Something So Perfect (Something So 2)

“I’m always on your side, which is why I told you to use the lube.” She shakes her head, sitting down on the couch, kicking her ballerina shoes off. “Now let’s watch Below Deck.”

“Yup, I’m out,” Matthew says while he grabs the box from the table. “I’m going to put this all away in your closet, babe. You just lost a shoe shelf.”

“Matthew, I will snap one of your hockey sticks if you touch even one pair of shoes.” I glare at him. “You want to use a shelf, put your clothes in your room.”

He bends his head, kissing me on the lips, making me forget what I was saying.

“You have it so bad, you don’t even know it,” Vivienne says while I watch Matthew walk out of the room.

“Vas te faire foutre.” Go fuck yourself, I tell her while I sit on the opposite end of the couch, grabbing the remote, and putting our show on. We sit and watch three hours of reality television before Matthew comes back downstairs.

“This was exactly what I needed today. Merci, mon amie,” she says, getting up, putting her shoes on, “but I have a date tonight and I need to exfoliate.” She kisses me on the cheek, looking at Matthew. “As the Americans say, ‘God Speed.’”

He throws up his hand to high-five her.

“A plus tard.” See you later, she says, walking out of the room, slamming the door behind her as she walks out.

“I really like your friend,” Matthew says, lying down on the couch, putting his head in my lap. “We should hook her up with Phil.”

I shake my head. “We have a pact. She doesn’t set me up. I don’t set her up.”

“Fine,” he says, “I’ll let Phil do all the work.”

I shake my head while Matthew grabs the remote, puts it on SportsCenter, and we sit here and watch all the highlights from last night. The best thing about it, not a single word about Matthew and that fucking picture.

Chapter Fifteen

Matthew

I’m standing at the sink in the bathroom, brushing my teeth while I look in the mirror. I watch Karrie lathering herself and I’m hard at the sight. The towel that’s wrapped around my waist suddenly forms a tent.

We spent the afternoon lounging on the couch, the stress of the last couple of days finally leaving me. It also helped that they stopped talking about that fucking picture. A picture that had been published three years ago.

“You might faint, you know?” she says while she tilts her head back to rinse the soap out of her hair.

I spit in the sink, turning to face her while I lean on the counter. “What are you talking about now?”

“All the blood in your body is shooting straight to your dick. You might be light-headed.” She laughs at her own joke.

“Maybe I’ll faint and fall dick first into you!” I smile at her while she stands there watching me with an open mouth. “Hurry up. I have plans for you.” I turn back around to put my toothbrush away. Tossing the towel into the laundry basket, I see her watching me. I grab my cock, stroking it a couple of times while I watch the soap suds from her hair go down her neck and over her nipples, that are already hard and probably tight, streaming down to her pussy. I lick my lips while picturing my face buried in her. “Hurry up, babe.”

She turns her head and turns off the water, squeezing the water from her hair. I walk out of the bathroom, going straight to the bedroom. I dim the lights in the room and light some of the candles that she has in her bedroom. The room is a soft yellow from the glow of the candles. I blow out the last match when she walks into the room, the white towel wrapped around her, another towel twisted on top of her head.

She looks around the room, taking in the candles. I take that opportunity to walk to her. I grab the towel from her hair, twisting it off. Her hair falls down to her shoulders. I throw the towel to the floor, grabbing her hair in both my hands when I lean down and kiss her gently, softly, once, twice, and then my tongue comes out, tracing her bottom lip. Her hands go to my hips while I tilt my head to one side and my tongue invades her mouth. Our tongues join together and twirl. My hands grab her hair tighter, pulling her closer to me while her fingers dig into my hips. I let her go, moving away from her, watching her blue eyes changing color.

“I can drown in your eyes, do you know that?” I tell her while my thumbs rub her cheeks. “Will you save me, Karrie?” I smile at her, watching her nod yes.