And I knew I was in trouble. I mean, not because I didn't share the sentiment but perhaps, maybe, because he was vaguely deeper into this relationship than I was. Though I had been extra loving at that time, and after his phenomenal birthday party we'd been better than ever, but still this idea I can't say didn't come across as wholly natural.
"Well, we have to find a place first right?" I told him.
"But you're working now," he said. "Shouldn't be too hard right?"
It was true, I'd been working fairly consistently under Aaron at Eventualities, and although I could probably just about afford a rental myself I still wanted to query what he'd be bringing to the table.
"I mean, yeah, it makes sense, but don't you think you should be working too? It'll mean a better place."
"Yeah, about that - good news. The college selected twelve members for a research tour which leaves next month. I'm on it."
I frowned. "A - what? A research tour? You mean for your major?"
He nodded. He was studying Atmospheric Sciences, a subject I hadn't even really pretended to know anything about ever since I met him. He told me the college ran the program only every few years, and that the group would be traveling across three different states studying "meteorological processes". (Yeah, I dunno either.)
"Anyway, it's a paid internship," he said. "Will end up paying me like four grand. So when I get back I can help you pay rent."
"What, get back? How long is it?"
He shrugged. "Five months."
I glared at him, stunned. "
Five?!
What the fuck? Are you serious?"
He smiled and moved closer to me, grabbing my waist. "Yeah. What's wrong, can't live without me that long?"
Hmm. Good question.
"I mean, that's almost half a year," I said.
"You never done long distance?"
He smiled and I rolled my eyes.
"You're my first and only boyfriend, remember smart guy? I'm more worried about you."
"I'm excited. It'll be great for jobs. And the reason it pays so well is because it's that long. Anyway, under half a year? I'll even be back before your birthday. It'll go fast, trust me."
And he was right. It sure had. Five months and one week later, mid-April, and we're headed over to his parents place for dinner. I'm wearing Miu Miu heels and a cream-colored Admona playsuit and am holding flowers. Model partner. I'd met them once before the birthday party but this would be only the third time. The first impression was perhaps still impressing. They needed to see the good girlfriend I was.
Moments after getting inside and they're already offering me wine and showing me family photos. They talk for a little while with my bf about his trip and soon enough dinner is on the table. Steak frites, béarnaise, salad. Norma, his mom, had asked if I was a carnivore. Definitely, I'd told her.
My bf's little brother Simon is sitting there paying no attention but Sammy and Norma both seem adamant about probing me for answers.
"So please tell us, are you two finally living together?" Norma says.
"I'll be moving my stuff over soon," my bf nods.
I found the place soon after he'd left for his research tour. It was far enough from the college, Bulleens, as to allow my every second thought to not be about school. In a pretty compact but decently modern block of about eighteen apartments. Mine, If I'd guessed, would have been the smallest.
Door in, sofa straight ahead, TV on TV stand on the left, potted greenery lining the back wall, kitchen on the right and small walkway to the right of it through to the bath and bedroom. I'd put in what furnishings I could afford but really thought it looked quite sweet. I had one of those low beanbag sofa chairs, glass mugs with painted birds on them, sheer sky blue curtains, turntable. And I didn't cook a ton but I'd enjoyed learning something new most days that I could practice for when my bf moved in.
"He still hasn't seen it," I say.
"Yeah, just been hectic even since I've been back. Have just had to spend all my time logging all the data from the trip."
My hand falls over his forearm and I smile softly at him. "It's okay."
Norma regards the small exchange and can't help beaming.
"So you two went okay with the long distance it seems?"
My bf shrugs and smiles. "We called a lot. It went fast."
