The Pull

Chapter 6

Sunday was spent not thinking of Ben. I did a full facial on myself as it was my ritual when I felt anxiety, and I painted my nails. By noon I was freaking out, so I called Emma.

"Oh my God, I think I'm dying," she groaned on the phone. "Will it ever stop or is this my life now?"

"Yeez Eminem, when did you get home last night?"

"Um, I didn't? I got home like three hours ago."

"Did you now? So, Peter Quill took you for a ride in his spaceship, huh?"

"Ok Puckster, first of all, that was like the worst sex analogy I've ever heard. Second: no, he didn't."

"Ok. Then who's spaceship did you go on then?"

"Stop with the spaceships."

"Fine. Where did you sleep?"

"Don't shout at me!"

"I'm not shouting. That's just your head punishing you for being a party slut." Emma groaned again.

"Well as it turned out, Sam – that's Quill's real name – was a snooze fest. Once we sat down and talked, he just wouldn't stop talking about some boat he was buying. I mean, for a solid hour."

"Maybe he was just nervous," I said. "He did see you break a man's nose." 

"No, I'm pretty sure he was just boring. So, when Des texted me to meet her and the others at the Roof, I left to meet them up. Spent the night downing tequila shots and shooting cute guys with my toy gun until a security guard confiscated it. He said it was because I scared people, but I suspect he just wanted it for himself."

"Such an abuse of authority."

"I know, right?? And now please just let me die in peace."

"Should I come over? I could bring pizza," I suggested.

"I love it when you talk dirty to me."

"I'll be there in a couple of hours."

"For sure. I want to hear everything about Ben with the sexy eyes."

I didn't reply at first. I wanted to tell her everything but didn't know how.

"Ok. What's going on, Pucks?"

"Well, it's a funny story, really. We kind of ended up in my bed."

Silence.

"Ok, you magnificent hoe, you are not taking two hours to get here. I give you forty-five minutes. That includes getting the pizza."

Forty-seven minutes later I entered Emma's apartment, holding a peperoni pizza and two bottles of Orangina. Emma insisted on eating first, as she needed to 'recuperate to fully grasp the story of the dicking', as she called it. After pizza, we settled in her spacious couch with what was left of our sodas and a bowl of Taki's.

"Spill the beans," Emma said while stuffing her mouth full of Taki's.

"He drove me home."

"I was with you for that part. I mean the sex."

"Yes, impatient woman. I know you meant the sex. He drove me home and insisted on walking me to the door like the British gentleman he is. Then I accidentally kissed him."

"Yeah, that happens to me a lot too," Emma scoffed. I glared at my friend.

"I don't know what happened. But it sparked something and we kind of went for it. He made me come in the hall, just by using his hands."

"Wait, what?? He finger-fucked you out in the hallway?" Emma's eyes looked like saucers.

"No, silly. I'd like to keep on living there. We went inside my place but didn't make it far. Then he took me to bed, and it was... amazing. I came like ten times on his tongue, and the dick..."