Chapter Six: The Horns
“What are you going to do on your day off?” Chelsea asked as I came downstairs.
“Nothing really,” I said as I sat on the couch. “Do you need me to leave?”
“No, why?” Chelsea asked, sitting on the other end of the couch.
“Thought you might be seeing your friend,” I smiled.
“You know very well I was just saying that to get them talking about something else,” Chelsea shook her head.
“Yeah, he’s just a booty call,” I nodded.
“No, he was a one-time thing,” Chelsea corrected me. “He got his and I, well I nearly got mine.”
“What about the friend before him?” I asked.
“Are you really interested?” Chelsea asked.
“Sure,” I nodded.
“He was okay, not as bad as his friend, but he had his perks,” Chelsea shrugged.
“I hear you there,” I nodded.
“You do?” Chelsea asked, intrigued.
“Like Dahlia said, I like booty calls or friends with benefits,” I replied. “I like having sex.”
“You like fucking,” Chelsea said.
“Exactly,” I said.
“Same here,” Chelsea nodded. “The boys think because I am older that I should be single and lonely, but that’s not me.”
“Now that I know a little bit about you, I can’t see you being the settled down and quiet type,” I smiled.
“Nope, not me,” Chelsea laughed.
We sat silently for a while watching the television, and then Chelsea smiled.
“You are really bad at this,” she said as she stared at me.
“At what?” I asked.
“You really want to stare, but you don’t want me to catch you,” Chelsea said as she looked at me.
Chelsea had caught me. I tried to get glances at her big boobs, but she always saw me.
“Sorry,” I replied.
“Nothing to be sorry about,” Chelsea shrugged. “Just didn’t think a young guy like you would like huge saggy boobs,” Chelsea smiled. “Thought you would be into the perkier smaller type.”