This is a continuation of the story revolving around a young man named Donovan and the people he meets and experiences he has along the way. For those new to this story you can pick up from this chapter as I have done my best to keep many important details present.
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Donovan woke up the next morning and the events that took place the previous night seemed to be a dream but the tiredness of his eyes quickly reminded him it was not. He could smell the aroma of breakfast foods permeating his room; tip toeing around his nose as if only to tease him by what was not in his grasp. Reaching down to grab his shirt, the clock on his nightstand revealed his ability to slumber as its digital face confirmed he slept in late. Pulling the shirt over his head, the sweet smell of Vicky's lingering perfume ushered away what his stomach was craving. He walked out of his room and moved down the hall, the sound of incoherent voices had him nervous of the conversations that may have been taking place.
As he entered the kitchen, he saw Gale and Vicky sitting on bar stools that surrounded the counter as it raised from the floor in the middle of the room. Gale, while holding a coffee mug in her hands slowly brought it up to her lips, carefully sipping it as the steam arose and swirled around her head. Vicky was sitting across from her resting her elbow on the table as her hand cradled her chin. He could see Vicky picking at her food, similar to how he remembered doing the same thing to the peas his mother used to put on his plate when he was much younger.
"Well good morning Donovan, I hope Mike's bed was comfortable enough for you last night" Gale said cheerfully. "Come, come, have a seat. Vicky and I were just enjoying a couple of homemade waffles, would you like some?" she politely asked.
"Uh, yeah, sure why not, thanks" he responded while trying to catch a glimpse of Vicky's eyes. He reached the counter and took a seat on the outside edge, Vicky to his left and Gale's empty plate to his right. Vicky still hadn't looked up at him yet, still picking at her food, using her fork to push her strawberries to the corner of the plate as if they were cattle and she a farm hand.
"Here you go dear. I hope you like strawberries. It's the only fruit we keep in the house. James is too picky about fruit, I'll tell yah" Gale said, as the smile never left her face. Donovan grabbed his fork and began to cut away a piece of his breakfast when Vicky finally looked up at him. He wasn't sure what to expect. Would she smile at him as if nothing happened last night, would she look at him with pity because of his breakdown, or would she look at him passionately as he had hoped?
The look on her face confused Donovan. It was a look that had a little bit of anger, a dash of sadness, and a hint of solitude to it. Donovan thought to himself "well, at least she doesn't hate me, or, at least I don't think she does anyways." Donovan began to speak when Gale interrupted him, "Vicky seems to have come down with a case of the whispers this morning." Donovan's look at her could only be one of confusion, "a case of the whispers?" he asked. Gale giggled to herself before answering, "I think she's horse dear, she might be coming down with something; you two better keep your distance if you don't want to come down with one of our North Carolina colds, they getcha."
Vicky's look towards Donovan changed, the dash of sadness still showed, but the hint of solitude didn't, but anger; yeah, anger was there. His insides twisted like a tourniquet as a knot formed in his stomach; he no longer felt like eating, he actually started to feel nauseous. It's obvious Vicky was mad at him and he felt shitty that he probably ruined the relationship, the one he was forming in his mind at least.
Gale took her coffee cup as she stood, grabbed Vicky's plate and placed it on her own; the sound of flatware and ceramic resonated as they collided. While heading towards the sink she said, "Well, I gotta go to work you two. I'll be home late tonight b'cause Cousin Martha is having us girls over for a bridge party". The excitement on her face brought a giggle out of Donovan; her wide smile and cheerful jester was something he only saw in movies.
Donovan started to eat as the knot in his stomach slowly faded. He could hear the sound of the door closing behind Gale, and the emptiness of the house amplified the sounds of his fork as it scraped his plate. Vicky stood up from her stool and grabbed Donovan by the hand, leading him into the living room across the hall. She led him to a couch on the outside of the room, her body positioned itself next to his as the cushions embraced her. She began to speak but all Donovan could hear was the raspy sounds of her voice as it strained on her vocal chords. With a slight cough and a hard swallow, her confidence grew and she began to speak again.
"Donny, you were too forceful with me last night. If I wasn't drunk, I wouldn't have taken you deep like that, and even if I was going to, I would be much more careful because of your size." Donovan was taken back, as the only thing he could remember at first was the mention of his size; the last thing he would've done is considered himself hung.
"My size?" Donovan asked, as he looked into her eyes.
"Yeah, you're a little bigger than the guys I've been with and it hurt my throat, that's why I can't talk today" she whispered back, the strain of her talking looked uncomfortable.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't know; I've never had a blowjob before and nobody ever said I was big. You seemed so into it, but maybe I went overboard," he said while he contemplated her excuse for being horse. He wanted to mention all the screaming and yelling she did at the party all night, but if she insisted it was because of him, well, he didn't want to upset her by disagreeing with her. Plus it was a good ego boost if she believed it to be true anyways, what guy doesn't like a compliment like that..
"Your first blowjob; are you serious? Oh my God Donovan I didn't know" she responded, the look of anger and frustration wiped from her face; as the look of pride and sadness replaced it.
"Um, yeah; I mean I've fooled around a bit with my ex-girlfriends and all, but, shit, I got--, I'm sorry". He answered back; slightly embarrassed that he let slip about his inexperience.
"Wait, Donovan, tell me the truth; are you a virgin?" Her eyes looked into his with a slight twinkle as she thought she knew the answer to this question too.
Donovan didn't answer. He brought his lips into his mouth and bit down on them, as his face became flushed, he couldn't bring himself to look her in the eyes. He started to look nervous and Vicky could read his body gestures like a book.
