"ice cream and cigarettes; my body on your bed, yeah."
she's a stubborn entrepreneur, he's a reckless tattoo artist. she loves sex, he loves sex. why not do it together? no strings attached- that is until they both find each other feeling much more...
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third person
reese paced back and fourth in her living room, anxiously chewing on her freshly-manicured nail as she thought long and hard about her situation.
she missed the feeling of vinnie's body on hers. she missed it bad. i mean, sure, she could just ask him if he wanted to sleep with her again, but do you know how embarrassing that'd be?
she'd be practically throwing herself at him, and that would be humiliating. she might as well click on those 'Dick in your area!' pop-ups on PornHub. looking at the way vinnie acted, however, it wouldn't be surprising if he had done the same thing.
there was no doubt in reese's mind that he was experienced in the bed room. hell, the one night they had shared together felt like something out of Fifty Shades Of Gray. that also intimidated her, the thought of all the women he's slept with. she tried to tell herself that she was only conscious of his sex life because of possible transmittable diseases, but she knew that it was actually her fear of not meeting his needs.
reese, despite her urges, was never a promiscuous girl. there was undoubtedly many things in the bedroom that she wouldn't have the best knowledge on, what if she wouldn't be able to keep up with vinnie's pace?
her mental debate was soon cut off by the sound of her MacBook alerts, a screen of her parents calling her on Skype catching her eyes. her lips made a slight pout before she got into bed sitting the MacBook in her lap.
time for a whole new mental war.
"hello- oh, honey, what are you wearing?" reese's father cut his greeting short as he saw his daughter on the screen. reese sighed, "hi, mother, father. i'm, uh, just wearing a tanktop because i'm going to bed."
"a tanktop?" her mother let out a slight scoff, "we didn't allow you to move out so you could start owning tanktops. your chest is far too big to be wearing tight clothes, sweetheart, i've told you this since you were a girl."
reese just nodded. there was no point in arguing. no point in saying something like, 'i'm just sleeping in it'. she would never, ever win in an argument against her parents. "yes, mother, i know."
"there's perverted men out there, you have to respect yourself. now, how is work? have you gotten a promotion?" her father asked the same question he asked every call, with no fail.
the young woman shook her head a bit, "no, um, not yet. it hasn't been even a year yet, so i'm sure they'd want to give it to someone with a longer history there, i guess."
she had to look away from the screen, not wanting to show the emotion she was feeling. sometimes, if even she wasn't looking at her parents, she knew the faces they were making.
right now, her father had the bottom half of his face scrunched up, and he was nodding his head only two times. her mother was shaking her head repeatedly, furrowing her eyebrows just enough to empathize the look her in eyes. the look that said, 'how did i end up raising someone as disappointing as you?'.
it was like a reese had a spidey-sense for when they had that look on their face, simply from seeing it her whole life. she couldn't recall a time in her life where she went longer than a week without seeing it.
"well, that just means you have to work harder." her mother spoke with vengeance.
"of course, mother. almost is never enough, i know." reese sighed, moving her eyes back to them.
"alright, then...well, we'll be off to bed then. we hope to hear some sort of progression from you next week." her mom looked at her dad, then back at the camera with a huff. reese could tell they were growing impatient, impatient of waiting for the daughter they've always wanted.
"i know. goodnight, mom."
"sleep well, reese. make us proud tomorrow."
the call ended and reese sighed, shaking her head and closing the tab on her laptop. she knew that there was logically a 88% chance she couldn't possibly be getting a promotion by the end of the year. while she did take her job very seriously, and showed steady improvement every month she was there, there was stealth competition.
there were many older, wealthier men who had been there longer than her, who had worked for it longer. however, that slight 12% chance made her want to push the limits. it made her want to work harder, be smarter. because maybe, just maybe, that promotion would wipe that look of disappointment off her parents faces.
she just needed to clear her mind; make sure the stress from her parents, and her own mind, is getting relieved regularly to keep her level-headed. unfortunately, nothing has quite done that effect as well as vinnie did on that unforgettable night.
that was it. that was the answer. she didn't have to admit to any desires or feelings for vinnie, because all she wanted him for was to release that stress from her body. she didn't want him for anything but his body, and that's exactly what she was gonna tell him.
she put on her bonnet before shutting off her light, pulling the covers over her body and shutting her eyes. this is what she needed, maybe even what she wanted.
that night, before she drifted off to sleep, she had made up her mind. vinnie hacker was gonna meet his match.
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authors note
hii..did yall miss me😀 i wonder how many of yall are even still here😭😭😭 its been way...WAY too long
ive just missed writing so much...and with everything going on in the world, a distraction is needed.
how are you guys?
ill see if i continue the story, or maybe glimpse of us. or maybe both. or maybe a new one. i missed this.