It was true. We called whenever he could. And we of course had promised each other to stay committed despite the distance. Five months wasn't an eternity. And while I really did stick to that promise in my head and heart, there were just a couple of instances when for whatever reason my only way out was through a quick dick. But a dick only, it's not like I was ever dating anyone or cheating or flirting or anything. And as well, I'm not really counting my bosses of both my jobs, Eventualities and social media management for the Bulls, Bulleens sports teams. Yeah, I eventually ended up telling Jake, the guy who offered it to me that I'd do it, but only if there was opportunity for an eventual salary, to which he agreed. I'd given his brother a handjob way back when so I somehow found myself being persuaded to do the same for him now, despite him being my new boss. It was really only under the proviso that when the money did come it would essentially match my salary I was getting at Eventualities, which would mean great things for my and my bf. We could maybe even upgrade to a bigger place soon enough.
As I jerked him off in his office one night when no one else was there he, predictably, started begging me for some extras.
"Come on, just suck it. The least you can do. Please. Fuck. You're so fucking sexy. I need that mouth babe, please."
He was stood in front of me as I sat in an armchair. I slowed my strokes.
"Haha. I can't. I told you so many times. Blowjobs are for boyfriends only. And I'm not your
babe
, dude."
That was back before my bf had left for his research trip so there was no way I could let Jake in any hole that was currently being occupied. Not that I would anyway of course, regardless of my man's geographical location.
And then there was Aaron, who ever since fucking me in the projector room at the cinema that day, couldn't really handle a few solid days without asking me for another go. The "tightest piece of ass" he's ever had, apparently. I said there was no way, and I always threatened to quit, which he reluctantly admitted he didn't want.
"Nah girl, don't do that to me. You're fucking good at this job too. I'm just playin'."
And I really was good at it. I'd revamped his website and social media output and had decently increased his client base. He was great at retaining the connections he had, but I was terrific at getting them. And the events we planned were always straightforward enough. It was a job I enjoyed. And to his credit he was always a gentleman when I denied him. It was actually kind of sweet. But I did feel bad for him one evening when I was at my apartment texting him and he told me he'd been on a date and the girl hadn't put out. I sent him a few begrudging ass pics and in return he sent me a photo of the huge load I'd helped him release.
But, no fucking. No cheating.
Yep, I'd been loyal. Committed.
Sammy, Simon and my bf continue eating. Norma smiles sweetly at me over the table.
"So, tell us," she says, "what else do you get up to? Are you playing any sports?"
"I did Newcomb ball last year, but the new season hasn't started yet," I say. "Not sure if I'll rejoin."
Didn't want to mention the reason I certainly would
not
be rejoining. There'd been this piece of gossip going round about our new coach, who'd come in and replaced our female coach mid-season. He was middle-aged but pretty attractive and so the rumor wasn't utterly unbelievable. It was that he'd actually slept with a few players in past years, on his previous team. This then instigated a bet as to who he'd hit on first.
But the idea actually came up only about two weeks before I personally got our answer, when after practice I'd given him a ride home because his car was getting serviced. Before he got out I couldn't help but amusedly ask why he had a huge fucking boner and he admitted it was just a "reflex" to "being divorced for five years" as well as seeing me in my sports bra. I kicked myself because since I'd started Newcomb my bf had been telling me I should maybe wear a little more clothing as to not attract amorous eyes, but I'd always said it was too warm for it, and of course I was never noticing any unwanted attention regardless. Oops. Guess I should've taken his advice. Not that it mattered anyway as there was no way I'd let myself do anything with my coach, who me and the girls had guessed was probably in like his mid 40s. I found myself asking if those creepy rumors were true and he basically shrugged and said it had always been consensual and it hadn't really been him coming onto them, much more the other way round. I jokingly asked him what his secret was, and he mentioned it might have been because he had a really big dick.
"Oh yeah," I said, rolling my eyes. "I know how this goes. I say
ohhh wow, you dooo? You gotta show me!
And I'm shocked at the size and end up, whoops, blowing you." I chuckled. "Gotta do better than that old man."
He shrugged and opened the passenger door. "Ha ha, I'm not aiming for any medals here. See you at the game Saturday."
As he put one foot out I said to wait and told him about the bet the girls had made. But also said I wouldn't mention that I'd officially now won.
"You think I was hitting on you?" coach frowned.
I smirked and glanced at his ballooning pants. "That doesn't count?"
He chuckled. "Like I said, you got a nice rack and it's only natural."
