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#71 I’m lame and I like it

I feel my phone buzz in my bra, and I pull away from Aston who is twirling me around on the dancefloor to check the text. It’s Joshua, telling me he landed safely. There’s a bunch of heart emoticons as well, and I smile when he sends a picture of him at the airport with his parents. He looks all groggy from sleeping on the plane and I wish I could run my hands through those blonde tousled curls.

“Stop looking at your phone!” Aston yells in my air, pulling me back into his arms. “It’s my night off from parenting duties. I’ve got to make it count!”

I laugh, amused by the fact that he’s buzzed from just four beers. He used to be able to drink anyone under the table, but he hasn’t been drinking much since he knocked Annabel up – and even before that, he stopped getting drunk – so he’s become a bit of a lightweight. He’s jumping around like he’s never been inside a club before, his eyes wide. I’m happy Annabel is okay with him going out every once in a while to be is wild crazy self before coming home to her. He loves her and their baby girl Steffi, but he needs to blow off some steam the way he used to.

Thomas joins us, handing us shots of tequila, and we throw them back, wincing as they burn down our throats. He pulls me against him while he dances, his hands on my hips. I pull back a little, not comfortable with his cock pressing against my stomach while we dance. That’s something only Joshua is allowed to do. I can dance with Thomas and Aston, but I don’t want to cross any lines. No way. I’m all in with Josh, and I’m not going to lead anyone on. Especially not Thomas.

“Bitches!” Shaughna yells when she joins us, pulling me away from Thomas and into a hug. She’s not drunk, she hasn’t been drinking at all, but she’s so pumped that she doesn’t need alcohol anyway. “Isn’t this the best club ever?”

“Yes!” I agree, jumping up and down with her. “I love it!”

And I do. It’s amazing. The DJ is great, the whole place is packed with people, and the atmosphere is amazing. I know they want to do theme nights eventually, but for now it’s just a regular club, where boozes flows freely and hot guys are hitting on slutty girls. I wish Joshua was here so we could make out and maybe sneak into the bathroom or something… God, I miss him already.

“I’m gonna call Joshua,” I yell in Aston’s ear, since he’s closest to me.

Aston follows me outside and pulls out his own phone as well. “It’s so weird to not be in bed with Anna right now,” he says, sighing. “I know it’s stupid, but I miss her and Steffi like hell. This is fun, but I like being with my fiancé and baby more than I like partying.”

“That’s so cute.” I smile and tap Joshua’s name on my screen. “We’re so lame,” I tell Aston while I wait for Josh to pick up. “We should be drunk and doing stupid shit right now, yet we’re out here calling our significant others.”

He winks at me. “That’s not lame, that’s love.”

“Franny?” Joshua asks, sounding a little groggy. “Hey baby, how are you doing? I thought you were going out?”

“I’m outside of the club with Aston,” I tell him, unable to keep a grin from my face now that I’m hearing his voice. “He’s calling Annabel right now, and I’m calling you. We’re not really good at clubbing anymore, I guess.”

Josh laughs. “Hope you’re having fun, though. Good for Aston that he’s getting out too. It’s the first time since Steffi was born, isn’t it? How’s he doing?”

We chat for a while, and I love that he knows all these things about my friends, from Aston being a lame dad now that he’s got a baby, and Shaughna being all revved up when she’s working the night in her own club. He always listens to everything I have to say to him, and I love that. He cares about my friends like they’re his own.

“Hey!” Yord waves at me from the other side of the road, crossing it to get to me. His arm is around Marcia, whose hair has grown out and it’s light blue right now, curled to perfection. “Is that Josh?” he asks, grabbing the phone from me. “Hey man, your girl is already hooking up with random dudes,” he says, grinning when I smack him. “Yeah, such a cheating lying bitch, unbelievable. I’ll send you pictures. She just took off her shirt, and guys are sticking one-dollar bills into her panties.”

“Don’t listen to him!” Marcia yells loud enough for Josh to hear. “He’s full of shit!”

I take the phone back and ask Joshua about his flight. A few minutes later, we hang up, and I feel so much better and worse at the same time. I love talking to him, but it also reminds me of how much I’m going to miss him these next twelve months.

