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like to see you wearing nothing but that smile.”
The last comment was from Chloe, of course. Sex on the brain twenty-four/seven. Chloe was our ‘little rough around the edges’ girl. Sometimes, Gracie was, too. Susan and I were the ‘nice’ girls.
Another eye roll escaped me that I couldn’t contain, and I said, “Enough. No more talk about Joe.” We moved onto other subjects, most of them revolving around the wedding and my jerk of a family, but my mind was firmly lodged in Joeland .
A little while later, I looked at my watch and couldn’t believe how much time had gone by. “Holy crap. I have to go start getting ready.”
Chloe stood up with me. “You’re leaving, too?”
Chloe’s lips were compressed into a straight line. They brooked no argument. “Hell, yes , I’m leaving. I’m coming home with you. The girls are taking the rest of my appointments for the afternoon. I’m doing your hair.” And that was that. She grabbed her bag and walked to the door.
There was no use trying to change her mind when she had that look on her face. My sigh may have been a tad overdone as I waved to the other girls and followed Chloe out the door, but truth be told, I was relieved she was going to do something with my riotous curls.
Chapter 9
Joe
“What in the hell is going on with this tie?” Yes, I was talking to myself. Sort of. Heidi was hanging with me, watching me get dressed though, so I wasn’t truly alone. She’d help if she could. “I wish you could tie this for me, pretty girl.” Heidi wagged her tail in utter bliss, simply because I looked at her. Maybe Heidi could tell Faith how awesome I was.
Orange maybe wasn’t the best color on the color wheel, but it worked for me and I wanted to match Faith’s dress. I had to guess at the particular shade of orange to go with, but a fall wedding theme would use darker shades, wouldn’t you think? Yeah, me too.
“Finally.” My orange tie was hanging perfectly straight with a hard won perfect knot at my neck while the rest lay against a stark white shirt. I tucked the bottom half into my black silk vest, leaving several inches of color exposed. A few quick tugs on the bottom of my tuxedo jacket and everything snapped together—straight and crisp.
“What do you think, girl? Will I do?” When I turned away from the mirror to look at Heidi, her head was cocked to the side and h er tail was still wagging. I took that as a yes.
The half hour I still had left , before I could leave to pick up Faith went by slowly. Too slowly. I actually checked the Internet to make sure my watch was right. This was the first date in years where I could remember feeling nervous. Not nervous really—I guess excited was the right word.
I know I’ve become jaded about dating. Not just about dating either, but about women in general. And it was starting to bother me. Women used to be fun. My blood used to rush at the thought of taking a beautiful woman out, knowing almost without a doubt that I’d be having sex that night. That I’d have her legs wrapped around me as I pounded into her. That I’d watch her lips slide over me as my hands tangled in her hair. Just thinking about those things made my cock twitch. I mean, I’m not un interested; it’s just gotten to be boring—monotonous. I can’t believe I’m going to say this, but I think I’m going to give up sex for a while. Maybe my decision has something to do with Faith, too. Who knows, but I want that spark back. I want dating and sex and simply being with a woman to be fun again.
At last, my watch showed three-thirty. I could finally g et going. On my way out the door, I gave Heidi a pat on the head, assuring her that her Aunt Tracey would be over soon to stay with her.
Tracey’s my twenty- one-year-old sister. She lives in blue scrubs and white Crocs. It’s all I ever see her dressed in. Currently, she’s in nursing school and grabs any chance to stay at my place. She still technically lives at
The last comment was from Chloe, of course. Sex on the brain twenty-four/seven. Chloe was our ‘little rough around the edges’ girl. Sometimes, Gracie was, too. Susan and I were the ‘nice’ girls.
Another eye roll escaped me that I couldn’t contain, and I said, “Enough. No more talk about Joe.” We moved onto other subjects, most of them revolving around the wedding and my jerk of a family, but my mind was firmly lodged in Joeland .
A little while later, I looked at my watch and couldn’t believe how much time had gone by. “Holy crap. I have to go start getting ready.”
Chloe stood up with me. “You’re leaving, too?”
Chloe’s lips were compressed into a straight line. They brooked no argument. “Hell, yes , I’m leaving. I’m coming home with you. The girls are taking the rest of my appointments for the afternoon. I’m doing your hair.” And that was that. She grabbed her bag and walked to the door.
There was no use trying to change her mind when she had that look on her face. My sigh may have been a tad overdone as I waved to the other girls and followed Chloe out the door, but truth be told, I was relieved she was going to do something with my riotous curls.
Chapter 9
Joe
“What in the hell is going on with this tie?” Yes, I was talking to myself. Sort of. Heidi was hanging with me, watching me get dressed though, so I wasn’t truly alone. She’d help if she could. “I wish you could tie this for me, pretty girl.” Heidi wagged her tail in utter bliss, simply because I looked at her. Maybe Heidi could tell Faith how awesome I was.
Orange maybe wasn’t the best color on the color wheel, but it worked for me and I wanted to match Faith’s dress. I had to guess at the particular shade of orange to go with, but a fall wedding theme would use darker shades, wouldn’t you think? Yeah, me too.
“Finally.” My orange tie was hanging perfectly straight with a hard won perfect knot at my neck while the rest lay against a stark white shirt. I tucked the bottom half into my black silk vest, leaving several inches of color exposed. A few quick tugs on the bottom of my tuxedo jacket and everything snapped together—straight and crisp.
“What do you think, girl? Will I do?” When I turned away from the mirror to look at Heidi, her head was cocked to the side and h er tail was still wagging. I took that as a yes.
The half hour I still had left , before I could leave to pick up Faith went by slowly. Too slowly. I actually checked the Internet to make sure my watch was right. This was the first date in years where I could remember feeling nervous. Not nervous really—I guess excited was the right word.
I know I’ve become jaded about dating. Not just about dating either, but about women in general. And it was starting to bother me. Women used to be fun. My blood used to rush at the thought of taking a beautiful woman out, knowing almost without a doubt that I’d be having sex that night. That I’d have her legs wrapped around me as I pounded into her. That I’d watch her lips slide over me as my hands tangled in her hair. Just thinking about those things made my cock twitch. I mean, I’m not un interested; it’s just gotten to be boring—monotonous. I can’t believe I’m going to say this, but I think I’m going to give up sex for a while. Maybe my decision has something to do with Faith, too. Who knows, but I want that spark back. I want dating and sex and simply being with a woman to be fun again.
At last, my watch showed three-thirty. I could finally g et going. On my way out the door, I gave Heidi a pat on the head, assuring her that her Aunt Tracey would be over soon to stay with her.
Tracey’s my twenty- one-year-old sister. She lives in blue scrubs and white Crocs. It’s all I ever see her dressed in. Currently, she’s in nursing school and grabs any chance to stay at my place. She still technically lives at
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