Right?
“Stop thinking about it,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “It’s fine. It’ll be good.”
“Yeah,” I whisper. “Good.”
“You do matter to me, it’s not just sex.”
I believe him when he says that, because he doesn’t seem like the kind of person that would ever befriend and then use someone. We didn’t come into this wanting sex, but here we are. Maybe it’ll help us both move on, maybe it’ll end up destroying us, either way, being with him right now, having someone like him in my life, it’s the best thing to ever happen to me and I’ll do whatever I can not to lose it.
“I know,” I whisper. “It’s okay.”
He squeezes me, to let me know he’s heard me.
I snuggle in closer.
And we fall asleep. Just like that.
Friends. But not friends.
Why do I feel like this is going to hurt?
~*~*~*~*~
“Two months?” Roman says, his eyes lighting up.
“Two months. We’ve officially been friends two months, even though we’ve technically known each other so much longer.”
“That went fast,” he says as we walk up to the front porch of his Uncle’s house. “Happy spoosversary.”
I laugh. “Original.”
He grins at me.
We pause at the door and knock. Roman brought me over today to meet his Uncle. I’m not nervous, funnily enough, because everything with Roman just feels natural. He seems lighter in the last few weeks, like maybe he’s finally starting to move on from that horrid ex. He smiles more, laughs more, and his eyes are lighter. We hang out a lot, and even though we’ve been sleeping together, we still get along just as good as we did before it, if not better.
Our connection is genuine.
“Roman!” His Uncle says, opening the door.
He’s an older man, maybe in his sixties, with grey hair and kind eyes. He extends his hand and Roman shakes it. “Uncle Ken, this is Molly, my friend.”
I extend my hand too, and shake the one placed in it. “Nice to meet you,” I smile.
“You too, darlin’, come inside.”
We enter his house and take a seat at the table. It’s a homely place, with a warmth that not many houses hold anymore.
“How’s work been?” Ken asks Roman, and the two of them get into a lengthy discussion about it.
I smile, listening, enjoying being part of something different. Being around bikers all the time, it’s good, it’s family, but sometimes having normal conversations, with normal people, it feels nice. I listen to the two of them talking as they make coffee, and when they both join me at the table, I join in on their conversation.
“I have a good story,” Ken says, smiling at me.
Roman rolls his eyes and mouths, ‘Here we go.’.
I grin at him, and then turn back to Ken. “Tell me.”
“Had this horse once, crazy thing it was. Used to throw everyone off. Nobody could ride it. Anyway, we took it mustering one day and this random fellow came along to give us a hand. He was a big guy, scary looking, and so I gave him the horse to ride.”
Oh God. The horse is going to kick him off. I nod, encouraging Ken on.
“So we’re out mustering for days, it’s hot, and we set up camp one night. We’re all there, drinking and talking, and it’s fucking cold you know? This guy is fairly quiet, keeps to himself mostly, so he’s easy enough to have around.”
Wait. So the story isn’t about a horse? I keep listening, so does Roman, but he looks as confused as I do. Ken reaches over onto the table, and pulls out a ketchup bottle and puts it in front of him. This story is about...ketchup? I glance at Roman, who gives me a cheeky smile and a shrug. Yep. He’s lost too.
“Anyway, so this man stands and goes over by the fire for a piss. I’m not even kidding, he pulls it out and it is the biggest cock I’ve ever seen,” Ken points to the ketchup bottle. “Like this much bigger and higher than this bottle.”
I giggle.
Roman raises his brows.
So the story is about...the size of this guys cock? I can’t help but laugh. Not where I thought it was going.
“Anyway, we’re all staring, thinking this guy mustn’t get laid much, because that thing would split a girl in two. Next day, we head out mustering again and he goes his own way. Weird fella, barely spoke, strange personality.”
Wait...the story isn’t over? It wasn’t about a horse...or a cock...?
Roman chuckles and looks at me, rolling his eyes again.
“When we’re done mustering, we get back into town and see a newspaper. You’ll never guess who we see on the front...” He looks at both of us.
“The guy with the horse cock?” Roman adds and we both chuckle.
“Yep, only, he’s a wanted man. A murderer. He’d been going around killing people. He’d stayed with us for days, with his monster cock, and then gone on to kill two people after it.”
I blink.
Wait...what?
“A murderer?” Roman says, blinking a few times, too.
“Yep. For whatever reason, he decided not to kill us, but went on to find some other poor bastard to rape and murder.”
I shiver. That’s awful.
“Fuck,” Roman says. “Glad you got straight to the point, Uncle Ken.”
I giggle again.
Roman looks at me and winks.
We spend another few hours there, before getting into the car to head out to lunch. As soon as we disappear down Ken’s driveway, Roman bursts out laughing. “That was the craziest story I’ve ever heard.”
“Right?” I laugh. “I thought it was about a horse!”
“And then about a monster cock!” Roman snorts.
“But it was about a freaking murderer.”
“Trust him to take four hours to get to that point.”
I laugh. “Still, that was the best story I’ve heard in so long.”
“And the most in depth,” Roman points out.
We both laugh the entire way to the restaurant we’re having lunch at. Climbing out of the car, I feel light inside, happy even. Hanging out with Roman, it just feels...normal. There is never moments where we’re awkward with each other. In silence, or in chatter, we just get along, there is nothing weird between us, we can say whatever we have to say and it never feels off.