“Love you too, babe,” Aston is saying to Annabel, a naughty grin on his facy. “Get some sleep. I’ll wake you up when I get home for some mind-blowing sex. I can’t wait to sink into that tight wet pussy of yours.”

“Ew,” Marcia says to me, wrinkling her nose. “Is he taking to his fiancé? That’s… ew.”

“You’re just jealous that I’m not telling you how much I want to bury myself in you right now,” Yord teases, kissing her hard. “For the record, I really really do.”

Marcia moans into their kiss and I turn away, rolling my eyes. Aston hangs up and spins back to me, his eyes twinkling. “I think I can last for about another twenty minutes and then I’m done,” he says, putting his phone into his pocket. “I need to get me some Anna soon.”

“You’re gross.” I stick out my tongue at him. “But it’s good to see you so happy.”

“You too,” he says, putting an arm around my shoulders. “I know you hate that Joshua is gone, but you still look happy. He’s not gone, you know, just… further away. I have a good feeling about the two of you. He’s not the cheating type and neither are you. It’s just a year. That’s nothing.”

“It’s not nothing, but thanks.” I lean against him and close my eyes for a moment. “I think I just want to go home, actually. Get some sleep, maybe call Josh one more time.”

“Thank fuck, because I want to crawl into bed with Anna more than anything.” Aston immediately orders us an uber and we go back inside to say goodbye to the others.

“We’re so lame,” I tell Aston when the uber pulls up in front of my place. “I used to party a lot harder than this.”

“You know what,” he says with a smile, “I don’t miss it at all. As long as I have Anna and Steffi, life is good. I don’t need booze and leggy blondes anymore.”

“Oh, I’d love a leggy blonde,” I joke.

“Hmm, can I watch?” Aston replies right away, grinning. “Sounds hot.”

“Bye, Aston.” I kiss his cheek and hop out of the car, calling Joshua as I make my way up the stairs to my apartment. We may be lame, but he’s right, I kinda like it. In a few years, when Joshua is back and we’re living together, I might have a baby as well, just like Annabel and Aston. I smile at the thought and talk to Joshua for ten more minutes before undressing and drifting off to sleep.


Finally, after four weeks, I get to see my boyfriend again. I’m jumping out of my skin when I get off the plane, and I rush through the motions of getting my baggage and moving through the halls to get to him. As the doors slide open, I see him standing there in jeans and a T-shirt, a simple green jacket on top of it, his hair longer than I’ve ever seen it.

“Josh!” I shriek, leaving my bags behind to run to him, jumping him so I can wrap my arms and legs around him, kissing him hard.

He grunts from the impact and his lips find my neck. His fingers dig into my skin and he nips at my earlobe, making me giggle.

“I missed you,” he says when he puts me down and walks me back to my bags. “How was your flight?”

I shrug. “Slept most of the time. What time is it here anyway?” With the eight-hour flight and the five-hour time difference, it’s thirteen hours later than when I left the States. “Is it dinner time yet? I’m starving!”

“I don’t care if it is,” he says, carrying my bags for me. “If you’re hungry, we’re eating. What do you want?”

I put an arm around him and squeeze his hip. “Let’s have sex first, and then maybe order some pizza to eat in bed to get energy for the second round.”

“Always full of amazing idea,” he says with a smirk. “Let’s get your cute ass to my apartment, huh?”

We get into the cab – we’re driving through London in a yellow taxicab, that’s pretty cool – and make it to his place in little over half an hour. We hold hands and kiss the whole time, so I don’t actually see much of London, and I don’t care. I’m so happy to have him with me. We’ve talked every single day the past month, but that’s not the same. It just isn’t.

His apartment is just as fancy as the one he lived at back in the States – fancier, even. It’s the penthouse of a huge building, and he’s got an amazing few of the city. You can seriously see the Tower Bridge from his window.

“Okay, I’m moving in,” I say, leaning back against him as he hugs me from behind, resting his chin on top of my head. “Why the fuck didn’t I just move with you right away? This is the best view ever.”

He chuckles. “I’d love that, but we both know you’re not going to give up your job when I’ll be back home in eleven months anyway. Besides…” He pulls back and turns me around, his eyes locking with mine. “My view here has never been as good as it is today. You look stunning.”

