Take Two: A Modern Love Story Short (Modern Love Story Shorts Book 1) (3 page)

“No.” She rolled her eyes.

“No to the pun or the deed?”

“No to the pun. Negotiable on the deed.”

“Oh, really?” My eyebrows felt like they were trying to escape from the top of my head.

“At a later date.”

“Well, then. Nothing to do but engage in illegal prescription drug use.” I eyed the packet.

She giggled. “I’m nervous. I don’t know why. It’s not like it will be different. I mean the equipment is the same and all. We’ve had sex before. A lot of sex. Not random and infrequent encounters, but consistent, sometimes daily, sometimes multiple orgasms in a night—”

I stopped her. “You’re babbling.”
 

“I am. And you’re not opening the packet.”

I stalled for time. “What's the most orgasms you've had in a day?”

“Alone? Or with someone?” Her expression gave nothing away.

“For the sake of the current discussion, let's limit it to with a partner.”

She twisted her lips in thought. “Three? Four? There was that weekend after Olympia ...”

I remembered that weekend. Knowing I was the one to hit her record, I felt my confidence return. “Let's see if we can double that number.”

“Oh,” she whispered.

I looked down before pressing the edge of my thumbnail into the foil. “Should I put on the Cocteau Twins to set the mood?”
 

Her laughter answered me. “No, not needed. Come here,” she asked as she fell back against the bed.

I swallowed the pill. “How long do we wait?”

“I have no idea. It’s your penis. Won’t you feel something down there?”

“I’m already feeling something from a few minutes ago.” I did that move that teenage boys do—I reached for her hand and placed it on the bulge in my jeans.

“Wow, that worked quick.” She teased, tracing the visible bulge.
 

“Maybe this was a mistake.” I lay next to her again, staring at the ceiling, waiting for something to feel different. Her knuckle ran down the length of my cock. Okay, it didn't feel different, but it did feel good.
 

“Only one way to find out.” Kneeling between my legs, she unzipped my pants and reached into the fly.

“What if it doesn’t ever go down?” A creeping worry infiltrated my brain. “Should we note the time?” I tried to sit up to see my alarm clock. Her hand pushed me back on the bed.

Speaking of going down, Maggie’s head moved south until her warm breath tickled my happy trail. “Relax.”

How could I relax when her head was there and the wet heat of her mouth teased me? I clenched the pillows above my head when her mouth engulfed me.

I knew the drugs hadn’t kicked in yet, but everything felt more intense. Fantasies of Maggie in my dorm room flooded my head. Many times I’d thought about her doing this to me, but had chickened out on making a move.
 

A slow drag of her teeth returned me to the moment. Normally, I’d stop her and return the favor before moving on to other things, but today was different. Middle of the afternoon and the whole night stretched before us. A whole night with no plans. No agenda. And hopefully, no trip the ER in four and a half hours.

I gently rested my hand on her head, not directing or commanding, driven only by the need for more contact and connection. The tingling she joked about began low in my spine. I focused on dragging out my pleasure as I felt the point of no return getting closer. I closed my eyes and tried to think of droids and annoying animated sidekicks. I concentrated on picturing epic battles and the smiting of evil overlords. Instead, my brain conjured up strawberry blond hair and breasts barely contained by swirls of gold. I opened my eyes and realized she was staring at me. The passion I could see in her eyes, the love, pushed me over the edge. My fingers tightened around the strands of her hair as my hips arched forward, seeking more, as I exploded.

I let my head fall back on the bed. Her hands rested on my thighs for a brief moment before she flopped next to me.

“Hi,” she whispered, her eyes sparkling with self-satisfaction.

“Hi.” I touched her cheek and leaned down to kiss her.

“Feeling anything yet?”

“Oh, I’m feeling something. That was amazing.”

She rolled to her side and wrapped a leg over mine. “I meant do you feel different?”

I paused to think about it, taking inventory of my body. I felt satisfied, but not satiated. “I don’t feel done for the night, if that’s what you’re asking.”
 

She grinned at me and I mirrored her expression.

My hand moved down her body, cupping her through her jeans. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”

“Let’s fix that.”

Once naked, I returned the favor. I teased her, nipping at the skin of her inner thighs and hipbones, making her squirm. I took my time, enjoying the feel of her arousal on my tongue. Slowly, I built up the pressure and rhythm until she came undone against my mouth.
 

I kissed the soft skin of her stomach and then licked my lips to taste where she lingered there.
 

Maggie lay against the pillows, languid and flushed. Seeing her blissed out, and knowing I did that to her, stirred my own desire again. A low hum began to build in my blood. It hadn’t been that long, but I was ready for round two. Maggie noticed the evidence when it brushed against her thigh.

“Oh, hello.” She reached out her hand and grasped me in greeting. “Nice to see you again.”

“Are you shaking hands with my penis?”

“I am. Less rude than a leg poking.” She gave me a sidelong look. “Up for another round?”

The hum turned into a buzz. “Definitely.”

Her grip tightened and she stroked me a few times. I didn’t need the encouragement. I felt rock hard and more than ready.
 

She rolled to her side and shifted so her leg rested on my hip, opening herself to me. Lessening her grip, she rubbed my tip against her slickness. I couldn’t stand it, I had to be inside her. Gripping her hip, I thrust into her and rolled her on top of me. She leaned forward to kiss me and I reached for her breasts, letting their weight fill my hands. When she sat back, my hands remained on her as I squeezed and brushed my thumbs over her nipples. She controlled the pace and angle in this position. I loved watching her chase her pleasure while she moved above me.

Her hair tumbled down her back when she arched her neck and her movement began to lose its rhythm. I knew she was getting close again and reached between us to press my thumb against her, giving her that extra stimulation she needed.

