Ellie has just turned forty when her husband of fourteen years announces that he's met someone new.
This sends Ellie into a deep depression that only her friends can help her out of. They invite her on a girls' trip to the Caribbean. The goal of th...
As soon as Henry started following me on Instagram, I was overwhelmed by the massive amount of followers who followed suit. Jeff was great at helping me set up my account and gave me advice how to interact with the fans, who were eager to ask questions about Henry. They almost all asked the same question: Are you Henry's girlfriend?
My friends were asking the same question teasingly. We were sitting on the beach at sunset. We had brought a picnic basket and Lloyd and Matt were trying their best to get a bonfire going. Ana had braided my hair, and we were laughing and being silly. Henry sat down across from me with his guitar. To my mortification Gayle asked the question again: "Are you Henry's girlfriend, Ellie?"
I hid my face in my hands as the others started hooting and teasing. Henry laughed while strumming on his guitar.
"Yes she is", he said.
That set off a new round of hooting and whisteling. Henry just laughed at them. I blew him a kiss and smiled at him. He pulled his phone out from his pocket and snapped a photo of me.
Before drifting off to sleep that night, I opened Instagram and right there at the top of my feed my own face beamed back at me. I was smiling, my skin was tanned, I had freckles on my nose and my hair was braided. In the background the sun was setting into the sea. The sky was pink, purple and orange - it was gorgeous. The caption to the post was a red heart.
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Henry had almost fifty million followers on Instagram and when we woke up the next morning 4,5 million people had liked his photo. His feed was mostly pictures from his live shows that Lloyd had taken. This post was a tiny peek into his personal life. The comments under the post were mainly positive, hearts and sweet messages from people who supported him and were happy for him. There were of course also broken heart emojis, cry face emojis and people who wrote things about me that were unkind. This was what Jeff and Henry had been trying to prepare me for. My biggest insecurity was the most represented: How old is she? My age was obviously going to be the main issue.
"That we can deal with", Jeff said. "Henry you can maybe bring up how society is making ageism a socially acceptable prejudice or something like that".
Henry nodded. "Or... we can just ignore them and let them know that I am happy?" He gave Jeff one of his big smiles and nudged his shoulder.
I was busy reading comments. I had been told it might be too rough and that I probably shouldn't, but I felt like I needed to see what they said. If I found it difficult, I could always stop. After a while I felt like the positive comments actually outweighed the negative ones.
"It's not so bad", I said out loud. "I don't feel unwelcome in your life".
Henry smiled and came to sit next to me on the sofa. "That's good, I'm glad", he said while taking my hand and leading it to his lips, so he could kiss it. "Let's just focus on us?" he asked.
I nodded and leaned in to kiss him. Jeff cleared his throat. "I guess that's my cue", he laughed and left us alone in the beach house.
"Are you truly okay with this?", Henry asked as he played with one of the curls in my hair.
"Mmm", I hummed as he cupped my cheek in his hand and stroked my bottom lip with his thumb. I kissed his thumb and he broke eyecontact to look at my mouth. He licked his lips and leaned in to kiss me. He was a phenomenal kisser, he kissed deeply and passionately with the right amount of tongue. His kisses made me feel warm and wanted. I could kiss him for hours. Somehow it just felt like his kisses were intimate, like he was giving himself to me completely.
I broke the kiss to look at him. I traced my thumb along his cheekbone and down his jaw. "You make me so happy", I whispered before kissing him on the chin. He smiled at me and was about to say something, but I put my fingers over his lips and shushed him. I shook my head and proceeded to kiss his neck, his shoulder, his chest and down his ribs. I traced tiny kisses down his stomach, below his bellybutton. I looked up at him to make sure that he was okay with what I was doing. He nodded as I made the move to unzip his jeans. I slowly unzipped his pants and released him from his boxers. I was very inexperienced in the art of oral sex. My heart was racing and I was nervous, but excited at the same time. Henry was obviously very excited as well. He didn't last long, before he drew in his breath and gently stopped me. Out of breath, his voice hoarse with lust he said: "I'm about to come". I wasn't comfortable with swallowing, so in stead I helped him finish by hand.
He helped me up on the sofa, kissed me and thanked me. My pulse was loud in my ears, my cheeks were red. I was extremely turned on and the look of his sweaty torso was driving me wild. "I have to feel you", I whispered in his ear. His eyes were wild with desire as he laid me down on the sofa and placed himself on top of me. He gently entered me while I wrapped my legs around him to pull him as close as I possibly could. We started slow at first, but I needed him more, deeper and harder. Sex had never been like this before. Wild, hot, addictive and so, so good.
