Do You Do Extras? (An American in the UK Book 1)
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“As opposed to my father’s damn life,” he retorted and he slammed out of the suite.
He didn’t return for half an hour; a half hour that I’d sat on one sofa and Marcia on the other in uncomfortable silence. Silence only occasionally broken by her sighing or raspy cough. When Grantley finally returned, we sat and they had a fairly civilised conversation. At one point Grantley asked me what I thought, and while I told him I sympathised with his situation and would be there for him, it wasn’t for me to say. We were new and I hardly knew him to be able to give a measured answer. He accepted my response and my decision to get a train home, so that he and Marcia could talk. He kissed me goodbye and promised to call me later.
I’d hardly been on the train for five minutes when he sent me a text.
Grantley: So sorry about today. I’ll make it up to you the next day off we get. See you tomorrow. - G x
Now I was home and I was missing him already. Now I was regretting taking things slow and wishing I’d not been so cautious and agreed to more than kissing. Just the thought of what might have been, was making me hot and bothered.
“Hey Phoebes,” Beth shouted from the lounge.
“Hi.”
I hung my bag with my coat and trudged in to join Beth and the boys. When I entered the lounge, Beth had her feet up on the sofa, with a magazine open next to her, while the boys were playing on the floor with some action figures – I think I spotted the Hulk in there somewhere.
“So,” Beth said, bouncing in her seat. “How was your night? Did you…?” She nodded at me with her eyes really wide, silently asking me if I’d slept with Grantley.
“No, we didn’t, but I did…” I made a sleeping sign, putting my hands together against my cheek. “In the bed with…” I drew a G in the air.
“But no…” Beth made a circle with her thumb and forefinger and then poked her other forefinger back and forth through it.
“No,” I said a little sulkily.
“What, he didn’t want to?”
“Yes, but I said no and am now regretting it.”
“Why did you say no, you stupid idiot?”
“Because I didn’t think I was ready.”
“What the fuck?” she mouthed silently. “This is Grantley James we’re talking about. What is there not to be ready for? You should have been on your back with your legs…” Beth then held her arms out in a wide V-shape. “As soon as he closed the bedroom door.”
I shrugged and lifting her legs, flopped down onto the sofa. “Call me Stupid McStupid of Stupid Town.”
“Queen McStupid you mean.” Beth rolled her eyes and smacked me with her magazine. “Like I said, you’re an idiot.”
“Yeah, I know,” I sighed.
“So did he send you home because you wouldn’t put out?”
“No!” I snapped. “He’s got a few things going on with his mother. They needed some time together.”
“So it’s still on?” Her eyes were bright with anticipation.
I nodded and Beth squealed, clapping her hands together.
“What are you clapping for, Mummy?” Callum asked.
“No reason, I’m just happy.” Beth grinned at both the boys. “Auntie Peepee is going to get a really huuuge present from Dick.”
“What are you getting Auntie Peepee?” Mack asked, getting up onto his knees.
I threw a glare at Beth. “Nothing special.”
“What is it Mummy, what’s Dick giving to Auntie Peepee?”
Beth winked at me and turned to the boys. “Dick’s going to give her a really big sausage if she’s a good girl.”
The boys looked at each other and turned their noses up in disgust.
“A sausage?” Callum asked. “Is that all?”
“I hate sausage,” Mack added. “They’re yuck.”
“Not this one,” Beth said nudging me with her foot. “This one is really tasty.”
Later, we spent some time watching a film, but after an hour I was feeling restless. Well, to be honest I was feeling frustrated. I’d flicked through Beth’s magazine and seen a full page advert that Grantley had done for a cologne. He was stripped to the waist, wearing battered jeans with the top two buttons undone and showing off the sneakiest peak of his sculpted v-line. So, feeling a little desperate and with Beth’s magazine safely tucked under my arm, I decided I needed to fly solo for a little while.
