Feisty Francesca

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#55 Not just platonic anymore

I’m hanging out with Joshua in my apartment with the General on the couch with us when my phone rings. It’s a number from the hospital, so I squeak, hoping it’s Christopher. Or well, maybe I should call him Dr. Davids, since he’ll hopefully be my boss soon.

“Mute it!” I yell at Jos, motioning to the movie we’re watching. “This might be it!” I take a deep breath, fix my hair even though Christopher can’t see me through the phone, and pick up. “Francesca Berger speaking.”

“Hi Francesca, it’s Chris.”

Oh, okay… Not even Christopher, but Chris. “Hi, Chris.”

Joshua nudges me. “Chris?” he mouths, looking incredulous. I motion for him to shut up.

“I’m calling you about that job,” he says, sounding a little weird. “And about something else.”

“Okay…” I’m jumping out of my goddamn skin. “Did I get it?”

“Yes,” he says. “Congratulations. You’ll be needed in the ER for three more weeks, but then you’ll be transferred to my unit. You’re a pediatric nurse now, Francesca.”

“Hell yeah!” I exclaim before I can help myself. Joshua gives me a high five and he grins when I do a little dance, holding the phone up in the air. When I put it back to my ear, Christopher is halfway through an explanation, so I ask him to start over. “Sorry, I wasn’t listening. Not that I normally don’t listen. I swear that I always listen to my boss. To you, I guess. I was just doing a little dance because I’m so excited. I swear I will-”

“Word vomit,” Joshua whispers, shutting me up. I give him a grateful look and take a deep breath.

“Sorry,” I tell Christopher. “Okay, I’m back. Please go on.”

He laughs, not sounding bothered at all. “Okay, so training will start on…” He goes into a lengthy explanation of my duties, what training will look like, a conference he wants me to go to with him, all that kind of stuff. I grab a pen and paper and jot down the details, getting more and more excited.

“I’m looking forward to working with you,” I tell him when he’s done explaining everything. “Or well, for you. You’re the boss.”

“Me too. And… I wanted to ask you something. It’s a little inappropriate, I think, but well…” He sounds nervous. “I was thinking… Technically, you’re not working for me yet. You work for Dr. Martin for another three weeks. So was thinking… Well, first things first: I want to make it perfectly clear that you are getting this job no matter what your answer is.”

“Erm… okay?” I give Joshua a weird look. What is Christopher going to ask me?

“I know I’m almost twice your age, but…”

Oh shit. Is this really happening?

“I was wondering if you’d let me take you out. On like… a date.”

“You’re asking me out?” I ask, just to make sure I heard him right.

Joshua’s eyes go wide and he pokes me, shaking his head at me. “Don’t,” he mouths. “He’s your boss.”

“Yes,” Christopher is saying with a smile in his voice. “Like I said, totally inappropriate. I know. I just… I find you very charming and funny and cute, and we basically spent the whole job interview talking about how we’re both single, and I just thought… Anyway, if you want to say no, that’s fine. I shouldn’t even have asked.”

“Look…” I start, feeling a little weird about this. Sure, he’s a hot, successful, single guy, but he’s also going to be my boss. Plus, I’ve already got Thomas and Joshua to deal with, and my mind isn’t made up yet, so I’m not keen on adding another suitor to the mix. This is a weird problem to have. Who would have though that I’d end up in this situation? Not me. Definitely not me.

“I get it, forget I asked.” Christopher grunts. “I just made things awkward, didn’t I?”

“A little,” I confess, smiling at how young he sounds beating himself up about this. “Look, I think you’re cute and all, but dating my boss just doesn’t seem like a great way to start my new job. Plus, you’re Annabel’s ex and she’s getting married to one of my best friends, so it’s a little… weird.”

“I know.” He sighs heavily. “Any chance we can forget I asked?”

“Asked what?” I joke lamely, making him laugh.

“Thanks. See you at work, Francesca.”

“Bye, Chris.”

The moment I hang up, Joshua looks at me with what can only be described as hurt in his eyes. “You wanted to say yes, didn’t you?”

“No,” I say honestly. “I didn’t.”

“If he wasn’t your boss and Annabel’s ex, would you have said yes?”

I shrug. “Maybe. I don’t know. Fact is he is, so it doesn’t matter.”

“It matters to me.” Joshua grunts and shifts to his body is angled towards me. “You’ve got me and Tomas begging for you to give us a shot, and here you are, telling your new boss that you think he’s cute like it’s no big deal. And he is like… what? 44? That’s just… great. That’s fucking fantastic.”

“43.”

“Whatever,” Joshua says, rolling his eyes. “Are you ready to dip your toe in the dating pool again? Because if you are, I’m asking you out. Right now.”

“Not yet,” I say honestly. I know I’m being a drag, but I don’t just want to jump into something too soon and end up hurting yet another good friend. I just can’t lose Josh as my friend. I can’t. I love the guy to death. I’m just not sure if we can be good as a couple as well. Until I figure out what I want, I should just remain single. I already got so close to losing Thomas, and I’m grateful he seems to have decided to stick around even though he said he was through with me.

