Meanwhile, across town on a date... (Guest Post)

Authors Note: Welcome to a Guest Post by BreaktheBar! Maybe this side-post is in the real continuity, maybe it's not. Who knows!? Well, Rico might, I guess we'll see. The true purpose of this post, and others like it that might appear, is to explore maybes, what-ifs and open up some potentials for readers and Rico alike. Hope you enjoy!

“And then the guy says, ‘I value her friendship and wouldn’t want anything to ruin that.’ And I mean, I think he really, actually meant it,” Lucy said.

Drake chuckled, shaking his head as he cut another sliver off of his $60 steak. The restaurant was nice enough, if somewhat mundane in terms of personality. It was one of those ‘we’re fancy, we swear’ kind of franchise steak houses that ran commercials with laughing groups of singles at the bar and businessmen striking deals over their steaks.

Lucy wasn’t kidding herself, it was a good effort for a second date. The first one had been a lunch date on a Friday, and they’d caught a bite at a cafe and walked through the nearby park just to feel each other out a bit. He was handsome in that way that said he’d probably been a leather jacket wearing rebel in his early twenties (and probably would have a mid-life crisis and buy another leather jacket and a maserati or something in his forties). But he was thirty, or at least that’s what he said. Matured.

That’s what she needed. Someone mature. In touch with themselves. She’d dated someone her own age exactly once, and she’d had the pregnancy to prove it. Now Emily was her world and she needed someone ready to share that appropriately.

“You know, the kid sounds like he’s talking himself into the friend zone,” Drake said.

“That’s what I was thinking too,” Lucy said. “He seems very sweet and earnest, and I hope that my sister doesn’t eat him alive. If she’s anything like me at her age she’ll either fall hard and fast, or move on in a week because he can’t keep up.”

“Is that how you are, huh?” Drake grinned. “You fall hard and fast?”

Lucy rolled her eyes. “At her age, I did. Things change.”

Drake reached across the table and Lucy let him take her hand as they looked at each other. “Lucy, you are an absolutely beautiful woman, with a whip smart head on your shoulders and a heart you wear on your sleeve.”

“Well, thank you,” Lucy said, and smiled.

“That’s why I want to do this sooner than later,” Drake said. He turned and motioned to someone, and then turned back. “Lucy, I wasn’t completely honest with you. I am looking to date someone, but it’s actually, well, it’s actually that we are looking to date someone.”

A woman, a tall brunette wearing a slinky blue-black dress, came over from the bar area and Drake made room for her to slide into his side of the booth. As she was doing so, Drake took a gold band out of his pocket and slipped it on his right hand ring finger.

“Lucy, this is my wife Debbie. We’ve been looking for someone as charming, and genuine, and beautiful as you to date. Together.”

“Hi, Lucy,” Debbie said, smiling and trying to be as disarming as possible. “Drake told me all about you, he’s very enamored. I’d really like to get to know you.”

Lucy took a breath, held it for a long moment, then let it out. “So. This is happening again, huh?”

“I’m sorry?” Debbie asked.

“Lucy, maybe it seems odd at first, but think about it-”

“No, no,” Lucy said, holding up a hand. “I understand. You two are looking for a third for your dream polyamory triangle whatever. The thing is, Drake, you were making a really good impression. Except you based it all on a lie, because when we bumped into each other at that coffee shop, you’d taken your ring off. No, Debbie, you seem like a lovely woman and I’m sure the three of us could have some fun, but I’m not just a third.”

“Oh, sweety,” Debbie said. “You wouldn’t be just a third. A polyamorous triangle is about finding balanc-”

“No, Debbie, you’re not hearing me,” Lucy said. She took out her phone and opened her photos, and scanned through a few pictures of her and Emily. “I’m not just some fantasy woman, unattached and ready to experience a little six month romp in your bed until you two start bickering about who had more sex with who or whatever. I have a little girl. I’m a mother. That was the secret I was going to get off of my chest tonight if things went well with you, Drake. That and we were probably going to do some butt stuff, because,” and Lucy leaned in for this one, “I’m the kind of woman who knows what she likes, and delivers.”

