“Hey you,” Maya said, coming in with Maya, Catharine and Amanda close behind.
“Hey.”
I hugged all three of them in their turn. I hadn’t seen any of them since the baby shower and even then only barley. I had been so focus on work recently I had been neglecting my social life. Aside from the occasional fuck session with Mike.
“You look great!” Maya gushed.
“Thanks, you too,” I said, mostly to return the compliment. It hardly needed saying. Maya always looked great. It was just her genetics.
“I’m planning a Halloween party,” Maya said, “if your up to it I would love for you to do a cake.”
“Sure,” I said.
“Cool! I was thinking with something that looks like a head that looks like it is being cut open. You can do that right?”
“You’ve seen my cemetery cake right?” I asked.
“Um, no, I don’t think I have,” she said.
I got out my phone and showed her the photo I had taken for posterity before sending my creation off to be devoured.
“Oh. My. God!” Maya enthused.
“Let me see!” Gia said, looking over Maya’s shoulder.
“What do you think?” I asked.
“That you’re wasting you’re talent doing edibles,” Gia said, staring at the phone, as though mesmerized.
“I still have the photo,” I said.
“Any others?” Gia asked.
“Other what?”
“I think she means photos,” Maya said, handing back the phone.
“Not really,” I said.
“Start,” Gia said.
“Hey?”
“You are a genius and need to be recognized. Start taking photos of your best creations. Not only is it a record of your creations, I think it could be a great new avenue of art, combining design, photography with the interesting twist of taking an art form meant to be temporary and making it permanent by making a permeant record of it. One that is both the work and not.”
“This is not a pipe,” Amanda said quietly.
“Exactly!” Gia enthused.
“O-okay,” I said, completely lost.
“Reece knows a lot of people in the art world. His fund gives money to a lot of art foundations and runs at least three arts scholarships.”
“Oh,” I said.
“Trust me, babe, it will be really good,” Gia said.
“I always trust you,” I said.
“How are things going with Mike?” Gia asked.
“It’s, um, complicated,” I said, not quite sure what to say.
“It might sound strange but there is something about him. It seems like he is the one for you. Honestly.”
“Your just saying that because Mike is Reece’s friend,” I teased.
“That’s partly true, yeah,” Gia admitted, “I also think you and Mike are really good together.”
I really hoped Gia was right. She usually was. Though I couldn’t help wondering if Mike was still stuck on Jessa. She was definitely hot.
“Hi,” Mike said.
I was both surprised and not surprised to find Mike waiting my door. The building hadn’t had a doorman for years and he wasn’t getting without a key or getting buzzed. In a way, I admired his tenacity.
“How long have you been there?” I asked.
“Not too long,” he said.
“Okay, next question, why are you here?”
“I just could wait.”
“For what?” I pressed.
“To have sex with you again,” he confessed, “no talking or complicated relationship stuff. I just want to fuck.”
Had he been anyone one else I would have slugged him. I wasn’t a slut, no matter what was assumed by many. I fucked a lot yes. I loved sex, yes. But I only had one guy at a time. I didn’t even know if Mike and I were in a relationship, at least officially, but I had only fucked him. It was just how I was wired. It honestly seemed more like he was trying to convince himself. At least going by the fact that he went through all the trouble of going all the way over and waiting for her. And the hockey date.
It seemed unlikely he would have gone to that much trouble just for a fuck. I didn’t know for sure though and it was really frustrating. There was one way I could think of to put me in a better headspace.
“Come on,” I said, unlocking the door.
I didn’t let Mike touch me on the way to my apartment. He tried only once, getting the message after I knocked his hand away.
Once inside I stripped down to nothing and went to sit on the couch in the living room, Mike close behind me. I could feel his gaze on my ass. Sitting on the couch I spread my legs, offering up my wet little pussy.
“Dig in,” I said.
Mike dropped to his knees without a moment’s hesitation and he dropped to his knees and licked my pussy like his life depended on it. I clamped my hands on the back of his head, moaning loudly as he licked me.
“Yes, just like that,” I moaned.
I didn’t know how he managed to know just where to lick me but fuck if he didn’t and brought me to the biggest orgasms of my life. My whole body tense as I literally screamed with orgasm, suddenly over taken by hard convulsion of ecstasy.