I felt her begin to clench and flutter inside. Her hand replaced mine on her breast, adding to her pleasure as she rocked with her orgasm.

I was still hard and inside her.

Maggie’s orgasms today: two and counting.

Chapter Three

Maggie

Maybe it was the pills. Maybe it was all that talk of college Gil. Or the Star Wars pillowcase and sexy Princess Leia. Or maybe it was my eternal Hans Solo crush I failed to mention last night. Whatever the reason, we didn’t get much sleep. I wasn’t sure I could walk this morning.
 

When Gil stirred beside me and threw his arm over my waist, I tensed, thinking the pills hadn’t worn off yet and he’d want to go for round … four? I tried to recall if that was the shower or the sofa. I’d lost track of my orgasms after the dining room table. I was attempting to count them when his hand cupped my breast.

“Morning,” he whispered into my hair.

“Mmmorning,” I mumbled. “I’m hoping you can walk this morning. I’m not sure I can get out of bed to make coffee. Or do any of the things.”

He chuckled.
 

“Listen, Mr. Smug.” I rolled over to face him.
 

“Yes, Ms. Satisfied?” He reached for my hip, wrapping his hand around the curve.

“Don’t get any ideas.”

“About?” His forehead wrinkled, but his focus remained on his hand, now caressing my skin.

“I’m serious about the not being able to walk.”

He grinned at me. “Sorry.”

“No you’re not.”

“Not at all. Although, I have to admit, I’m not sure I could handle anything this morning.”

I moved my hand toward the juncture of his legs.

He grabbed it before I could make contact with him. He kissed my palm. “Men get sore, too.”

“Really?” I blinked at him.

“Yes, really. Can I confess something?”

“Sure.”
 

“Last night was incredible.”

“It was.”

“I’m not finished.” He tapped my nose. “But honestly? I’m not sure I ever want to repeat it.”

Relief settled over me. “Thank God.”
 

“You okay with just regular, boring, old sex with me?”

I could hear the undercurrent of insecurity beneath his question.

“I’m more than okay.”

He exhaled and gently kissed me.
 

“Although, maybe every once and a while wouldn’t be bad. Maybe a half dose?”

“If it makes you scream my name like you did in the living room, how could I say no? But maybe they should sell those pills along with packets of lube.”

“Or gallon jugs.”

“That would make picking up the prescription more than a little awkward.”

Warmth spread across my cheeks imagining Gil standing in line at the drug store holding a gallon jug of lube. Maybe it would have a pump dispenser for convenience. “We could stick with oysters.”

“Speaking of food, I’m starved,” he said.

“Me, too.” I stretched and groaned. “Donuts?”

“Stay in bed, I’ll get them.” He kissed me again and got up. His back cracked when he stretched, causing us both to laugh at our forty-something bodies recovering from a night of twenty-something sex. It would take days for us to recover from last night’s escapades.

Chapter Four

Maggie

After a quick shower, I made my way downstairs to the kitchen for ibuprofen and water. Selah’s gift bag still sat on the counter. We had forgotten to open her real gift. With mixed feelings about another sex related present, I slowly peeled off the black and white striped wrapping paper.
 

A silver framed Polaroid sat nestled amongst black tissue inside the box. My breath hitched. Seven smiling faces, arms thrown over shoulders, the sun creating a golden shadow across the crowns of our heads, our youth had been captured and frozen forever. Or as long as Polaroids lasted.
 

Jo’s blonde hair glowed in the bright light. Ben focused his eyes on her and not the camera. Selah and Quinn wore nearly identical plaid shirts over cut-off jeans and matching combat boots. In the middle stood Gil with his arm casually tossed over my shoulder, his hand resting on Lizzy’s head. My head was tossed back and my eyes were squeezed closed with laughter. A look of pure amusement danced in Gil’s eyes. He must have said something funny just as the picture was snapped.

Barely legible, “these are the days” was written in Selah’s distinct cursive on the border. The ink had faded over the subsequent decades into a pool of smudged blue.

I raised the frame closer to examine the picture. My finger traced over Lizzy’s face through the glass. A soft sigh escaped as a small wave of loss lapped at my heart.

When I glanced up, Gil stood in the doorway watching me. “What did she give us?”

He set the bag of donuts on the counter. I could smell the still warm maple bacon bar.
 

I turned the frame to face him.

“Where did she ever find this?” He took the picture from my hands and smiled. “Geez, look at us. We look like the cast of
Singles
.”

“Or the cast of
Singles
looked like us.” I sipped from the large latte he’d brought me.

“Probably more apt.”

“Your hair was so long.” I pointed out where his hair hit his shoulders.

“Maybe I should grow it out again. Be that professor who wears a pony tail and has a beanbag in my office.”

“Maybe not.” I shook my head and frowned.

“You haven’t changed.” He lowered his voice.

“You’re full of shit.”

“Not the parts of you that count.” He tapped the glass, his eyes filled with love. “That’s the girl who stole my heart.”

“She didn’t know she had it.” I leaned into his shoulder.

“Silly girl.”

“That silly girl became the woman who gave me her heart.”

“Smart woman.” Our eyes locked and I knew what that girl in the picture hadn’t. My heart would be safe with this man.
 

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Note from Daisy Prescott

Thank you for reading this
Modern Love Story
Short
.
 

Chronologically,
Take Two
occurs about three months after the end of
Geoducks Are for Lovers
(Modern Love Story #1) and at the beginning of
Ready to Fall
(Modern Love Story #2).  

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Take Two
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About Daisy

USA Today Bestselling author Daisy Prescott has published four Modern Love Stories novels and five Modern Love Story Shorts. She lives in a real life Stars Hollow in the Boston suburbs with her husband, their rescue dog Hubbell, and an imaginary house goat. When not writing, she can be found traveling, gardening, baking, and writing about herself in the third person.

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