Lucy slid out of the booth and stood. “So, sorry to disappoint you two, but you’re going to need to look elsewhere for your unicorn sex pal to experiment with. I suggest dating apps, though from what I hear you’ll probably need to end up paying for a sugarbaby or something because no one who is single actually wants to get wedged into the middle of some relationship they know nothing about.”

“Debbie, I apologize but it really actually hasn’t been that nice to meet you. Drake, keep your ring on, you’re disrespecting your wife. Have a nice life.”

And she left, clutch in one hand and phone in the other, swaying in a power walk that she knew drew eyes to her hips and ass. At the door to the restaurant she ordered an uber, and she strolled out into the night air and down the side of the building so that if Drake and Debbie came out she wouldn’t need to interact with them.

And then, finally, alone, Lucy let out a whimper and a fat tear rolled down her cheek.

Another disaster of a date.

“Fuck,” she whispered, and wiped the tear from her cheek.

Lucy wouldn’t change a thing about her life - her parents were wonderful and supportive (alright, her Dad was a bit much sometimes, but she still loved him), her sister was gorgeous and amazing, and her Emily - her daughter was just the perfect little munchkin.

If Lucy ever wished her life would have turned out different, Emily wouldn’t be in it. She couldn’t hate Emily’s father, even though he wasn’t there. She couldn’t wish she’d had the life she’d thought she would.

She could wish that she would meet someone with some morals and ethics, though. Someone who didn’t think lying was better than just telling the truth. Someone who would prioritize more than their own life, or their penis. Hell, or their vagina. Lucy had been thinking about trying to date a woman just to see if she had better luck, but she had no idea where to start on reading if another woman was a lesbian - well, other than the really obvious ones, but she didn’t want to date a butch girl.

“Hey, you Lucy?” A guy called out his window as he rolled by in his honda civic.

“Yes,” Lucy said, holding up her phone and flashing her Uber app.

“Great, I’m your driver Victor. Hop on in,” he said, putting his car in park.

She did, wrapping her arms around herself once she was buckled into the back seat. Victor seemed to read the mood and didn’t say anything, just started following the directions on his GPS guide.

They were halfway there when Lucy realized she’d entered the destination as her parent’s house and not her own condo, where her car was. Drake had picked her up down the street from her building, and while she’d lied about planning to do anal with him that night, she had been hoping for a good night kiss outside.

Maybe she should just sleep over at her parents house tonight. Emily would already be bundled up in the guest bedroom, so Lucy could just crawl in with her and they could catch a ride back in the morning.

With her decision made, Lucy murmured a thanks when Victor dropped her off, and gave the guy a $10 tip for being a silent driver. She noticed her mum's car wasn’t back in the driveway yet, which meant her book club or whatever was running late.

Maybe I need a book club, Lucy sighed. All of her high school friends had gone off to college, and only a few had moved back to town afterwards.

Lucy let herself in the front door, and could hear Alice’s soft tinkling giggle echoing from somewhere upstairs. Lucy kicked off her shoes at the front door and climbed the stairs. First she looked in on her daughter. Emily was fast asleep, curled up in the guest bed with a nightlight on in the far corner. She was looking peaceful and worn out. Lucy shook her head with a rye smile. How did Alice do that? Feed her sugar and still get her in bed on time, no complaints.

Shutting the door quietly, Lucy walked across the house towards her sister’s room. I better let her know I’m here, don’t want her getting spooked when she looks in on Emily.

Lucy didn’t think anything of Alice’s door being mostly shut, but she did hesitate when she reached it and saw through the three inch gap what her sister was doing. Alice was naked, her body only partially hidden behind that giant stuffed bear she had, and she was taking a photo!

Fighting her instinct to barge in, Lucy waited to see what would happen. Alice took another photo, seemingly unhappy with the first, then grinned and started typing on her phone. As she did, she slumped back on the bed, her big breasts falling with her and bouncing. Alice’s eyes were fixed on her phone, and she was smiling and grinning and biting her lip as she was typing.

