Page 27 of FWB

Tiegan

I read Kenny’s text message telling me he has COVID.

I shoot him a quick one back, sending him well wishes for a speedy recovery in case he really is sick.

My spidey senses are tingling, though. There’s something he’s not telling me.

Knowing Kenny, he’ll reveal all in due time. I just have to be patient.

On Thursday, Jerome and I have lunch by ourselves at Varallo’s, the oldest restaurant in Nashville.

They’ve got some of the best breakfast and burgers I’ve ever had, but they’re famous for their chili.

Jerome and I place our orders; he gets the French toast with a side of bacon, and I get the chili with a grilled cheese sandwich.

It’s a cold early-November day, so I want the warmth.

As we take our seats, waiting for our food, I ask Jerome, “Have you heard anything this week through the IT grapevine about Kenny?”

He sits back in his seat, taking a drink of his sweet tea before he answers. “The only thing I’ve heard is that he’s out due to personal reasons. That’s what Max is telling anyone who asks.”

“See, he told me he has COVID. I mean, I guess that could be considered a personal reason but why not just tell Max he has COVID? That way you guys could test yourselves in case of exposure. I’m not buying it. I think there’s something he’s not telling me.”

Al, the friendly old man who always works the register at Varallo’s, comes over with our food. He sets it in front of us and we each thank him before digging into our lunches.

In between alternating bites of French toast and bacon, Jerome says, “I don’t know what to tell you about Kenny, T.

I guess you’ll just have to be patient and see if he comes around.

But one thing I do know is that you shouldn’t put your life on hold waiting for that man to make up his mind on what he wants.

Your self-worth is too valuable to do that shit. ”

I smile at my dear friend across the table. “I love you, you know that? You have become one of my best friends in such a short amount of time. Thank you for everything you do for me.”

A slight blush creeps up his dark cheeks. “I love you too, T. You’re also one of my best friends.”

When I get home, my mind is still on Kenny, despite how badly I want to focus on something else— anything else.

I couldn’t even pay attention to my latest dirty audiobook on my drive home from work.

I had to rewind the chapter at least three times before giving up and switching to music because I was so lost in my thoughts that I wasn’t concentrating on the story.

When you’re listening to an audiobook about one woman and three hockey players, one of which has a four-times-pierced dick, you want to pay attention.

I pull out my phone and do something I haven’t done since Kenny and I first started hooking up—I cyberstalk him.

Well, I attempt to. Kenny doesn’t have much of an online presence.

Ironic, considering his line of work. His last post was over a year ago, back when he had hair down to his shoulders.

Thank sweet baby Jesus I didn’t meet him when he had long hair, or else I would have literally fucked him in the elevator on my first day.

Guys with man buns are kind of my weakness, but that’s beside the point.

The most recent post, dated January of last year, was of his three cats, Tibbs, Scarlett, and Oliver.

I click on his tagged photos. He’s not tagged in many, and mainly by the same account.

I click on a picture of Kenny in a lineup of guys, his arm slung over the shoulder of one of his buddies.

The caption reads, “Always a great time getting to see @KingsOfLeon and an even better time getting to do it with my best friends.”

The username is @SamDrumz. This must be Kenny’s best friend, Sam.

I click on his profile, and notice he has a recent story available for public view.

I click on it, planning on blocking him for at least twenty-four hours after so he can’t see that I viewed it.

A picture pops up of the guy who Kenny had his arm slung around in the tagged photo.

It’s a selfie of him in bed. He’s got a slender, smiling face and scruffy dark blond beard.

He’s wearing a beanie in the picture, so I can only assume his hair is the same color as his beard.

He’s throwing up a peace sign and the caption reads, “New digz!”

New digs? Does this mean Sam moved out? Did something happen? Did Kenny and Sam have a falling out? What is going on? I’m beginning to spiral. I never should have snooped. I block Sam’s profile and return to Kenny’s.

I click on one of his older pictures, one where he’s wearing a beanie and has Oliver on his shoulders.

He’s cute, but he’s a lot thinner in this picture.