I look down at myself, wincing at my leggings and huge grey sweater. “I look like I’ve been on a plane for hours. Which I have been. I probably smell like it too.”

“You look amazing, like you always do.” He pulls me against him and kisses he hungrily. “I missed you, Franny.”

We stumble into the bedroom, where he undressed me, his eyes never leaving my body, grunting in approval when I unclasp my bra.

“Did you lose weight?” he asks surprised.

I shrug. “I’ve got a lot more time to hit the gym now I’m not pigging out with you on the couch every night. Just a few pounds, nothing major.”

“You look great,” he says, kissing me again. “I hope you didn’t lose weight for me, though. You know I thought you were sexy as fuck even with those few extra pounds. I liked the bigger boobs and ass.”

I roll my eyes. “At least it’ll be easier for you to throw me around now. Speaking of which…” I wiggle my eyebrows and motion to the bed. “Are you going to truly welcome into Great Britain or what?”

He immediately shoves me so I fall down onto the bed, and Joshua looks down on my naked body while he takes off his clothes as well. He looks exactly the same as a month ago. I know a month is nothing, just four weeks, but it still feels so long. I’ve missed him every single day.

He gets in bed with me and buries his head between my legs, sucking and licking like he’s the one that’s starving, making me writhe beneath him. He holds me down firmly, forcing my legs apart even more before plunging two fingers inside of, me, pumping them in and out fast and hard while he sucks my clit into his mouth.

“Oh Josh,” I moan, grabbing his hair and pushing him against me even harder. It doesn’t take long before I fall apart, and the moment the waves of pleasure subside, I pull him up by his hair. “Fuck me,” I beg, desperate to have him inside of me. “I’ve missed you so much.”

“Me too,” he grunts, lowering himself on top of me and entering me in one swift motion, making me cry out in pleasure. “I love you, Fran.”

“Hmm,” I murmur, digging my nails into his back and urging him to take me harder. My legs cross behind his back and he finally starts trusting into me in earnest, kissing me hungrily while he does. We come together, my pussy clenching around him while he shudders his release, both of us gasping for air while we reach our peak.

“Fuck, I missed this.” Joshua rolls off me and pulls me to his side, rubbing my back. “Let’s order some pizza right away, because I’m definitely going to be ready for round two in a few minutes.”

I laugh and kiss his chest, closing my eyes while he draws lazy circles on my bare skin. He grabs his phone from the nightstand and orders two pizzas with extra cheese, adding my favorite soda and some chicken wings as well.

“Trying to fatten me up?” I tease, my hand already moving back down his chest, over his stomach, and finally wrapping around his cock. He’s still wet from being inside of me moments ago, so my hand slides over it with ease. He hardens under my touch, ready to go at it again.

“Twenty more minutes until the pizza gets here,” Joshua says with a moan while he throws his phone onto the pillow. “That’s enough time to eat you out again. More than enough.”

“No,” I protest, even though I’m melting into the bed from how good his hands feel on my body, how amazing it feels to have his tongue running over my nipples before he kisses his way down. “I was going to take care of you this time…”

“Shut up, Fran,” he says in a dark seductive voice. “You can do that later. Just enjoy.”

It’s impossible to do anything but obey when his tongue finds my clit again. Joshua doesn’t care that his juices are still in and on me, he just goes to town, using his fingers to open me up to him completely. By the time the pizza arrives, I’ve had three more orgasms, and my body feels like mush. He eat in bed, talking about what we want to do during my long weekend here. He wants to show me his favorite spots, introduce me to his fellow junior accountants who have become his friends already, and we’re having dinner with his parents tomorrow.

“It’s so good to have you here with me,” Joshua murmurs, kissing me, his kiss tasting like soda and cheesy pizza crust. “It sucks it’s only three days, but it’s better than nothing. I love you so much.”

“I love you too. Now stop kissing me so I can finish my pizza.”

He laughs and tucks a strand of pink hair behind my ear. “I missed your sass. And the way you lick your fingers while you’re eating like a pig.”

“Not a pig,” I protest with my mouth full of pizza. “A sexy, classy lady.”

“Very classy,” he agrees with a smirk. “The classiest.”

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