Press Your Luck 19

Harlow had finished painting his nails a good half hour before Valerie returned from whatever community college course she was flunking, thankfully she looked to be in a much better mood. “Good afternoon, Miss Lucy.” She cheered with a giggle.

“Good afternoon, Miss Val.” Harlow giggled and blew on his nails.

Valerie smiled as she sat across from him at the table. Time away from their little spat this morning, and discussing it in vague terms with her psych professor, had helped her not only calm down but reaffirm that Lucy was simply repressing harder. “Oftentimes,” he had said, “patients can become hostile when challenged to give up things or thoughts that have become their norm. Even if they know these are inherently harmful to them. There’s even a term for it I’m sure you’ve heard. The devil you know is better than the one you don’t.”

Watching Lucy carefully care for her nails only cemented Val’s theory. “Lucy?”

“Hmm?” Harlow scratched ‘nails’ off of his chores list now that they were dry.

“I wanted to apologize for this morning.”

“Yeah?” He stopped and finally looked up at her.

“Yeah. I know you’re, like, going through a tough time lately.” –Harlow nodded– “But know, I am trying to help you through this. Okay?”

“Okay.” He didn’t believe a word she said of course. But if it meant she wasn’t threatening him with exile then who was he to argue with her.

“Can I get a hug?” Harlow paused for a moment but nodded. Valerie pulled Harlow into a hug, squishing his fake chest into her real one. When she broke the hug she caught sight of a small pout on Lucy’s face. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” He lied. Sort of. Nothing was necessarily wrong. He was just disappointed that he didn’t get to feel Valerie’s breasts against his own chest and he was in no position to risk an accidental squeeze.

Noticing his unhappy eyes lingered on her chest she knew. “So, how much did you get done today?”

“Like, pretty much everything.”

“Pretty much?”

Harlow shrugged, “I didn’t know what this meant so I skipped it.” He handed Valerie the paper.

All of his chores had been crossed out except for p.e. “It’s like in school. You know. Exercise. Cute doctor told you to get some exercise.”

“His name isn’t, cute doctor.”

“What’s his name then?”

“I don’t know, I wasn’t listening.”

“Because he was so cute, huh?” Valerie erupted in giggles immediately joined by Harlow. Any attempt at protesting was waved off immediately due to Lucy’s giggling. Harlow’s giggling had quickly become reflexive to Valerie’s, unbeknownst to either of them however, Valerie’s giggling had also become a reaction to Lucy’s giggling. Both created a loop where Valerie teased Lucy about her crush on the doctor but couldn’t stop giggling and Harlow would try to defend himself but was unable because of Valerie until they were both in a full on giggle fit “So, like, until you remember his name he’s, cute doctor.”

“Whatever.” Harlow finally gasped, holding his side, now having himself under control. “But, like, the doctor said-”

“Who?” She asked with a smile.

Harlow recognized that smile, she was about to start again if he didn’t cut her off, “Cute doctor,” He said with a sigh before quickly adding, “said that I should, like, keep wearing heels. So, obviously I can’t do p.e. stuff.” He patted himself on the back mentally.

“That’s where you’re wrong.” Valerie hurried into the kitchen, putting two small bottles of water in the freezer. “But first.” she paused for a moment. Her brain immediately had caught sight of the fewer chips. Valerie had an uncanny photographic memory. “First we need to get changed.”

“We do?”

“Unless you’re just dying to expose your cute little butt under that skirt of yours.” Valerie smiled. She would see just how long Lucy thought she could get away with this little game, mentally adding four more chips on top of the three that were missing as punishment.

“All I have are skirts and dresses.” He pouted.

“Hey, I know you want more pretty things, but we just can’t afford it yet.”

“That’s not-”

“But since you were a good girl today and didn’t, like, try to lie about doing your p.e. I’ll let you borrow some of my shorts.” Harlow smiled and nodded, glancing briefly at the chip jar before following Valerie into her room.

“I guess this is good since-” Harlow stopped himself from thinking out loud.

“Since what?”

“Nothing. It’s stupid.”

“Hey. It’s not stupid. I just totally praised you for your honesty. Don’t make me feel stupid, now.” Harlow bit his tongue, not taking the low hanging fruit.

“Daniel mentioned I should, like, learn to dance for him.” Harlow giggled uncomfortably.

Valerie giggled back, “That is too cute!”

Harlow blushed a deep red, “Shut up!”

“Never!” Valerie giggled. “I know the perfect teacher for you!” She gasped, turning on her heel and grabbed a small pair of bright yellow booty shorts which she handed to Harlow.

“Already?”

“Yeah!” Valerie pushed the shorts in Harlow’s hands. “She does online classes.”

“Won’t that cost money?”

Valerie thought for a moment, “You can pay me back.” Harlow was going to disagree but whatever thought was in his head was blown out of his mind when Valerie took her top off exposing the pink bra underneath. Valerie turned around once more and asked, “Can you unsnap me?” as she gathered a sports bra.

Harlow’s penis threatened to rip itself free, tearing every ounce of flesh it could along the way. “H-hey,” Harlow stuttered as he deftly unsnapped Valerie’s bra. The fact he could so easily take off a woman’s bra now was not lost on him.