“Okay, fine, let’s get back to our movie,” Joshua sighs. “Forget I said anything.”

“Josh…” I scoot closer and put a hand on top of the blanket he’s huddled under so I can comfort him. “I’m so s-” I stop talking when he freezes, and I realize that my hand isn’t on his leg where I meant to put it. With the blanket obscuring his lower half I misjudged where everything is. Now my hand is on his cock, and I can feel it getting hard under my fingers.

“Fuck,” Joshua breathes, his eyes hooded and his voice dark.

My hand moves without my permission, rubbing him until he’s fully erect. He closes his eyes and leans back into the cushions, breathing hard. Fuck, he feels bigger than I expected. Hard. Warm. Ready for me.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, what am I doing?

“Fran?” Joshua breathes, letting out a soft moan when I keep moving. “What are you doing?”

“I don’t know,” I say just as quietly. My hand stills, but I find myself incapable of moving it away from him completely. Part of me wants to grab him, kiss him, pull off that stupid blanket, take off his pants, wrap my lips around his cock… But that would be stupid, because we were only just discussing how I’m not ready to date yet. I can’t do this to Joshua. Or to myself. Or to Thomas.

It takes every inch of willpower to remove my hand and move away from him as far as I can. He takes a moment to control his breathing, and then his eyes flutter open, finding mine.

“Fuck,” he says, pulling a trembling hand through his hair. “Okay, I need to go home. Right now. Because if I don’t, I’m going to jump your bones. I’m only a 22-year-old guy, Fran, not a saint.”

“Sorry,” I say, looking away from him as he gets up and readjusts is cock in his jeans.

“I’m not,” Joshua says in a seductive voice. “You can do that any time you want, Fran. Although it would be nice if next time, we could finish it.”

I shiver at that idea, feeling my panties dampen. Fuck, I want him.

“Yeah, you should go,” I agree, not daring to look up at him. “We’re still on for tomorrow, right? The masterplan?”

“Oh shit,” Joshua breathes. “Skinny dipping. Fuck. Okay. Yeah, we’re still on for that. Just so you know… I’m definitely going to have this problem again the second I see you without clothes on.”

“Good thing it’ll be dark then,” I say, closing my eyes, trying very hard to not imagine him naked. “We can still think of something else. It doesn’t need to be skinny dipping.”

“No, we’re doing it,” Joshua insists. “For Marcia and Yord.”

“Right,” I agree. “For them.”

Joshua pulls on his shoes and coat, getting ready to leave. “Bye, Fran.”

“Bye,” I breathe, still not looking up at him.

The moment the front door closes behind him, I get up to grab my vibrator from my nightstand. I’m so goddamn wet and horny, I need to take care of myself right now or I will go insane. I settle back on the couch, pull down my sweats and press the vibrator straight to my clit, moaning at the sensation. Joshua’s dark voice sounds in my ears again, and I imagine doing more than just rub him through layers of clothes. I’m getting hotter by the second. Oh, I’m so close to co-

“Holy shit.”

I shriek when I hear Thomas’s voice above me, and I grab the blanket to cover myself. “What the hell!” I yell at him, my cheeks flushed. “Don’t you knock anymore?”

“I hardly ever knock,” Thomas says, laughing at me while he palms his cock through his jeans. “Fuck, that was hot. What has you all hot and bothered? I thought I just heard Joshua leaving, so I thought that I’d come over to say hi and-” He pauses and his eyes go wide. “Oh. I see. Joshua just left.” Hurt seeps into his expression. “Guess you’re not just platonic anymore, huh?”

I’m still half-naked under the blanket and my vibrator may be off, but it’s still in my hand. This is so bloody awkward. “Thomas, could you leave? Now. Please!”

“Are you sure you don’t want a hand?” His hand is still moving over his crotch, and I can tell he’s getting all worked-up, ready to do something stupid. “I can make you forget all about Joshua.”

I shiver at the thought of Thomas getting me off, but I know that I can’t go down that path again. “Just go,” I plead. “Please.”

“Okay, fine.” He grabs the General from under the couch and pulls him into his arms. “Come on, you big ugly fur ball. Your owner needs some privacy to masturbate.” He winks at me and walks out of my apartment with my cat.

“Fuck,” I groan, beyond horrified. I’m not sure if I’m going to be able to finish now, knowing that Thomas is in the other room, probably jerking himself off to what he just saw. That thought gets me going again, and I turn the vibrator back on. Cat’s out of the bag now anyway, might as well release some of the tension in my body. It takes me only a few minutes to come, shifting between fantasies about Thomas and Joshua.

When I’m done, I pull my pants back on and make my way to Thomas to get my cat back. He’s only wearing boxer shorts when he opens the door, smirking at me.

“Damn, you’re almost as fast as I am,” he teases. “That was hot as fuck, Fran. Although I’d rather join you next time than masturbate in my own apartment.”

“Shut up.” I grab the General, who doesn’t really want to leave. He even scratches me. “Fine,” I huff. “Stay here with Thomas. I don’t care.” I turn away from them and go back into my place, locking the door behind me and putting on the deadbolt so Thomas won’t be able to walk in again.

This is one strange night.

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