It’s officially Nanowrimo time! Part of my goal will be to get ahead on this so I can actually have time to go back. Hopefully that’ll improve my pacing, etc.
~Richard
Chelsea leaned over the vanity, staring at herself in the mirror. The left half of her face was red, the right blue, divided perfectly down her nose. She stepped back out into the bedroom.
“Are you ready yet? We’re going to be late!” she said.
Arnold tugged one end of his green and orange scarf trying to get it just the right length. “Were you this into football in high school? I only went to a couple of games, but I feel like I’d have remembered if I saw you all painted up.”
“Nope, but if I’m going to marry a dirty bird, I gotta rep my colors!”
“Are we still going to be engaged when Deerfield loses?”
“Hmmm. Wanna make it interesting?” she asked, giving him a playful slap on the butt. “If Deerfield wins, you have to do whatever I want. If Westcreek wins, I have to do whatever you want tonight.”
“I think Deerfield has won this game once since we were born, so I guess I should start coming up with ideas for tonight.”
“Hmmm, if you’re so sure, you could give me a preview right now. I actually found this bag the other night…”
She reached under the bed and pulled out the bag, plopping it on the bed.
“I was thinking something like making you watch a cheesy movie, but what’s in here?”
Chelsea looked between him and the bag for a moment, digging inside it. Giant suction cup dildo, buttplug, knife, benwa balls…
“Oh, you know. Whips, chains, things like this.” She found a smaller dildo and held it up.
“When did we get that?”
“The dildo?” she turned it around and looked at it. “I think I got this in college. I’ve probably had some of this stuff longer than I’ve known you…
“And you’re just showing me now?” Arnold asked, stepping over to look in the bag.
“I just kind of threw it under the bed and forgot about it. I wasn’t trying to hide it.”
“No, that’s fine. Just didn’t realize…” He dug around a little, “Why do we have a pasta cutter in here?” he asked, pulling out a Wartenburg wheel.
Chelsea flushed and snatched it out of his hand. “It’s… tingly,” she said, lightly tracing it over the back of his hand.
Arnold yelped and yanked his hand back.
“Alright. If Westcreek wins, you have to show me what all this stuff is and how it works. If Deerfield wins… I dunno, you can butt plug me or something.” He glanced at the one she’d used the other night. “Maybe a little smaller than that one, though. You have smaller ones, right?”
“If not, I know where we can stop and get one. Maybe I can get a fun outfit, too. Maid? Cheerleader?”
“Nun?”
“Seriously?”
“I went to Catholic school. It fucked me up.”
Chelsea laughed and leaned in to give him a kiss on the cheek. “Whatever outfit you want, if Deerfield wins. You can probably talk me into it either way.”
They walked to the car and drove to the stadium. The game was a blowout, with Deerfield down by twenty-one at the beginning of the fourth quarter.
“I’m going to get a soft pretzel or something,” Chelsea said. “They should get a liquor license, just for homecoming. We’re all coming home and old enough to drink.”
Arnold laughed and waved his scarf as Westbrook made another 20-yard catch.
Chelsea wandered over to the snack stand, whistling softly as she waited in line. She spotted Bonnie and waved her over.
“Having a good time?” Chelsea asked.
“I just want it to be over,” Bonnie said, glancing at the clock.
“Me too! Arnold and I are going to Guilty Pleasures after the game. If Deerfield loses, he’s going to put me in a sexy outfit and dig around in my old toy bag.”
“Look at you, girl! You don’t need Ma– oh my god!”
“What? What is it?”
“Look behind you!”
Chelsea turned around and spotted Mark talking to their friend, Hannah.
It was at this moment that the author realized he didn’t name the second friend in the first chapter.
J R Vincente 