Page 61 of Who’s Playing You (In The Nick of Time #1)
SCOTTIE ANDERSON
I t’d been a blissful few weeks. We were well into my favorite time of year: fall. It’s been gorgeous outside here in the Hudson Valley. The leaves have all changed colors. The slanted natural light has had me drawing, painting and taking photos like it’s my full-time job. I’ve felt so inspired.
The crispness in the air with a hint of decaying leaves and apples were all around me no matter if I was home or walking around Nicholas’s property or in downtown New Hope. It has been glorious. Plus, I’ve been able to dig out all of my sweaters and I just feel so… cozy.
But I’ve been feeling bouts of loneliness because Nicholas has been so busy with work lately and has had a few away games in a row.
Since I had classes to teach, it wasn’t like I could just leave everything and follow him.
But he made up for it, calling me and FaceTiming every chance he got when he was away.
Plus I watched every single one of his games from the TV in our bedroom, as I hugged his pillow and smelled him… which, was that weird? I felt like that should be weird, but after being with Nicholas for a few months now, things that had once been weird now all of a sudden just felt natural.
All of our calls and FaceTime videos usually turned R-rated pretty quickly. Let me tell you that his phone sex game deserves an A+ because… wow! I think he fancies himself the teacher’s pet. He’d surprised me before he left for his first away game with a box.
Inside the box was an assortment of sex toys, most of which I’d never even seen before. He, very excitedly, tested every single toy out on me before he left for that first game. It’s not like I was complaining about it either.
He had also set it up so a number of the toys were connected to an app, so even though he was away, he got off on the fact he could control my pleasure through the app on his phone.
So we’d quickly fallen into a routine of where he picked out the toy, telling me how and what he wanted me to do with it, and then he’d control my pleasure from his phone wherever he was in the country.
It only made me wish that I could do something similar to and for him. But alas, the only control I had was how I turned him on with my pleasure - with the pleasure he gave me.
Thinking about our very active sex life reminded me that he still hadn’t let me give him a blow job.
Somehow we always got so wrapped up in each other and he became so feral to get a taste of me or to give me an orgasm, that his pleasure seems to be so deeply synced with mine.
Little does he know though that as soon as he gets home, I am not going to let him touch me or taste me, until he lets me taste him first.
Or I’m at least going to try.
“Wow! This place is amazing!” Praveen said as she looked around the living room of my new home.
“Yeah! Jesus, this place is crazy gorgeous! It could be in some interior design magazine or something,” Mindy added. “This is a definite upgrade from your last, by the way.”
“My apartment wasn’t that bad!” I replied.
“I wasn’t talking about the apartment. I was talking about your man-candy,” Mindy winked at me.
“You haven’t even met Nicholas.”
“Girl! I Googled that boy so quickly once you told us and yummmmy ! Also, nicely done. Now, just remember our sister-wives pact. Because I will definitely be able and willing to swap with a body and face like he’s got. Mama like!” Mindy added and licked her lips.
I just laughed at her while Praveen interjected, “I thought you two were crazy with all of that, but is it too late to get in on the bandwagon because the boy is fiiiiiiine !”
“If anyone could handle three fine ladies such as ourselves, it’s probably that spry piece of…” Mindy was saying and quickly shut her mouth when she heard, “Honey! I’m home,” coming from the front door.
“You were saying, Mindy? Maybe you’d like to say it to his face?” I teased her.
Nicholas rounded the corner and saw two of my best friends sitting on the couch in the living room with me.
“Well, hello there ladies. Did I interrupt something?” He asked as he rounded the couch and stood behind me, bending at the waist and kissing me as I leaned back - my head resting on the back of the couch - while he kissed me upside down.
“Hi sweetheart, I missed you,” he added as his hand squeezed my shoulder, then ran down my arm and rubbed my stomach.
For whatever reason, he’d taken to rubbing my stomach since we had the baby talk. I hadn’t said anything to him about it, just like we hadn’t talked any further about having kids or going to see a fertility specialist.
But if we were serious about having kids, then we would have to go see a doctor. I just knew it. After all of the failed attempts with Earl, I knew that there was something wrong with me and we’d need a specialist’s help.
At the same time, even though Nicholas and I had been going at it like rabbits - without a barrier - I just knew that chances were slim to none of me conceiving, so I felt like I had ample time. Time to enjoy our new relationship, getting to know and explore each other.
When we were ready, maybe after his season ended, we could re-visit this conversation and check into seeing a specialist. We had time.
In the meantime, I had kind of grown fond of him rubbing my stomach like this.
“No, not at all,” Mindy perked up and wiped the drool from the side of her mouth. “Interrupt all you’d like.”
Praveen had more wits about her and wasn’t totally melting over my boyfriend, “You have a beautiful home here, Nicholas. Scottie was just showing us around. It’s absolutely gorgeous.”
“Oh, thank you. Did she tell you how we decorated it together? She’s got a great eye,” Nicholas complimented me on the handful of suggestions and comments I’d made when picking out furniture and decor.
“Actually, while you ladies are here, don’t you think Scottie is the most qualified person to curate the artwork that we should put on the walls? ”
“Oooo yes!” Praveen agreed with him right away.
Mindy tacked on, “She should just put her own work on the walls. Duh! Not only are her paintings and drawings gorg-ina , but have you seen her photographs? She should really consider selling her photos too.”
“Is that so?” Nicholas said as he eyed me. “I think she’s been holding out on me. We can’t have that, now can we?”
I just rolled my eyes and dismissed the comment.
“Well, I didn’t mean to interrupt your girl time. I just wanted to say hi, and can I get you anything - a refill?” he asked Mindy and Praveen gesturing to their glasses on the coffee table.
In unison they both declined and with that Nicholas excused himself to go shower after having just finished practice for the day.
“I think you won, Scottie,” Praveen declared as she let out a heavy sigh. “None of our husbands can compete with that. Sadly.”
“Truth,” Mindy added.
I just laughed. “If only your husbands could hear you now.”
“Pshh, let’s call a spade a spade. Our husbands are like a month away from a midlife crisis, whereas you snagged yourself some fresh stud meat. We’re comparing apples and abs. It’s no contest,” Mindy tacked on.
“But tell us…” Praveen lowered her voice and Mindy and I leaned in. “Proportionately speaking…”
“Oh hell yes! Puh- lease tell me that that boy is hung like a horse, because I have to vicariously live through you for the coming months and years,” Mindy added.
“I’m not normally one to kiss and tell,” I began.
“Excuse me! You know my husband’s dick size and girth. We literally have no secrets. Spill the fucking dick and beans, woman!” Praveen admonished me.
I just laughed. “Fine. So you know that one guy on Instagram you follow that you found on OnlyFans?”
“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” Praveen screeched. “Are you talking about Mr. You Know Who that I watch when hubs is away for work?”
“The one and only,” I said as both of them squealed. “So,” and I pointed with my finger to the ceiling, indicating Nicholas who was upstairs, “Is bigger. Thicker. And pierced.”
“I call sister wife clause right fucking now!!! Trade me, bitch. Please trade with me!” Mindy tumbled over her words, begging.
“Whoa whoa whoa, calm down,” Praveen said and we collected ourselves. “Okay that’s all fine and good, BUT! The real question is, does he know how to use it?”
“Is water wet?”