and I was falling all our just trying to get my pants down.
When I finally succeeded with the awkward show I made of undressing, the sex was really uncomfortable because I had no idea what to do with a woman. I had only dreamt about it up to that point. Needless to say that was my last date with Brooke. I decided then that I would learn whatever I needed to, whatever I could, before the next time I had sex. I needed to ensure that the experience I had with Brooke never, ever happened again. Just thinking about it makes me laugh. All of that fumbling and awkwardness and it never occurred to either of us to go lay down in the bed of the truck. Kids.
As the week drags on, different reasons as to why she would just leave keep creeping into my mind. Mixed with the actually memories of what it was like to kiss her, to hold her, to be inside her. I can’t believe how desperate I feel to be able to experience those things again. I can’t concentrate and quite frankly everything has me on edge. Everything except Abby. As crazy as I feel like this thing with Leah has me becoming, I have to keep my shit together for my daughter. I take a few deep breaths and feel like I am finally ready to brush this off when my phone vibrates. It’s Scott so I answer automatically even though the second I do, I wish I hadn’t.
“Hey Scott, what’s up?”
“Not much. How are things going?” he asks, sounding a little weird.
“They’re fine. How are going for you?”
After a long pause he says, “They’re fine but is everything okay with Abby?”
That came out of nowhere. He’s never been concerned with Abby’s well being and honestly why should he be. “Yeah Abby’s fine, what’s going on Scott?” I ask, wanting him to get to the point.
“Nothing. Kelly just told me that you called for Leah. You know she doesn’t practice business law, right? Just didn’t know what was going on – wanted to make sure everything was okay with the family.”
Shit! I wasn’t even thinking about Scott when I called for Leah. “Oh yea. Everything’s fine.” My pause longer than I intend because, hell, what do I say to her boss?! Apparently, my pause is long enough for him to figure something out.
“Wait!” He says like there’s a light bulb going off in his head. “Are you and Leah… a thing?” His normal playboy banter is gone when he’s talking about his friend and, I get the vibe, something of a little sister.
“No, no. No. We’re not. I, uh, I just talked to her about some stuff at the party that I wanted to touch base with her about.”
“Talked, eh?” He says suspiciously.
“Uh, yea. Talked…” Fuck. I usually consider my honesty a good thing but right now I wish I wasn’t because I’m pretty sure he knows exactly what I’m doing.
“Steve. Come on, man. You can tell me. We’re all adults here. What’s going on with you and Leah?”
I can’t tell him. She would kill me. I have to remind myself of this before responding. “Really, nothing’s going on Scott. Hey I gotta run, talk to you later?” I say trying desperately to end this awkward conversation. I don’t think I could have endured a second more of his inquisition.
“Jo?” I holler down the hall to her office. “Let’s go grab a beer. I think I’m done working today.”
* * *
On Thursday, I receive a call from Mrs. Withers, Abby’s teacher, telling me that she has been in some sort of altercation with another student in her class. I’m pretty sure it’s the little punk kid that wouldn’t let her see his Iron Man. She has scheduled a meeting with the boy’s mother for Friday and would like for all of us to sit down
When I finally succeeded with the awkward show I made of undressing, the sex was really uncomfortable because I had no idea what to do with a woman. I had only dreamt about it up to that point. Needless to say that was my last date with Brooke. I decided then that I would learn whatever I needed to, whatever I could, before the next time I had sex. I needed to ensure that the experience I had with Brooke never, ever happened again. Just thinking about it makes me laugh. All of that fumbling and awkwardness and it never occurred to either of us to go lay down in the bed of the truck. Kids.
As the week drags on, different reasons as to why she would just leave keep creeping into my mind. Mixed with the actually memories of what it was like to kiss her, to hold her, to be inside her. I can’t believe how desperate I feel to be able to experience those things again. I can’t concentrate and quite frankly everything has me on edge. Everything except Abby. As crazy as I feel like this thing with Leah has me becoming, I have to keep my shit together for my daughter. I take a few deep breaths and feel like I am finally ready to brush this off when my phone vibrates. It’s Scott so I answer automatically even though the second I do, I wish I hadn’t.
“Hey Scott, what’s up?”
“Not much. How are things going?” he asks, sounding a little weird.
“They’re fine. How are going for you?”
After a long pause he says, “They’re fine but is everything okay with Abby?”
That came out of nowhere. He’s never been concerned with Abby’s well being and honestly why should he be. “Yeah Abby’s fine, what’s going on Scott?” I ask, wanting him to get to the point.
“Nothing. Kelly just told me that you called for Leah. You know she doesn’t practice business law, right? Just didn’t know what was going on – wanted to make sure everything was okay with the family.”
Shit! I wasn’t even thinking about Scott when I called for Leah. “Oh yea. Everything’s fine.” My pause longer than I intend because, hell, what do I say to her boss?! Apparently, my pause is long enough for him to figure something out.
“Wait!” He says like there’s a light bulb going off in his head. “Are you and Leah… a thing?” His normal playboy banter is gone when he’s talking about his friend and, I get the vibe, something of a little sister.
“No, no. No. We’re not. I, uh, I just talked to her about some stuff at the party that I wanted to touch base with her about.”
“Talked, eh?” He says suspiciously.
“Uh, yea. Talked…” Fuck. I usually consider my honesty a good thing but right now I wish I wasn’t because I’m pretty sure he knows exactly what I’m doing.
“Steve. Come on, man. You can tell me. We’re all adults here. What’s going on with you and Leah?”
I can’t tell him. She would kill me. I have to remind myself of this before responding. “Really, nothing’s going on Scott. Hey I gotta run, talk to you later?” I say trying desperately to end this awkward conversation. I don’t think I could have endured a second more of his inquisition.
“Jo?” I holler down the hall to her office. “Let’s go grab a beer. I think I’m done working today.”
* * *
On Thursday, I receive a call from Mrs. Withers, Abby’s teacher, telling me that she has been in some sort of altercation with another student in her class. I’m pretty sure it’s the little punk kid that wouldn’t let her see his Iron Man. She has scheduled a meeting with the boy’s mother for Friday and would like for all of us to sit down
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