I look at the date. It must have been while he was addicted to cocaine.

I love the body he has now. He’s not as fat as I am; I probably have a good thirty pounds on him.

But he’s soft around the edges, and I can’t get enough of him.

He’s like my gushy teddy bear, minus the cuddles.

He hasn’t caved on the No Cuddling rule.

However, I have my way around the rules.

I love to lay my head on his soft, hairy tummy while I’m sucking his cock.

I adore it when he takes me from behind and presses all his weight against me.

God, I’m getting horny just thinking about it.

I turn on The Black Keys’ rendition of Junior Kimbrough’s “Work Me .” I saunter over to make sure my door is locked, and then I return to my bed, stripping off my pajama bottoms. I crawl into bed and grab my favorite vibrator from my nightstand.

It’s actually a back massager, but it’s more powerful than any other vibrator I’ve tried that’s marketed for sexual purposes, so I make do with what I can.

Positioning my legs wide open, I place the head of the vibrator against my most sensitive nerve.

Instantly, the sensation overwhelms me. It’s been almost a month since Kenny and I last spent the night together.

That’s like an eternity considering how often we were messing around with each other.

I let the buzz overtake me. I can feel my pussy getting wet, so I move the vibrator up and down my folds, coating it with my moisture.

It’s not enough, though. I turn the vibrator off for a moment so I can roll over and grab reinforcements.

From my nightstand, I grab my large, black, silicone dildo and bottle of lube.

I squirt a dollop at the head of the toy that, in truth, is actually comparable to Kenny’s cock, size-wise.

Nothing beats the real thing, but this will do in a pinch.

Once I’ve got everything ready, I prop my phone up on a pillow and unlock it, Kenny’s beautiful brown eyes stare back at me.

I reposition my legs, opening them wider, before placing the tip of the cock at my entrance.

The cold gel sends a shiver up my spine.

I waste no time plunging the huge cock into my waiting pussy.

Moaning in pleasure, I thrust the toy in and out of me with my left hand, reaching for my vibrator with my right.

All the while, I don’t take my eyes off Kenny’s smirking face.

After a minute, I find the rhythm of the moment.

It feels incredible. I pump the black cock inside me, faster and faster until my arm feels like it’s going to break off.

Meanwhile, my right hand holds the vibrator steady on my throbbing clit, and I’m so close to coming undone by my own touch.

I look over at Kenny’s picture once more, then close my eyes and play out the last time we were together in my mind.

I remember him handcuffing me and fucking me so deeply from behind.

I can almost feel the chain around my neck as he chokes me.

My vision is enough to send the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced crashing through me.

It’s so intense that I squirt for the first time ever.

I turn off the vibrator, but leave it between my folds while I process what just happened.

Did I just squirt from a self-induced orgasm?

Is that even possible? Suddenly, a fat, hot tear rolls down my face.

Great. Now I’m crying over an orgasm. But I know it’s not really about the mind-blowing orgasm I gave myself.

It’s everything going on in my life finally coming to a head and bubbling over.

I remove the toys from my body and lie there, crying, for I don’t know how long. At some point, Berlioz comes to snuggle next to me. His comforting purrs calm me down. I eventually get up to clean myself and my bed off from the mess I made. I need to start putting a towel down.

Today is the Goldford show, and I haven’t heard from Kenny since the day after my birthday when he told me he had COVID and couldn’t go with me.

I decide that I’m still going to the concert because live music always makes me feel better.

Not wanting Kenny’s ticket to go to waste, I make my way to the twelfth floor and over to Rex’s workstation.

“Hey, Tiegan. How’s your day going?” he asks as I approach.

“Hey. It’s alright. I was wondering, though, if you have plans tonight? I’ve got two tickets to a show and the person I was going to go with bailed on me. You interested?”

“Hell, yeah! You know I’m always down for a good time with you.”

I smile. Rex has also become a great friend. We’ve bonded exponentially over our similar tastes in music. “Awesome! Well, the show is at 3rd & Lindsley. Want to ride together after work?”

“Sure! That works.”