As soon as the door of my room was closed, I rid myself of the jeans that I’d got from Grantley and rushed to my chest of drawers. I opened my knicker drawer and reached to the back for my silver and pink ‘special friend’. It was the best friend I had ever had. I loved it dearly and thanked it for being there for me when I was feeling alone. I hadn’t given it a name like some women did; that would be stupid, but it did have a massive place in my heart.
Arranging my pillows, I sat back against them and wiggled around until I was feeling comfortable – call me precious, but I liked to be comfy while making my bald man cry – and once I was ready, I slipped my hand inside my black lace knickers and started the party.
After a couple of fairly satisfying orgasms, a quick shower, and a good wash and wipe over for my friend. I dressed in a pair of sweat pants and white vest top, pulled my hair into a messy bun, and finally felt relaxed.
I checked my phone but there was nothing from Grantley. It had only been a little over four hours since I’d left him and him and Marcia had some serious decisions to make, so I wasn’t really expecting anything. Sitting on the edge of my bed, I thought about sending him a text, but decided against it. I didn’t want to be that woman who pestered her boyfriend.
Shit, that felt weird – my boyfriend. My boyfriend who was Grantley James.
As a huge grin spread across my face, I heard Beth shouting for me. I jumped up and opened my door.
“Yeah.”
“You should come down here,” she shouted, sounding a little giddy. “Quick.”
“If this is one of those stupid cat videos again, I won’t be happy, Beth.”
“Oh no,” she replied, looking up at me from the hallway. “It’s so much better.”
I banged down the stairs and followed her into the kitchen, where I was faced with the biggest pink and cream bouquet that I had ever seen. It was huge with a whole host of different flowers. There were peonies and roses, tulips and freesias, chrysanthemums and gerberas – it was simply stunning.
“Oh my God,” I gasped. “They’re amazing. When did they come?”
“About five minutes ago. I was going to shout you, but I had to stop the boys from using my sofa as a diving board.”
I rushed over to the table and gently touched the flowers, before dropping down to smell their gorgeous aroma.
“There’s a card,” Beth said, thrusting it into my hand.
“Mummy, can we play football in the hall.” Callum and Mack came rushing into the kitchen, skidding to a stop in front of us.
“No, you can’t. I’ve told you before.”
“But it’s raining.” Mack grumbled.
I looked through the window to see that in the hour or so I’d been upstairs endeavouring to stem my Grantley induced frustration, it had indeed started to rain.
“There are loads of things you can do,” Beth said, only half concentrating on the boys. “Go upstairs and play pirates.”
Mack sighed. “Only if you promise I can be Jack Sparrow this time.”
“Okay,” Callum agreed. “But you’re not allowed to make me walk the plank.”
“Yeah, but I’m the pirate. Pirates always make you walk the plank.”
“Boys,” Beth snapped. “Just go upstairs and play.”
When we heard their feet pounding up the stairs, Beth turned back to me.
“Go on, open it.”
I tore at the small envelope and pulled out the card inside. On it was a bold, masculine scrawl.
“What does it say?” Beth’s eyes were brimming with anticipation as she urged me to read the card.
&nbs
p; I skimmed it quickly and grinned.
“Well? Is it dirty?” she asked. “Does it say what he’s going to do to you?”
“No, it doesn’t,” I replied with a giggle. “It’s really sweet.”
“So what does it say?” she cried.
“Okay, okay. It says ‘Dear Pretty girl, I’m so sorry our day was ruined, but I promise I’ll make it up to you. I can’t tell you how much I enjoyed our night together and I’m glad we’re taking it slow, because all the best things are worth waiting for, and you are most definitely the best. Grantley xx’.”
“Shit,” Beth groaned. “He’s made my nipples hard with that, so I’ve no idea how you must be feeling.”
I felt my cheeks warm as, like a stupid, love-sick idiot, I held the card to my chest.
“So how do you feel?” My sister asked, grinning like a Cheshire cat.
“I feel-.”
“Hey Mummy, look. Auntie Peepee bought us a sword to play with. It lights up and everything. It’s amazing.”
