I woke up first the next morning and got to work on breakfast. I couldn't keep still. I didn't do anything after the movie. I had simply taken the toy out and, rather than throw it out like I had planned, I cleaned it and put it in my underwear drawer. Which meant I was still humming in excess nervous energy. I texted Jess to see if she was alright. I felt bad for leaving her there on the couch, but she had said the boys woke her up and sent her home after the movie. I let her know the toy had only made things worse. She sent me a link and I rolled my eyes. I couldn't hook up with a stranger. Could I? I was mulling the idea over as a hand snaked around my waist from behind.
"You're going to burn the pancakes." Luke mumbled into my neck, his other hand taking the spatula from me.
"Don't scare me like that." I shook off his hold. "And don't cling to me so much." I wasn't sure if I was upset with him or just sexually frustrated, but he didn't seem to care about my prickly attitude. He bumped me to the side with his hip and took up position in front of the stove.
"Yeah, yeah. Bring me a plate, please." I hesitated, then obeyed. He moved the pancakes from the pan to the plate I held out, then poured some more batter into the pan. I wasn't sure if I should bring up last night. As soon as I tried to talk about it, Mark walked in. Unlike Luke, he was shirtless. I felt my gaze lingering far too long on his muscular torso. Both of them were wearing thin flannel pajama pants and if I looked hard enough, which I didn't, I could catch a glimpse of something between their legs. But I didn't look. I really didn't. As Luke made the pancakes, Mark grabbed the fruit I had cut up from the fridge. I decided to set the table.
"So what are you doing today?" Mark asked nonchalantly. I shrugged, setting down three plates and the silverware.
"I was thinking of going somewhere with Jess." Not a total lie. She would go with me to meet the guy, even if she didn't stay. Mark frowned.
"Is it another date? Because last time you ended up sloshed with an asshole's hand up your dress." I flushed, embarrassed at the memory.
"Yes it's another date, but it won't be like that this time." I wasn't sure who I was convincing.
"Yeah, this time it's going to be a random hookup." Luke scoffed, adding another pancake to the stack. Silence filled the kitchen as I stared at Luke's back, wondering how he knew. I saw his shoulders tense, then he swung around. "Are you serious? Don't tell me that's what you're doing." I swallowed, frozen, my eyes shifting back and forth between both of their shocked stares.
"That's just how modern dating is now, I guess. I mean Tindr seems decent enough." Mark's frown deepened and Luke's mouth tightened into a thin line. Frustration welled up inside me. "What do you expect? I'm not 25 and surrounded by college girls who throw themselves at me. That's you. Don't judge me for trying to satisfy my needs for once." My hands came up to rest on my hips. "I haven't dated anyone since you were born, Mark. And it's about time I do before I do something stupid." I knew they understood the meaning behind those words. Both of them had experienced my years of pent up sexual frustration the past few days and it was time I sorted myself out before it went too far. "Now hush up, sit down, and enjoy your breakfast." I took a seat at the head of the table, filling my plate with fruit as Luke brought over the pancakes. We ate in silence and I was satisfied, feeling like I'd finally gotten through to them. After we finished, the boys offered to do the dishes and I gave them each a kiss on the cheek in thanks. "I'm going over to Jess' if you need me." Mark nodded solemnly and Luke grunted in acknowledgement.
"Oh, girl, you look rough." Jess held open the front door as I walked up the steps to her home. I sighed, not sure if rough even covered it.
"I just need to get laid. No toys, no weird dates." I plopped onto her armchair, letting the exhaustion fully hit me.
"Well it's a good thing we don't slut shame in the Moore house. Hop in the shower while I get you something to wear. You're going to get fucked tonight, and I'm gonna help you find the perfect man." One hot shower later, I joined Jess in her room.
"No clothes picked out already?" I asked, an eyebrow raised in mock surprise.
"Oh, no. If you saw what I have planned you'd run away. Now come, join me." I laid beside her on the bed, seeing her phone screen lit up with half naked men.
"What is this, porn?"
"Nope. Tindr. Just trying to find you a 40 something man with a nice body. What about him?" I shook my head at the blonde middle aged man on the screen.
"He reminds me of Mr. Jackson from across the street." We both looked at one another and shivered in disgust.
"Okay, what about him?"
"It says he's 55." I laughed.
"You never know." Jess said in a sing-song voice. We swiped past a few more and then we gasped.
"Oh my." I mumbled.
"Hot damn, daddy." Jess whistled. The man was 45, jacked, and very good looking. "Whoa, what a coincidence. Check out his name." I looked. James. The same name as my ex. I had given Mark the name as his middle name as a way to give him something of his father. Now it seemed to be back in an entirely different way.
"So what now?" I asked as Jess swiped yes.
"Now we wait for him to match, which won't take long because I used a photo of my boobs as your profile." I punched her shoulder playfully.
"Jerk." But if it worked...
"While we wait, let's get you dressed." She stood and pulled a black bag from under the bed. I groaned, recognizing a familiar pattern with Jess and secret clothing bags. "Don't give me that, these are special." She pulled out a very skimpy black lingerie set. "Put it on, no complaining." I sighed and reached for the garments. As I pulled up the panties, I realized not only was it mostly string, the crotch was missing. It made me glad I had shaved myself again. The bra was the same. The tiny triangles covered my areola, but two slits left my nipples poking out through the lace.
"Jess, this might be too much."
"Nonsense. You look smoking hot." She glanced at her phone. "It says he's into daddy dom stuff. Maybe we should dress you up in cutesy clothes." I swallowed nervously. She pulled out a frilly, white, long sleeved shirt. It was buttoned up the entire front and extremely low cut. She paired it with a pleated black skirt and black thigh highs. "Don't kill me, but I'm giving you braided pigtails." As her fingers expertly moved through my hair, I wondered how she had an outfit for everything. I guess being sexually active meant being prepared. She did my makeup, and as she smeared the last of the lip-gloss, her phone chimed. "Eeee! He matched with you. Should I tell him his place?" I shook my head.
"I'd rather do mine, since it's safer. Plus I can call you and you'll be right here."
"Okay, but unless you call for help, I'm ignoring any screaming." Heat rose to my cheeks. Oh boy. This was happening. "Did you kick Mark and Luke out yet?" I shook my head.
"No, I can go do that now." Jess grabbed my arm as I turned to go tell them.
"Uh, honey, not looking like that. I'm having a hard time myself. They'll probably jump you." I blinked.
"But Mark's my son."
"He's a man, too, sweetie. And you are a sexy woman. You can't ignore the fact he's going to think the same thing if he sees you like this. Luke isn't related to you, so you can count on him thinking that way with no hesitation." I nodded. Little did she know, I understood very well.
"What do I do?"
