An Unpredicted "Us"

It's Just S-E-X

Aside from the fact that his tongue made me orgasm.

"Nope!" I say in an accidental high-pitched tone and proceed to clear my throat. "He's been on his dates. He might have found someone. I'm not sure."

"He didn't find someone." She's quick to argue. "He spent the night at Rogers last night if that's what you're thinking."

"Oh, okay," I say and feel awkward. I feel awkward because a part of me feels relieved that Ryan didn't sleep with his date. Why do I care? I shouldn't fucking care!

"Well..." I say and pause for a second. "It's not like I am keeping tabs on your dad. I'm just busy with school and work and all the above."

"Fair enough. Has he at least been cool with you? Have you two talked much, done anything?"

Again! Aside from the fact that he rocked my fucking world without sex!

"Nope!" I repeat, feeling like I'm going to fucking slip up and say something that could give her the slightest hint.

And the problem with Lacey is, just like me...she overthinks everything! If I look at her wrong, she thinks I am mad. If I smile at Ryan, she thinks I am hitting on him...well...that might be pushing it a bit. But still! She reads into everything!

"You two haven't spoken?"

"Well, we have. Just...we don't have a lot to say to each other. He's your dad and he lives here, but for having off work this week he's still managed to have a couple of work lunches and then his date, and like you just told me he stayed at Rogers last night. So, no! We haven't had much time to see or talk to each other at all. Why are you being so weird?"

"Me?" Her tone sounds stern. "I'm not. I was just asking. I..." She pauses and I can hear someone talking in the background. Every part of me wants to blurt out 'Your dad rocked my world' because I don't hide secrets from her. But this is one secret that has to stay hidden.

"I have to go." She says, returning my attention to the fact that I am on a call with her because my crazy ass is losing my mind right now.

"Okay, Bye!" I say and quickly hang up.

"Phew!!!!" And plenty more exclamations, because...Shit! It's early in all of this and I have to find a way to work around the thought that Ryan...a very attractive man and my best friend's dad rocked my entire world with just his mouth. And I have to somehow move on and act like it never happened?

When I put my mind to it. I can do anything I want. I have always been that way. But forgetting the man I live with got drunk and pleasured me in ways no man has ever pleasured me and it's someone I don't even find a romantic attraction to, and it would end my friendship with the closest person I have ever had in my life. There is no way this can end well!

When I was a teen...fuck I am almost twenty but I am still technically a teen. Anyways! When I was fourteen a friend of mine had a cousin who was nineteen also. She fell in love with a thirty-five-year-old. They have a kid together and have been happier than ever. They are living their lives. They travel, work, have fun, and they show the world they love each other.

And what point am I trying to get at with myself right now?

I remember how many people hated them because they were sixteen years apart. But I saw something in them. I hung around them and they loved each other. They still do. Ryan is only slightly over twelve years different. That's not bad!

Last I heard they took a trip to Morocco. She's amazing and he is just as amazing. The baby is with them, and I heard they took his mom too. I still chat with her every once in a while. And they have every right to be happy like they are.

Oh my God! What am I doing?

Why am I telling myself Ryan's age is okay for me? We are never going to connect like that ever. I think I'm more nervous about the fact of someone finding out what we did...what he did...with his tongue...

Jesus! His tongue!

Snap out of it! Lacey's DAD will never be more than my best friend's father. Nothing will ever happen between him and me. And he knows that. I bet that's why he stayed at Rogers last night. I bet he doesn't come home tonight! I bet he knows what he did and he's regretting it.

I flip open my laptop and bury myself back into my schoolwork. I can't keep my mind on him or what happened. I need to get rid of the memories. Those should not exist in my brain. I wonder if Claire's uncle can make them disappear. Like magic or hypnosis. I can't keep those thoughts in my brain. Including waking up to see the size of his...

Memory wipe, please!

I grab my phone to text Claire. "Can your uncle wipe my memory of what happened? Because I am terrified, I am going to slip to Lacey. Even worse, I am terrified of Ryan knowing and me knowing. I have to get this out of my brain, including seeing his size!"

"I'll ask." She responds quickly. "And I never want to forget how big Ryan is. I saw that manmade crocodile slithering near my arm, and it sent my nipples into an achy overdrive of arousal."

I cough a laugh yet feel grossed out by her admitting that. "The shit you come up with, and the fact that you have no filter."

"Neither do you!" She argues. "The difference is you're the one with the 'issue' and I am not. So I get to be all 'gross' and 'nasty' and whatever the fuck I want to be. Because I'm not the one that blew off like a dopamine bomb in the bathroom, leaving remnants of your orgasm on the sink and his beard."

Fuck! She just sent flashbacks through my mind. And now I am picturing his chin rubbing against my pussy!

"Yep!" She laughs. "I will talk to my uncle and see if it's even possible to wipe a memory. If anyone can do it. It's him. He's all into that hypnotizing so there has to be something he might be able to help with."

I sigh a sound of disbelief, confusion, and slight anger. "How did I let this happen?"

"You didn't." She admits, defending me and my actions. And that's why I love my fucking friends so much! "Ryan didn't even know what he was doing. That's why people make mistakes all the time when they have drunk sex. It's called morning mistakes. You wake up, see what you did, and then hate yourself for it. Don't worry about it. No one is ever going to find out. They all think I was the one that went down on you. And we will keep it that way."

"You fucking rock, Claire! I knew I loved you for a reason."

"Well, let's be honest." She chuckles. "You and I both know I'd gone down on you and don't need to be drunk for it. So, I have no problem with people thinking it was me."

"But! Let me know what your uncle says. ASAP. Because I can't sit here with this thought in my mind. Or these thoughts."
"I'll get back to you. Love you, bitch! Talk soon!"

I pray we can figure this out!