Page 28 of Spencer's Satisfaction
Zephyr: @Spencer!!!The exclamation marks are followed by a gif of a clip from Grease, with the T-Birds all on the bleachers singing ‘Tell Me More’
Chance: But do you fuck and tell?
Before I can send my reply, he sends another message.
Chance: Nice one @Zephyr. Yeah, Spencer, like the song asks, did ya get very far??
Spencer: @Chance Fuck off.
Chance: That means yes.
Spencer: No, it means fuck off.
Ash: Was the date sweet? What happened? Where did you go? Did you take him somewhere special?
Chance: Yeah, to bed! LOL
Ash: @ChanceThe message itself is blank, but a gif of a clearly unimpressed kid with a very flat expression follows.
Spencer: I’m seconding @Ash on this one. Don’t be a dick, Chance. I’m not comfortable with you talking about Tony that way.
My phone rings almost immediately.
“Hey,” I answer with a smile, letting him know there are no hard feelings.
“So…you only just got home?” Chance is smirking, I can hear it in his voice.
I stretch out along my couch, trying not to grin too widely. “I didn’t say that.”
Chance whistles, impressed. “He seemed so freaking shy, though. I guess it’s always the quiet ones…or is that what they say about serial killers? Oooh, is he a serial killer?”
I think of my sweet, easily embarrassed boyfriend and laugh out loud. “Doubtful.”
“Come on, Spence,” he whines, changing tact, “I’m your best friend! Don’t hold out on me.”
“I’m not holding out, I just don’t want to cheapen my date by talking about it like it didn’t mean anything.”
There’s a moment of silence and then Chance groans. “You’ve fallen for him already, haven’t you?”
“Okay, I wouldn’t gothatfar.” Except I like Tony a hell of a lot. More than I expected to after only knowing the guy for barely over a week. And there is something to be said for the connection we’re shaping. But I’m not telling Chance about Tony’s experience (or lack thereof) or how honored I feel to have been a first for him. Instead, I just say, “But I do think we could have something special between us, given half a chance.”
“Huh.” My friend sounds marginally surprised. “Well, then, I’m happy for you. But you know what this means, right?”
Now it’s my turn to groan. “He’s going to have to meet the guys.”
I’m just hoping we’ll have a bit more time to get comfortable in our relationship first.
* * *
Over the week that follows, I take Tony on a few more dates. We don’t discuss age play unless he brings it up and, as promised, I let him set the pace on any further sexual interactions.
He’s been getting increasingly more confident with me, though, which has been such a joy to witness.
On our fourth official date, we’re cuddled up on a picnic blanket at one of my favorite local parks. There’s a gentle slope of neatly trimmed lawn leading down to a pond, and we’re perched near the water’s edge, watching the ducks and trying to catch glimpses of the small fish that live beneath the surface.
“Why were you single?” Tony blurts seemingly out of nowhere.
I startle. “What?”