With horror, I looked at Mack to see him brandishing my ‘Special Edition Glow in the Dark, Glitter Vibrator’. With a huge amount of effort, he was prodding and poking his ‘sword’ at his imaginary assailant, his little face red with the exertion of his fight. Mortified, I made a grab for it, but Mack was a better swordsman than I gave him credit for and moved out of my grasp.
“I’m Addison Yates and you’re going to die. Take that!”
“Mack!” Beth cried. “What…where…what. Oh shit.”
“Mummy,” Callum bellowed, running into the kitchen. “Tell Mack he has to share the sword Auntie Peepee got for us.”
“Give it to me,” I snapped. “It’s not a sword.”
“What were you doing in Auntie Peepee’s room?” Beth slammed a hand against her chest, as she looked on the boys in complete horror.
“Yes,” I added. “What were you doing in my room?”
“Playing hide and seek,” Mack replied, still lunging with the vibrator in his hand. “I was going to hide under your bed and I found it. It’s really cool, thanks Auntie Peepee.”
“It’s my turn,” Callum complained. “You’ve played with it for ages now. I want to be Dick.”
“You were Dick yesterday.” Mack thrust the pink, glitter, joystick under his brother’s nose. “I’m being Dick for five more minutes.”
“Please stop saying Dick,” Beth whimpered.
“Beth do something. You’re the parent, stop them.”
“Hey, Cal,” Mack said, nudging Callum in the stomach with the ‘sword’. “Watch this.”
He pressed a button and the bloody thing began to rotate as well as vibrate.
“Woah, cool,” Callum gasped. “What else does it do? What are they for?” He pointed at the ‘rabbit ears’ and then starting flicking them with his finger. “They’re bendy.”
“I think it’s a handle for close combat,” Mack replied sagely giving it some serious tactical thought.
“No, it’s not. Now, give it to me.” I held my hand out, but Mack backed away.
“You can’t give a present and then take it back. That’s not fair, is it Mummy?”
We all turned to Beth who by now was a strange shade of greeny-grey.
“Beth,” I hissed. “Get it off him.”
Beth opened her mouth and her jaw moved but nothing came out.
“Hey,” Mack said, turning back to Callum. “Let’s go and see if Jack wants to play with us, and I’ll let you be Dick.”
Callum’s eyes lit up with excitement. “Yeah. I bet he hasn’t got a sword like this one. Can we Mummy?”
No, they couldn’t take it to their friend two doors away. His parents collected the money in church. We’d be sent to hell and Beth might be made to run the Brownie’s in order to atone for her sins – for my bloody sins.
“No!” I cried stamping my foot. “I’ve told you, it’s not a sword. Give it back, now.”
“It’s not a sword?” Mack asked, curling his lip in disappointment.
“So what is it?” Callum asked.
“You may well ask.” A deep, sexy voice, full of innuendo said from the back door.
We all shot around to see Grantley, rain beating down on his back, soaking into his black pea coat, as he stood at the open door.
“I did knock, but no one answered, so thought I’d come around the back.”
“Dick!” The boys cried in unison.
“Oh shit,” Beth groaned.
“Do you want to play with Auntie Peepee’s sword?” Mack said, thrusting the pink, vibrating, rubber object at Grantley.
“I’m not sure that’s what it is, buddy,” Grantley said with a smirk.
“So what is it?” Callum asked. “No one will tell us. Where did you get it, Auntie Peepee?”
“It was a present,” I said, holding out my hand. “Now give it to me.”
“Hey,” Mack cried, holding the vibrator aloft. “Dick, did you give it to her? Mummy said you were giving Auntie Peepee a present.”
I looked at Grantley and saw the flash of fear in his eyes.
“Well, I-.”
“I know, I know,” Callum shouted, bouncing up and down. “It’s the special, big sausage that Dick gave to Auntie Peepee.”
“Woah,” Mack said. “Dick, your sausage is huge.”
I do believe that was the point where I wanted to die.
Grantley
“Okay, so tell me again why the dildo was out on your bed?”
Phoebe buried her face in her hands and groaned.
