Just Desserts- GxG

Chapter 9- Merry Christmas & Unhappy New Year

I spent Christmas brainstorming and celebrating with the few close friends I had made since moving to Houston.

Mimi and her wife Priscilla are two beautiful brunettes, both in their mid 30s, and have been married since high school. I met them out at a bar when I first moved to the city.

Currently, they are both sitting with me in Jacob and Rocket's living room, badgering me about my foul mood.

Even Sarai, a gorgeous girl of Indian descent with coal black hair down to her waist, noticed the difference in me the second she walked in.

I guess Sarai was flying solo this year. Like me, she had never been much for relationships, but at least she had experienced a few, and even brought a date to some of our get togethers.

Since it was just my makeshift family this year, I told them everything over dinner. I explained from the beginning of Camry and I's history together when I committed my epic fuck up. Then of course how I came to find out that Camry was Carmilla, our scorching hot sex, my emotional revelation, and then subsequent breakdown.

I admitted that I loved the girl in my office that they had always heard me talking trash about.

"I knew you were into her." Mimi says once I'd made it to that part in my story. "In fact, looks like you owe me tickets to the next game, bud." She finishes, kicking Rocket under the table.

I roll my eyes. "Yes, yes the classic enemies to lovers scenario. I get it."

Priscilla chimes in, "More like the grade school playground type of flirting. Where you call each other names and throw sand in her eyes because that's what flirting is to immature boys at that age."

"Whatever." I grumble, stabbing my fork into the fat slice of ham I had claimed for myself.

I bask in the brief moment of complete satisfaction, once it graces my taste buds.

Man...Jacob put the hurt on the smoked meat this year. He's the best cook I know hands down.

Both he and Brock (aka Rocket Ralph) could be male models. Jacob may be a little shorter and with a bit more lean muscle to him, but he and Rocket make a damn good looking couple. They met in the same gym I first encountered them in. Except by the time I showed up, they had bought the place for themselves. They live amidst the treadmills and dumbells.

Thankfully, they love to eat just as much as they exercise, so holidays at their place is always delicious and never short on smoked meat. And yet there's not even 7% of body fat to be found between the two of them.

After appreciating the first bite, I refill my fork with mashed potatoes. "I'm not even going to argue with you guys. You called it. The point is, how to I get her to give me a chance?"

"That's going to be a tough one Harley. You've never even dated in your entire life. Even knowing and loving who you are as a person, I would be slow to jump into a relationship with you, and you've never done shit to me."

Priscilla holds up her hand as I open my mouth, obviously to defend myself.
I'm not sure if it's the wide eyes, the angry eyebrows, or the menacing fork gesture that gives it away, but she tries to placate me before I can even speak.

"Come on love, be honest with yourself. This is a big city and yet there's not a lesbian bar or club that you can walk into without some girl running out, crying."

My fork lowers minutely.

I mean not every time. I think.

"Or without getting slapped across the face." Mimi adds.