Shameless (The Therapist #2), стр. 31
“So, umm, I appreciate you coming over, but I’ve got to get up really early in the morning,” I lie, but I don’t care. What else am I supposed to say? “So, I’m gonna go get showered and get to bed, and you can let yourself out as soon as you get up and put your pants on. Cool.”
I swallow down the frustration and lift myself off the couch, leaving Captain Eric breathing heavily behind me. Before I reach my door, I hear him call out.
“Oh, okay. Well, have a good night,” he shouts. “Maybe I’ll see you around?”
I respond by slamming my bedroom door behind me. A few minutes later, I hear the sound of my front door being opened and closed as Eric lets himself out of the apartment.
Once I know he’s gone, I take a moment to sit down on my bed and think about what just happened. I was hoping for something thrilling. Something that would make it all seem worth it. I guess the first lesson I’m learning on this journey is that not every man is capable of satisfying a woman. That’s not on me, though. It’s on him. So, my shower will be one of irritation and annoyance, but I’ll wash all of that off and look forward to the next step. Whenever and whoever that may be. For tonight, it’ll be my vibrator to the rescue.
Ugh.
Chapter Twenty-One
~ Tessa ~
“Tessa, you really should smile more. And why’d you wear your hair up today? You should wear it down, especially if you're going to be at the register.”
My mother stands behind the counter to our animal clinic, glaring at me while I click the keys on my laptop. When things slow down with crunching numbers for my father, I try to come out of the back to help my mother with whatever she’s working on. When she’s busy with grooming, I help at the register if I can, especially if Missy isn’t available. Missy is here today, but I’m mostly caught up with paperwork, so I wanted to get out of the office and come help. You’re welcome, Mom. Thanks for being appreciative.
“Tessa, did you hear me?” My mother continues to badger me, ignoring the fact that I’m trying not to pay attention to her. “You’re so much prettier with your hair down.”
“I hear you, Mom. Geez.” I scoff as I reach up and pull my hair from its bun, letting it fall clumsily down to my shoulders before dropping down my back.
“Don’t pout, Tessa,” Judy goes on. “We have to make sure you're presentable when you're in the front. Plus, you're a single woman. You want to be as attractive as possible, because you never know who might walk through the door. Your dream guy may be just outside.”
“If her dream guy walked in here, he’d be scared off by you nagging her, Judy,” Missy speaks up, which always puts a smile on my face. If my mother is on her usual condescending, degrading bullshit, I can always count on Missy to step in.
“Oh, please,” my mother says behind a scoff. “It won't be me who scares him away, it’ll be that dreadful outfit she’s wearing.”
“Mom, will you just back off, please,” I plead. “Your outfit isn’t exactly fucking Gucci.”
Judy gasps. “Tessa! Language. That’s very unladylike. No man wants a woman with a foul mouth.”
“Every man wants a woman with a foul mouth,” Missy injects again with a laugh. “Foul enough to stick their dick inside.”
“That is disgusting,” my mother barks. “I don’t like that kind of talk here. It’s rude.”
“You know, Judy,” Missy goes on, ignoring my mother’s cries for decorum. While she talks, I look down at my blue jeans and white halter top, wondering what’s so bad about my outfit. “You just need to loosen up. You’re too uptight. You’re really starting to sound like one of those ladies who’s gone a long time without sex. Is that it? You and Jack not releasing enough tension?”
“Eww,” I chirp with a sour look on my face. “I definitely don’t want to think or talk about my parents releasing tension.”
“Yes, that’s none of your business, Melissa,” my mother snips. “Jack and I are fine, but that’s not your concern.”
“Ah, I see. So, your sex life isn't our concern, but Tessa’s is,” Missy keeps going. She’s beautifully relentless. To this, my mother has no response, she just goes back to staring down at the cash register, even though we haven’t had a single customer today.
As things quiet down in the clinic, my mind races back to last night. Even after a shower, I couldn't quite get over how lame my first ever hookup was. Missy laughed at me when I pulled her aside this morning and whispered the details in her ear, telling me that’s how most guys are. Most men act like they're the greatest thing in the world, but rarely are able to live up to their own hype. While Eric didn’t hype himself up to be anything special, I suppose I did.
I guess I assumed being open to random sex would surely bring great pleasure into my life. I figured I’d be sex crazed, stuck on getting my next fix of great dick like some sort of orgasm addict. In the end, the only orgasm I ended up having was the one I gave myself while watching a clip of some guy named James Deen fucking the life out of some blonde porn star. While the video was good and my orgasm was great, nothing quite beats the orgasm you achieve when being properly fucked. Unfortunately, I don’t have anywhere near the level of experience in that area that I should.
The door to the clinic swings open at exactly eleven fifteen in the morning. Missy is standing at the register next to my mother, who’s scanning today’s appointments with a pen in her hand. After having completely caught up with my own paperwork for the day, I