“Don’t want to,” she muttered.
“Don’t care, now tell me.”
We were on her bed, I was leaning back against the mass of cushions and pillows, with Phoebe snuggled into my side and it was fucking bliss. After the shit day I’d had, I’d needed to see her, so I’d driven myself over to Beth’s house, leaving poor Barney babysitting Sue-Ann.
Yeah, I felt bad about it, but that’s what he was paid to do. Admittedly, it was to babysit me, but by way of the fact that I shared that woman’s DNA, I figured it was the same thing. Besides, Barney had a way with her. He always managed to keep her under control, whereas me, well I just lost it with her on a minute by minute basis.
“I don’t have to tell you. You can’t make me.”
I cleared my throat and before she had chance to protest, I thrusted a hand up her tight white tank that had been enticing me for the last hour. I had no idea whether she hated being tickled or not, but most people did, so my fingers grabbed her waist and started their assault. Phoebe squirmed next to me and squealed. It didn’t take long.
“Okay, okay. I’ll tell you.”
I withdrew my hand and straightened her top. “Why was your dildo out on the bed?”
“Because I’d used it,” she replied in the quietest of voices.
“And?”
“And,” she huffed. “I was thinking of you.”
“Specifics please.”
I gave her a shit-eating grin as her eyes widened.
“No. That’s private.”
“Not if it’s about me, it’s not. So, what exactly was I doing to you while you got yourself off with a piece of dick-shaped rubber?”
“Oh, now you’ve taken all the romance out of it.” Phoebe looked up at me with a frown. “In my head it was your willy, but now it’s just rubber.”
“My what?”
“Your willy,” she repeated. “Your penis.”
“Ugh, now who’s spoiling the romance? Penis is the worst word in the world. It’s so clinical. It’s what my doctor calls it when I go for my physical.”
“Your doctor asks you about your penis? Ugh, now that’s just weird.”
“No it isn’t. He gives me a full check, he has to, the studio insist on it.”
“But your penis? No, I’m sorry,” Phoebe said with a shake of her head. “That’s just wrong.”
“No, what’s wrong is you calling it my penis. It makes it sound tiny. You know, peeny.”
“What’s so funny?”
“You and your peeny penis. I’m Auntie Peepee and you’re Dick Peeny Weeny.”
“It’s not fucking peeny, I promise you.”
“Oh I know that.” She pushed herself up, laying back against the pillows with me.
“How do you know that?”
My eyes landed on her full, pink lips and with all the talk about him, and the thought of those lips wrapped around him, my not-so-peeny penis decided to wake up. When Phoebe let out a sigh, causing her tits to rise and fall, he was definitely ready to party. She turned and looked at me, her tongue darting out, the pink tip doing a quick sweep along her top lip. Her breath quickened, in pace with my own and her eyes darkened.
“Tell me, pretty girl,” I said in a low tone. “How do you know?”
“I saw it in your sweat pants, and I felt it hard against me when we kissed in your suite.”
“It was real hard that day. Just for you.”
Phoebe swallowed and leaned into me, her tits pushing against my arm. Her top was tight against them and I could see her nipples were hard. They looked and felt amazing.
“As it’s not peeny, I think I should call it something else,” she whispered into my ear, her lips skimming against the shell. “Something much more appropriate.”
My dick started to throb in my pants, pushing against the zipper of my jeans. My head was buzzing with thoughts of pushing her onto her back, ripping off those sweat pants, and pushing into her. I would take her fast and hard and she wouldn’t know what the fuck had hit her.
“What would that be?” My voice was rough and edged with want and need. “What would be more appropriate?”
Phoebe moved and quickly straddled me, holding onto the headboard with both hands. Her rack was practically in my face, the curve of her tits poking out of the top of her tank, enticing me to pull out my dick and fuck them. She wriggled on top of me, adjusting her hips, the friction sending a tremor right through me to the end of my dick.
“I have a great name for it.” She dropped her mouth to mine, giving me a long, slow kiss. “It’s perfect in fact.”