fifth love of my life I’d be as gracious and open as he was, but for now I’d have to see if I could survive having sex with Vivian even once. It seemed to me that she would be my Ironman Triathlon, my Mt. Everest.
I really wasn’t sure what I’d be to her.
When Sebastian was done w
orking with a client, I asked him to come talk to me in my office. He was the only person I’d consider handing Vivian over to for personal training. He was super gay. The other guys would probably hit on her, despite my unofficial policy. Marnie swung both ways and was so sexy I just wouldn’t be surprised if she turned Vivian.
Sebastian and I had been friends before I started the gym, and he was the only person there I could talk to about the Vivian situation and trust that he wouldn’t blab about it to any of his coworkers or clients.
“Am I making a mistake? Asking as a friend. I mean, I built my business from the ground up and it’s still pretty new. I can’t start fooling around with clients.”
“A, you’re not fooling around with her, and B, this is a gym—not the White House. Get over yourself. We work around sweaty hot bodies all day, nobody really expects us to not fuck them if they want us to.”
“I do.”
“And that is why we don’t fuck them. As far as you know.” He saluted me and left my office.
I texted Vivian that Sebastian would be taking over her private sessions and that I was confident she would enjoy working out with him much more than she had with me. I gave her his number and told her to figure out a schedule with him.
She wrote back: Does that mean what I think it means?
Me: It means that you are no longer my personal client.
Vivian: :-)
She didn’t write anything else after that, and neither did I. I would have to think very carefully about my next move, and I wanted it to be completely under my control.
Chapter Twelve
VIVIAN
I knew what I wanted, I had finally stated clearly what I wanted, to the man I wanted, and I wasn’t going to wait around for Brad Mitchell to make a move any longer. I finally felt in control of the situation.
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