Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57866 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57866 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
I needed to reach out to Shelby. Get to know her. And hopefully, convince her to let me be her first.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Shelby
“Hey guys, welcome to Cliterally Speaking. I’m Marlowe Hill and today we’re talking about something you don’t hear much about. Dat. Ass. Every woman has her own opinion on butt play and anal sex, and my guest today happens to be a fan. Allie Montgomery is single and dating in New York. She’s a beauty influencer and she has an amazing blog called Allie in the City. Allie, welcome to the pod.”
I’d blocked out two hours of work for bookkeeping this afternoon, and I liked listening to Marlowe’s podcast when I didn’t have to be totally focused on my research. This one sounded…interesting.
“I like it with the right partner,” Allie commented. “No woman likes having her delicate backdoor jackhammered, right?”
“God, that’s the worst,” Marlowe agreed. “Preparation and lube are essential.”
I cringed, wondering what I’d gotten myself into. Though I’d never done it, I’d read enough books and seen enough movies to be intrigued by sex. Anal, though, did not look like fun. At least not for the recipient.
“So let’s talk about butt play,” Marlowe says. “I like both giving and receiving. What about you?”
“Oh, same. But my boyfriend knows I want both of us to shower beforehand if butt play is on the agenda. I’m not getting anywhere near a dirty ass.”
Marlowe laughed. “You guys have an agenda?”
“Sometimes we do! If my boyfriend sends me sexy texts during the day about wanting to do something in bed that night, we usually do.”
“You’re a better girlfriend than I am,” Marlowe cracked. “That’s probably why I’m single.”
“It’s all about being with the right partner,” Allie said. “Anal with an inexperienced partner is the worst. You don’t even want to sit down the next day.”
“Ugh.” I shook my head as I input my expenses for last month on my laptop.
Why did women participate in something so gross and painful? I planned to keep supporting my friend by listening to her podcasts, but my mind wandered as the discussion continued.
It was too soon to take a pregnancy test, but I’d gotten the procedure done at my doctor’s office last week and I could be pregnant. She’d cautioned me about getting my hopes up, telling me it often took multiple tries, but I couldn’t help daydreaming and placed a hand on my stomach.
It was early November, which meant there was a possibility I’d become a mother next summer. Since I wasn’t sure how many times I’d be able to talk Beau into donating sperm if I needed more, I was hoping to get pregnant quickly.
Though I was recording my insurance expenses, I really wanted to grab my phone and search for baby clothes. I couldn’t, though, because I’d made a deal with myself—no buying anymore baby clothes until I was pregnant.
I finished recording my expenses and went into the kitchen to make lunch—a turkey and veggie panini. I was in the middle of cleaning up when I heard a knock on my door.
It had to be Marlowe. She was the only one who ever came over. I wondered if she ever listened to her own podcasts. This was a good time to find out since I had the volume on her podcast about anal sex cranked up in the other room. I still couldn’t wrap my head around it.
When I opened the door, though, it wasn’t Marlowe standing there, but Beau.
“Hey.” He gave me the confident grin I’d seen in so many of his photos online when researching him.
How I hoped for a little boy with that smile. Or a girl. The gender didn’t matter, as long as my child got his bright blue eyes and easy smile.
“Hi.”
What was he doing here? I didn’t want to be rude by asking, but I was also dying to know. If he wanted his sperm back, he was too late.
“Your address was on the contract,” he said. “I just wanted to stop by and see how you’re doing.”
Yup. He wanted the sperm back but didn’t know how to say it. I needed to handle this carefully, because I wanted to be able to approach him for another sample if I needed to. Maybe several more.
“Oh.” I stepped back and opened the door wider. “Do you want to come in?”
“Sure.”
He stepped inside and I closed the door behind him, locking the deadbolt as I did every time. Somehow, though, I knew I was safe around Beau. There were so many times since we’d met that he could have laughed at me or rejected me, but he hadn’t. Men who were careful not to hurt feelings usually respected people in other ways, too.
“You have to be careful, though,” Marlowe’s voice blasted out of my computer, where I had the podcast playing. “I once got caught up in the moment and came super close to sucking a shitty dick. Thank Jesus the smell of the shit stopped me. Once the dick goes in your ass, it can’t go anywhere else.”