I do what comes naturally and pull her into my arms, securing one hand behind her head and the other at her lower back. I rub my thumb along the curve of her ass. And then I let my palm slide down and I squeeze.
She’s a perfect handful and my entire body lights up upon contact.
And her ensuing gasp is enough to remind my dick of his earlier dirty thoughts and I get instantly hard.
Swinging her around, we land on the couch, the cushions catching our fall, and I’m on top of her, my length nestled between her legs. Which my dick particularly likes, and twitches when he feels the heat there.
We kiss and suck and nip at each other until we’re out of breath. Joey suddenly stops and pushes me off her, which I don’t agree with, but move to allow her room to sit up.
She’s panting hard, which makes me smile. But she doesn’t return the sentiment. Instead, she looks at me with uncertainty.
“How can you kiss me like that – right here on Pat’s couch? Don’t you feel any shame or guilt?”
I’m caught off guard by the question. Why the hell would I feel guilty?
So I answer truthfully. “None whatsoever. What does he have to do with this? He doesn’t care.”
“Ugh,” she grunts, obviously frustrated by my answer. “So you’re a two-timing douchebag?”
Now this pisses me off. “Two-timing? I’m single. I’m not two-timing anyone.”
“But Pat…”
“Again, don’t see how he fits into the equation. Help me out here, Joey. You’re not making much sense.”
“So you and Pat have an open relationship? Out of sight, out of mind?”
Those two words,openandrelationshiphave me wondering what the hell she’s asking.
Does she think I’m…wait, no way. She couldn’t possibly. Have I given her any indication that I’m gay?
I reach for her hand and she pulls it back. I grab it again, undeterred.
“Joey, I think you may have the wrong idea about me and Pat. We’re just old friends. There’s nothing between us.”
Her forehead squishes up in thought. “So you guys aren’t sleeping together?”
I choke out a harsh laugh. “Uh, that’s a no.”
“Are you bi?”
“Am I bi what?”
“Sexual,” she huffs out at me, throwing a hand in the air like I’m an idiot.
Again, I laugh. “Uh, no. I’m as straight as they come.”
She shakes her head, her fingers digging into her scalp.
“But last night…I saw a message on your phone. A Grindr message. That’s a gay hookup app, isn’t it?”
I almost choke with laughter.
“Yes, it is. But it’s not for my use. Pat was having difficulty with a stalker, I guess. So he asked me if I could pose as his boyfriend and tell the guy to fuck off. I’d sent the dude a very clear message that Pat wasn’t interested or available.”
Joey thinks this over for a second, trying to determine if that made sense. Her green eyes squint, as if she’s trying to work out a tough math problem.
“Okay, but what about your ex. Al…he’s…”
