Same Time Next Year

by Tessa Bailey

“If it makes you feel better, I’ll even pretend we’re just friends while I’m nine deep, ringing your bell.”

I bite my tongue to keep from asking again if she wants me to stay. I will. In a heartbeat. Doesn’t she realize I’m dying for a chance to prove myself to her? Can’t she feel it?

Yeah bro the desperation is pouring off in waves. Rein it in!

“Sumner, what did you do?” He has the nerve to look proud of himself. “Made you off limits, Britta. It’s a rule that is rarely invoked among the group. But once it’s done, it’s fucking done.” He leans over until our foreheads are a breath apart. “If you don’t like it, then stop being my dream girl.” His mouth is warm and parted, our lips stroking sideways in the barest of touches, but it’s enough to shoot a zing down to my navel. “I should be angry at you. Calling dibs on me like I’m the last french fry.” “You’re more like filet mignon, sweetheart.” “The metaphor isn’t the issue. It’s the tactic. Toxic, macho—” “I didn’t make you off limits because I was feeling competitive. Off the ice, I don’t care if I outdo anyone. I wasn’t in control of myself at all. We were in the locker room. I’d been thinking about you all fucking day with your big beautiful eyes and the way you treat customers like they’re family. The way you mother some people and give tough love to others. How protective you are of the other women, how they look up to you. How your laugh is better than any music. And the words just came out of me. ‘Touch her, and I will end your life.’ Simple.”

That’s the cheesiest shit I’ve ever heard 😆

“I’ve never thought of spitting on and slapping another woman’s tits. Only these.” I massage her breast in my hand, listening to her breath stutter in and out, gratified to see wonder instead of hesitancy. “Mentally, I’ve pushed these sweet things together and fucked them so many times. Come on them.

“You’re warm and wet and beautiful, and you fit me so well, Britta. God, I knew you would feel like this. Like my last woman. I found you.” I pull out almost the entire way, then power back in, deep, holding, looking into her eyes. “You are my last. I’m not going anywhere. Do you understand me?”

Hahahaha imagine telling a guy it’s just sex and he goes “fuck it. Fine” but then comes at you with this while you’re having sex for the first time.

I’m driving down into her from above, hips humping up and down while my forehead remains glued to hers. “Learn to love me too,” I demand, in my own vulnerable state where my head and heart and lust are in a jumble, and I have zero control over what comes out of my mouth. “Love me like I love you.”

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA the ick is realllllllll

“My grandma used to make broccoli cheddar soup. No one has made it since she passed. It was her thing.” “Now it’s your thing,” said Sumner’s mother. “Britta’s famous broccoli cheddar.”

Not sure I could cringe harder

“This calls for a live taste test,” Syd yells. “Someone go get a spoon.” “On it, honey,” sighs a husband, turning for the house and returning less than thirty seconds later with a fistful of spoons. “Here we go.” “Oh, no. Really?” My voice is muffled when Sumner pulls me up against his chest, wrapping his arms around me and kissing the crown of my head. “Can’t we wait until everyone is drunk?” That gets a round of laughs out of the family, but no one heeds my suggestion. Sumner’s sister opens the passenger side door and unbuckles the soup, then drops the container unceremoniously on the trunk of my Honda. Pops off the lid. “Should I go first?” she asks. Sumner drags me in that direction, still locked in his arms. “No way. My wife made that soup. I get the first bite.”

“You’re going to objectify me. Is that what you’re saying?” “Dead ass.”

“Get them out. Let me see how bad they want to be sucked on again.”

I haven’t had the money to buy her the kind of ring she deserves. Every day she has gone without a diamond on her finger has been physical torture. But it ends now. My rock is finally going to wear my rock.

Omgggg 🛑 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