“Stop thinking about it,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “It’s fine. It’ll be good.”
“Yeah,” I whisper. “Good.”
“You do matter to me, it’s not just sex.”
I believe him when he says that, because he doesn’t seem like the kind of person that would ever befriend and then use someone. We didn’t come into this wanting sex, but here we are. Maybe it’ll help us both move on, maybe it’ll end up destroying us, either way, being with him right now, having someone like him in my life, it’s the best thing to ever happen to me and I’ll do whatever I can not to lose it.
“I know,” I whisper. “It’s okay.”
He squeezes me, to let me know he’s heard me.
I snuggle in closer.
And we fall asleep. Just like that.
Friends. But not friends.
Why do I feel like this is going to hurt?
~*~*~*~*~
“Two months?” Roman says, his eyes lighting up.
“Two months. We’ve officially been friends two months, even though we’ve technically known each other so much longer.”
“That went fast,” he says as we walk up to the front porch of his Uncle’s house. “Happy spoosversary.”
I laugh. “Original.”
He grins at me.
We pause at the door and knock. Roman brought me over today to meet his Uncle. I’m not nervous, funnily enough, because everything with Roman just feels natural. He seems lighter in the last few weeks, like maybe he’s finally starting to move on from that horrid ex. He smiles more, laughs more, and his eyes are lighter. We hang out a lot, and even though we’ve been sleeping together, we still get along just as good as we did before it, if not better.
Our connection is genuine.
“Roman!” His Uncle says, opening the door.
He’s an older man, maybe in his sixties, with grey hair and kind eyes. He extends his hand and Roman shakes it. “Uncle Ken, this is Molly, my friend.”
I extend my hand too, and shake the one placed in it. “Nice to meet you,” I smile.
“You too, darlin’, come inside.”
We enter his house and take a seat at the table. It’s a homely place, with a warmth that not many houses hold anymore.
“How’s work been?” Ken asks Roman, and the two of them get into a lengthy discussion about it.
I smile, listening, enjoying being part of something different. Being around bikers all the time, it’s good, it’s family, but sometimes having normal conversations, with normal people, it feels nice. I listen to the two of them talking as they make coffee, and when they both join me at the table, I join in on their conversation.
“I have a good story,” Ken says, smiling at me.
Roman rolls his eyes and mouths, ‘Here we go.’.
I grin at him, and then turn back to Ken. “Tell me.”
“Had this horse once, crazy thing it was. Used to throw everyone off. Nobody could ride it. Anyway, we took it mustering one day and this random fellow came along to give us a hand. He was a big guy, scary looking, and so I gave him the horse to ride.”
Oh God. The horse is going to kick him off. I nod, encouraging Ken on.
“So we’re out mustering for days, it’s hot, and we set up camp one night. We’re all there, drinking and talking, and it’s fucking cold you know? This guy is fairly quiet, keeps to himself mostly, so he’s easy enough to have around.”
Wait. So the story isn’t about a horse? I keep listening, so does Roman, but he looks as confused as I do. Ken reaches over onto the table, and pulls out a ketchup bottle and puts it in front of him. This story is about...ketchup? I glance at Roman, who gives me a cheeky smile and a shrug. Yep. He’s lost too.
“Anyway, so this man stands and goes over by the fire for a piss. I’m not even kidding, he pulls it out and it is the biggest cock I’ve ever seen,” Ken points to the ketchup bottle. “Like this much bigger and higher than this bottle.”
I giggle.
Roman raises his brows.
So the story is about...the size of this guys cock? I can’t help but laugh. Not where I thought it was going.
“Anyway, we’re all staring, thinking this guy mustn’t get laid much, because that thing would split a girl in two. Next day, we head out mustering again and he goes his own way. Weird fella, barely spoke, strange personality.”
Wait...the story isn’t over? It wasn’t about a horse...or a cock...?
Roman chuckles and looks at me, rolling his eyes again.
“When we’re done mustering, we get back into town and see a newspaper. You’ll never guess who we see on the front...” He looks at both of us.
“The guy with the horse cock?” Roman adds and we both chuckle.
“Yep, only, he’s a wanted man. A murderer. He’d been going around killing people. He’d stayed with us for days, with his monster cock, and then gone on to kill two people after it.”
I blink.
Wait...what?
“A murderer?” Roman says, blinking a few times, too.
“Yep. For whatever reason, he decided not to kill us, but went on to find some other poor bastard to rape and murder.”
I shiver. That’s awful.
“Fuck,” Roman says. “Glad you got straight to the point, Uncle Ken.”
I giggle again.
Roman looks at me and winks.
We spend another few hours there, before getting into the car to head out to lunch. As soon as we disappear down Ken’s driveway, Roman bursts out laughing. “That was the craziest story I’ve ever heard.”
“Right?” I laugh. “I thought it was about a horse!”
“And then about a monster cock!” Roman snorts.
“But it was about a freaking murderer.”
“Trust him to take four hours to get to that point.”
I laugh. “Still, that was the best story I’ve heard in so long.”
“And the most in depth,” Roman points out.
We both laugh the entire way to the restaurant we’re having lunch at. Climbing out of the car, I feel light inside, happy even. Hanging out with Roman, it just feels...normal. There is never moments where we’re awkward with each other. In silence, or in chatter, we just get along, there is nothing weird between us, we can say whatever we have to say and it never feels off.
