Read Online Playing Along by Rory Samantha Green - Free Book Online
Authors: Rory Samantha Green
Tags: Chick lit, London, Romantic Comedy, new adult, Contemporary Fiction, Love Story, Women's Fiction, Los Angeles, british fiction, meant to be, quirky romance, looking for love, music and lyrics, music scene, indie music, his and hers, teenage dreams, eco job, sensitive soul
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“They do say that. I believe they do. Whoever they are. Do you know who
they
are, Fanny?” George tries to move but his limbs are not cooperating. Fanny rolls over on top of him and deftly gets up onto all fours.
“No I don’t, George, but I do know that you are
so so
cute…” Something in the tone of her voice reminds George of Polly cooing at the triplets, but in his drunken haze, nothing can deter him now. “And I’ve waited patiently for
too too
long…”
She lowers her breasts dangerously close to his mouth where they float like two summer cherries. The first time George had met Fanny, she’d brushed her hand against the front of his jeans and whispered, “Stand to attention, officer.” Embarrassingly, he had, and needed to make a hasty retreat to conceal the evidence.
“Don’t you just hate waiting?” says George, wearily, feeling like he has made the most profound statement of his entire life.
Fanny unhooks her bra, releasing two pert dark nipples and a breathy sigh. “Time’s up, Georgie, welcome to Fanny land…”
LEXI
November 13 th , 2009
West Hollywood, Los Angeles
Lexi can’t get back to sleep. She thinks maybe she was woken by a small earthquake. Or maybe not. Whatever it was, she feels rattled. She looks over at her clock. Three thirty in the morning. An insomniac’s netherworld. When she moved back to LA she had spent months not being able to sleep. But then her doctor prescribed a mild sleeping pill and she found herself dreaming again—disappearing into hours of uninterrupted slumber. She had never even taken the pill. Just the thought that she could if she wanted, appeared to have resolved the issue. The moon is full tonight and pressed cleanly onto the city-lit sky, like it’s been stamped there with silver ink. Lexi sleeps with her shutters open because she likes to be woken up by the light. It helps her to gauge how the day might go. Bright. Misty. She can recognize now the sort of clouds that will burn off by lunchtime, bringing the possibility of a sunny afternoon. Those are her favorite kind of clouds.
But the sky tonight is thick and cloudless, bare except for the luminous moon. She attempts rolling over, but something tells her that she’s not falling back to sleep any time soon. She decides instead to get up and get a glass of milk and a sneaky vanilla wafer. Maybe she’ll just turn on the TV and check to see if there was an earthquake. There usually is a local channel with a 24/7 seismic cam. Maybe she’ll find an infomercial and buy a Thighmaster or an automatic card shuffler. Andrew and she could start a poker group and invite her parents. Should she be worried that her parents are having marital problems? Her mom did seem a bit odd tonight at the bookshop. Being an only child, Lexi was the intimate observer of her parents’ marriage and mentally documented how her mother repaired all breaks, even the hairline fractures which might have gone unnoticed. “I’ve left that teabag in for too long, honey. Here, let me make you a new one.”
Her mother was intent on preserving appearances and would do almost anything to sustain that. In comparison, Lexi loses tempo quickly in relationships—perhaps the legacy of Andrew—she wonders if she’ll ever find a middle ground. Lexi holds that thought as she rifles through the kitchen cupboards. Well stocked with vanilla wafers and a tall glass of milk, she settles down on the couch and flicks on the television. She presses the mute button so as not to disturb Andrew. He’d been very disgruntled by her mother’s comments that night.
“What if I am just pretending to be gay, Lexi? Maybe that’s why I can’t seem to stay in a relationship with a man. Do you think your mom is right? Should we have sex one more time, just to check?”
“You’re insane!” Lexi had screamed, outraged, slamming her bedroom door.
“I was just kidding!” he had yelled. “Very sensitive tonight.”
“You or
“They do say that. I believe they do. Whoever they are. Do you know who
they
are, Fanny?” George tries to move but his limbs are not cooperating. Fanny rolls over on top of him and deftly gets up onto all fours.
“No I don’t, George, but I do know that you are
so so
cute…” Something in the tone of her voice reminds George of Polly cooing at the triplets, but in his drunken haze, nothing can deter him now. “And I’ve waited patiently for
too too
long…”
She lowers her breasts dangerously close to his mouth where they float like two summer cherries. The first time George had met Fanny, she’d brushed her hand against the front of his jeans and whispered, “Stand to attention, officer.” Embarrassingly, he had, and needed to make a hasty retreat to conceal the evidence.
“Don’t you just hate waiting?” says George, wearily, feeling like he has made the most profound statement of his entire life.
Fanny unhooks her bra, releasing two pert dark nipples and a breathy sigh. “Time’s up, Georgie, welcome to Fanny land…”
LEXI
November 13 th , 2009
West Hollywood, Los Angeles
Lexi can’t get back to sleep. She thinks maybe she was woken by a small earthquake. Or maybe not. Whatever it was, she feels rattled. She looks over at her clock. Three thirty in the morning. An insomniac’s netherworld. When she moved back to LA she had spent months not being able to sleep. But then her doctor prescribed a mild sleeping pill and she found herself dreaming again—disappearing into hours of uninterrupted slumber. She had never even taken the pill. Just the thought that she could if she wanted, appeared to have resolved the issue. The moon is full tonight and pressed cleanly onto the city-lit sky, like it’s been stamped there with silver ink. Lexi sleeps with her shutters open because she likes to be woken up by the light. It helps her to gauge how the day might go. Bright. Misty. She can recognize now the sort of clouds that will burn off by lunchtime, bringing the possibility of a sunny afternoon. Those are her favorite kind of clouds.
But the sky tonight is thick and cloudless, bare except for the luminous moon. She attempts rolling over, but something tells her that she’s not falling back to sleep any time soon. She decides instead to get up and get a glass of milk and a sneaky vanilla wafer. Maybe she’ll just turn on the TV and check to see if there was an earthquake. There usually is a local channel with a 24/7 seismic cam. Maybe she’ll find an infomercial and buy a Thighmaster or an automatic card shuffler. Andrew and she could start a poker group and invite her parents. Should she be worried that her parents are having marital problems? Her mom did seem a bit odd tonight at the bookshop. Being an only child, Lexi was the intimate observer of her parents’ marriage and mentally documented how her mother repaired all breaks, even the hairline fractures which might have gone unnoticed. “I’ve left that teabag in for too long, honey. Here, let me make you a new one.”
Her mother was intent on preserving appearances and would do almost anything to sustain that. In comparison, Lexi loses tempo quickly in relationships—perhaps the legacy of Andrew—she wonders if she’ll ever find a middle ground. Lexi holds that thought as she rifles through the kitchen cupboards. Well stocked with vanilla wafers and a tall glass of milk, she settles down on the couch and flicks on the television. She presses the mute button so as not to disturb Andrew. He’d been very disgruntled by her mother’s comments that night.
“What if I am just pretending to be gay, Lexi? Maybe that’s why I can’t seem to stay in a relationship with a man. Do you think your mom is right? Should we have sex one more time, just to check?”
“You’re insane!” Lexi had screamed, outraged, slamming her bedroom door.
“I was just kidding!” he had yelled. “Very sensitive tonight.”
“You or
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