I thought I'd finished that day. Man, I can't believe I fell asleep writing. I didn't get to it till real late, though, and I couldn't not write it down. I mean, how often does one conversation change your thinking that much?
Looking over it, I can't believe I was that sappy, but I guess that's what love does to you. I still can't believe I've been hanging out with Riley for almost two years, and I basically just fell in love with her in five minutes. And I'm pretty sure I'm still straight, but if she asked me to, I think I'd drink her dry. It's a weird feeling. Tingly. Kinda nice.
So, anyway, I don't think Dave entirely bought the truth or dare thing, but I think he was confused enough that he decided not to try and figure it out. I mean, he walked in on me sitting in his girlfriend's lap, kissing her, and he knows me well enough to guess that was all me (fortunately; if they got in a fight over it, I'd've been ecstatic just that morning, but now I really hope he just blamed me for it.) And she'd obviously been crying. I'm not sure if my, "Hey, Dave, did you know Riley can cry on command? It's even more effective than puppy eyes!" helped any.
Dave was tired from work, and Riley just couldn't find it in her to kick me out after I accepted her offer so much more enthusiastically than she was expecting, so we ended up getting more coffee and tea and watching a movie on the couch. Usually, Dave's careful not to show too much affection with Riley when I'm around (which I used to appreciate, believe me… actually, I still do, since they won't let me join in), but he kind of unconsciously flopped his arm around her and listed to one side, and she snuggled in kind of on top of him. At first, I just sat next to Riley, but I kinda started listing over, too, and I wound up snuggling her. Dave noticed about halfway through the movie and asked what I was doing. I just said, "I like snuggling, and Riley's closer." He didn't seem to have a response to that, so he just relaxed a bit more, and we all just cuddled up on the couch half-dozing and missing big chunks of the movie.
I think it's the best evening I've ever had doing nothing. I can't wait till we can do it all the time. I don't think we should switch the order up when we do. There's nothing soft about me, I can't imagine Dave or Riley would want to be snuggled on top of me.
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So, that was a few days ago, and I'm glad I finished writing it down, but yesterday was just plain fun.
See, I know what Dave and Riley's schedules are supposed to be like. And I know they're both allowed to close the store on their own. So, when one of them is scheduled to close, they'll be there to close the place, and if it's not too busy, the other one can stay home.
I did the thigh-highs thing again. But this time there was more to my plan, and it worked out pretty much like I wanted. Maybe even a little better.
See, my target this time wasn't Dave's bed.
I knew Dave would be working late, and I scouted the place out first, so I knew Riley was home. If Dave got home before Riley went to sleep, I'd just have to go home and call it a wash, but she must've been tired or gotten bored or something, 'cause she was asleep a couple hours before Dave's shift ended. I snuck in Dave's window (Riley's doesn't open onto a fire escape) and waited till I was sure she was asleep and put my plan into action.
I was willing to wait for morning, but I guess Dave wanted to let Riley know he got home all right, or maybe he was thinking of taking advantage of her built-in pillows, because he came in and went over to the bed. I think most guys would've missed me at first, but I've been training Dave's awareness up, especially in the dark, for a while now. He started to lean over, then yelled, "What the hell?" loud enough to wake Riley.
"Huh, Dave, what-" is as far as she got before she realized that Dave was standing up and she was spooning someone else entirely. "Mindy, what the hell?"
"Hey, gimme back my pillows!" I hadn't gotten a good look at Riley yet, but now she was sitting up, I could see she was dressed a lot like me. "Or, you know, leave 'em out. I won't complain about a free show."
Riley's sitting up had pulled the blanket halfway off me, so Dave just turned around. "What the hell are you wearing?" Riley asked.
"Not much."
"I can see that! Why?"
"If you can't beat 'em, join 'em," I said with a wink. Since Riley knew more than Dave about this I figured that'd clue her in that this was part of the plan. I think she was too mortified to figure it out just then, but she probably figured it out when she'd actually had a full night's sleep. "I mean, what guy can resist two hot girls waiting for him in their skivvies?"
"Seriously, Mindy, can you just get dressed?" Dave asked without turning around.
I rolled out of the bed. "Yeah, yeah, I learned my lesson. I stashed my sweats under the bed. See?" I deliberately mistimed my sentence so that when Dave turned around, I wasn't holding up my clothes for him to see but bending over to get them out. I grinned when I heard him turn right back around twice as fast. I guess the thong was a good investment after all.
"Oh, hey." Turns out my clothes weren't the only thing under the bed. I figured I could have more fun if I could get Dave to turn around again, so I quickly stuffed myself into my clothes before I pulled out my new discovery. "Riley, think I could borrow this?"
Dave was cautious this time, not turning all the way until he caught my fully-clothed form in the corner of his eye. When he did turn all the way around, he found Riley staring poleaxed at the vibrator in my hand. "What? No!"
Riley stared for another few seconds before shaking her head in bemusement and saying, "Eh, why not? Not like I don't have more."
"What? Riley, she's, that's-"
"She's a teenage girl with no boyfriend and a guy she really wants to bang. She's practically the target market, Dave." She glanced back at me. "You might want to wash it first, though. I can't remember if I did since the last time I used it."
"Thanks for telling me," I said on my way out the door. "Now I know not to wash it."
I seriously laughed half the way home. The other half I spent plotting the next act of my campaign. After all, now I've got two squeamish legal adults to get used to thinking of my hotness and not my age.
And, yes, I did wash it. I mean, it was under the bed, not in it.
If Dave's still speaking to me, I need to get him to help me come up with one hell of a birthday present for Riley. This thing is amazing.
