The Trilogy: Smuts & One-Shots

Trying New Things*: Joel Miller

Pairing: DILF!Joel Miller x OC 

Warning: Virgin OC. Oral Sex. Mentions of alcohol & marijuana. 

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"So, what are your plans this weekend?" Melissa asks.

I'd just finished doing dishes when Melissa walked through my door. Her hair is messy and falling out of the hair tie that I'm pretty sure is stretching to the extent of breaking. She walks over to my cabinet, grabbing one of my cups that I just took out of the dishwasher. I roll my eyes at her as she walks to my fridge and finds the tea.

"Melissa, I just cleaned those," I say, walking over to her and taking the glass from her hand. I put it back in the cabinet and handed her a styrofoam cup instead. "And this barbeque is my plan for this weekend. You do know today is Saturday right?"

I take a closer look at my best friend, realizing how red her eyes are. I knew people would be smoking weed here, but I didn't think she would indulge. Oh well, as long as she's safe right. She takes the styrofoam cup from me and begins to pour her tea.

"Yeah, I know." She says. "But, you've been in the kitchen the entire time. I know that's not fun for you." She says, taking a sip from her cup and walking toward the deviled eggs sitting on the counter. "I mean, come one, you're in here cleaning like you're married with three kids. This is your barbecue. Come have fun."

This is fun for me. I threw this kickback for the neighborhood, not for me. Plus, who is going to be in here cleaning after everyone if it's not me? I'd rather pick up every mess in the house than sit outside with a beer in my hand. Clean as you go, right?

"I'm fine, go enjoy yourself," I say.

"You're uptight." She says, stuffing a deviled egg in her mouth. "Like seriously, you need to get laid and have some fun, Stella."

I roll my eyes and begin wiping up the mess she made with the tea. I scrub the dark liquid with my paper towel, watching it soak up until my counter is clean. I fucking hate sticky counters.

"I'm not uptight, Melissa," I say. "And I do not need to get laid. I'm perfectly fine. This is fun."

Melissa smiles at me. She watches me as I throw away the paper towel and start for the broom. She runs ahead of me, blocking my cleaning supplies closet. She stands in front of the doors, her arms and legs spread out wide so I can't move past her.

"Really? Then why the fuck aren't you outside, enjoying your own party. Not to mention you're a twenty-one-year-old virgin, Stella." She says, cocking her head to the side. "Your next-door neighbor is here. You never told me he was a dilf." She says playfully.

"I babysit for him, Melissa." I rushed out. "Plus, I asked him to grill for me. That's it."

"Yeah, but you've been crushing on him for the longest." She says. "It's so fucking obvious."

I swear if she weren't my best friend I would've slapped her already. She's seen Joel at least a million times. She's just teasing me at this point and I'm not falling for it. I babysit his child, that's it, and I'm not moving past that point. The only conversations we have are the ones involving Sarah. Nothing more.

"Melissa!" I say, trying to move her from the supplies closet. I fail terribly because she can't stop doing yoga for a fucking day. The girl's core strength is unmatched. "Melissa move," I say. Stomping like a child.

"No." She says, "Go outside Stella."

I'm not going to argue with her. It's useless. She's a master of winning fights. I don't think I've ever been able to win a dispute against her, and I know today will not be the day either. I sigh, releasing some of the anxiety built inside me before turning around and walking to the sliding doors that lead to my backyard.