It must be that guy, Lucy thought. If things had progressed this far, either Alice was going to run clean through him or he had a surprising ability to keep up with her.

Lucy watched her sister silently. Alice’s body was much like her own, though Alice’s tits were another cup size up from her own - which was sort of astounding to Lucy, considering she had huge tits and the back problems to go with them.

Lucy’s eyes went wide when Alice absentmindedly dipped her finger down and touched her bare cooch. Nope, nope, Lucy thought, backing away quietly from the door. I shouldn’t see that.

She silently slipped downstairs, then opened and shut the front door really loudly and rustled her shoes. “Alice?” she called.

“One sec,” she heard back.

Alice appeared at the top of the balcony overlooking the foyer, wearing a nightie now that was struggling to hold in her breasts, but otherwise covered her. “You’re home early,” her sister said.

“”Yeah,” Lucy said. “I’ll tell you about it later. It was… well, not great.”

“Awe, I’m sorry, sis,” Alice said, coming down the stairs and meeting Lucy halfway and wrapping her up in a hug. Stair hugs had become the norm between the two of them, otherwise their tits had a tendency to get in the way.

“Thanks, hun,” Lucy said, squeezing her little sister and trying not to think of what she’d just seen.

“You here to pick up my Emily?” Alice asked. “I got her to sleep about half an hour ago.”

“No,” Lucy said. “I’m just going to sleep here tonight. Can you watch her for another twenty minutes? I’m going to go have a shower in Mom’s room.”

“Of course,” Alice said, giving Lucy an understanding smile and squeezing her hand. “I’m sorry it didn’t work out.”

“I know. Thanks, baby sis,” Lucy said, and hugged her again. They split, Alice checking in on Emily and then flitting back to her room, while Lucy headed for her parents room.

She made a line straight for her mother’s closet rather than the en suite. After the frustration of the night, Lucy decided she needed to relax. If Alice hadn’t discovered it and their Mom had found out, Lucy knew right where…

“Yes,” she whispered, pulling down the shoebox. She opened it up, and inside were her Mom’s sex toys. It wasn’t a big collection, mostly just a little vibrators, a pair of nipple clamps that Lucy doubted had ever been used, and the dildo. It was purple and sparkly, but it also happened to be a girthy seven inches, with big veins and big purple balls that were perfect for hanging on to.

Lucy hadn’t borrowed it often in the last few years, but as a teen she’d become very good at stealing it and getting it cleaned and returned without her mother ever knowing.

“Sorry, Mom,” Lucy murmured, hefting the toy and then putting the shoebox back. And she headed for the en suite.

Inside, she went and turned on the shower first, getting the heat pumping, then disrobed. She borrowed some makeup wipes from her Mom’s stash and slowly got her face cleaned, and then she stood in front of the counter looking herself in the eye.

“I am worth it,” she said, willing herself to believe it.

A late teenage pregnancy had derailed her life, but had given her everything.

She just needed to figure out the rest of it.

Lucy looked at the fake, purple cock and hefted it in her hand. She held it in front of herself like a microphone, watching herself naked in the mirror. “Alright, big boy,” she said. “So who are you tonight?”

Not Drake. He was ejected from her mental FlickPic collection.

Definitely not Emily’s father. Not on a night like this.

What did she want? What fantasy was going to make her feel better?

Someone warm. Someone who was truthful to a fault. Who she could trust. Who did she trust like that?

Her mind flitted to her sister, taking that photo. Sending it to that guy. Trusting him with it.

Alice, trusting him.

“Huh,” Lucy said, cocking her head as she looked at the head of the dildo. He was pretty cute. “Now, what was your name again? Oh, yes. Jake.”

She turned to the shower, opening the glass door and stepping in, letting the water run over her body. “Well, hello Jake,” she said, starting to smile as she closed her eyes and tapped the head of the dildo on her cleavage. “It’s very nice to meet you.”

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