“Yeah?”

“S-so, I was thinking,” He cleared his throat, “maybe you could give me that solvent stuff?”

“Why?”

“I mean. It hurts when it pulls…and, like, you said before it was because I didn’t know how to tuck but, I think I’ve got that down now.”

“Hmm. I’ll think about it.” She slipped the sports bra over the large chest it barely contained, “You’re babysitting again tonight, right?”

Harlow nodded slowly, he had forgotten he was still expected to babysit even though his real reason for going was his promised threesome. “I was thinking before, would be better.”

“Why?”

“I have to wash?”

She paused a moment before speaking again, “Maybe. If you answer me honestly.”

“...okay?” Harlow worried she was about to ask about the chips, had she somehow noticed?

“Do you enjoy being Lucy?”

“What are you talking about?” He asked, genuinely confused.

Valerie closed her bedroom door and pulled Harlow to the bed sitting next to her, “It’s just us, no judgment, okay? Do you, Harlow,”–she whispered– “enjoy being Lucy?”

Harlow paused for a moment, stunned. What was she even talking about? Of course he didn’t! He nearly answered automatically, it could be a trick. She could use it against him and throw him out if he didn’t answer “correctly” even though she said she wouldn’t judge. But then, she reminded him earlier she had ruined other girls for less. If he said no , as she was no doubt expecting, she would tell Marcus and sell Lucy to some brothel to protect her and Daniel. But if he said yes she would no doubt blackmail him or somehow convince Daniel he wanted this. He remained silent another moment as he thought. Daniel was smart enough to realize he was only doing as much as he was with Danny because of his situation. Otherwise he wouldn’t be making these deals. He was certainly taking advantage of the situation…but Harlow couldn’t exactly blame him for that either.

“Yeeesss?” He said slowly.

“Are you asking me or telling me?”

“Telling. Right?”

“Be real, Lucy.” She snapped.

“No. I’m not!” Harlow shouted, tired of her stupid attempts at mind games. “Why the fuck would I like it?! I don’t like having my dick glued up to my ass! I don’t like these fake rubbery tits! God damnit! I don’t like hiding and being on the run from men who want to kill me!”

“Okay.” She said calmly, noting how hesitant he was to answer. He had begun to say more but stopped himself.

“Okay?” He panted heavily, his little outburst feeling almost cathartic after a week of not being allowed to complain. Too much.

Was he asking her for the right answer? There was no right answer. There was only the truth. A truth, it was clear, Harlow wasn’t ready to admit. Yet. “Okay.” Valerie stood and walked out of the bedroom.

“Wait, does this mean you’ll give me the solvent?” He called after her.

“Nope.” She called back. ‘When she’s ready to say one way or the other honestly, sure.’ She told herself. “You’re still getting two chips for swearing!”

Harlow angrily followed Val into the living room where Valerie pulled out her phone and connected it to the television which now displayed dozens of videos of women in tight lycra shorts and heels stretched in various poses. Harlow felt his dick twitch painfully against its sticky prison. “See? Girls do yoga in heels all the time.” Valerie smiled.

“You expect me to do that?!” He practically shrieked seeing the complicated pose one woman had folded herself into, somehow holding herself upside down on her forearms, one heel in the air and the other bent over her back and barely touching the floor with the tips of its toes.

“Oh don’t worry you big baby.” Valerie shook her head and selected a simpler video, “We’ll start with something much easier.” She typed on her phone quickly and a thin woman in a leotard sat cross legged on the screen.

“Hello.” She said gently. “Today I would like to go over some basic stretches and poses, this is perfect if you’re a beginner or if you want to simply refresh yourself or if you have an injury and need to take it easy but don’t want to lose your progress.”

“This is perfect for you!” she cheered excitedly and pulled Harlow to the floor in front of the t.v. with her.

Harlow grumbled at first, hating the idea of doing something so girly. Valerie had insisted that he needed to keep himself limber. “Especially if you’re going to start dancing. The last thing you wanna do is pull something.”  She reminded him any time he complained about a stretch. He wasn’t super athletic and he was certain he couldn’t do anything found in “cirque du soleil” but he followed along with the football team when they did stretches. How knew most of what the woman in the video went over, even if she gave them weird names to sound exotic or mystical. The only thing he found exceptionally difficult were the warrior and tree poses, a task of finding balance and alignment made all the more difficult by the addition of five inch heels he was still struggling to get used to. Of course simple poses for a minute at a time were easy enough. But performing them over the next hour became increasingly grueling as muscles he didn’t even know he had were sore from new levels of exertion. Valerie’s comment that he was a baby kept ringing in his head, spurring him on to not take offered help. Valerie could sit in warrior pose and twist her torso entirely to its side so he should be able to as well! Of course he wasn’t and instead fell multiple times. “Just do the beginner version.” She would say and he would refuse. Not wanting to admit defeat.

That evening Danny returned home and was surprised to see Lucy wearing booty shorts and a sports bra, standing in warrior pose two alongside Valerie wearing lycra capris and a sports bra. It made him smile that she took the time to paint her nails to match the shorts she was going to wear to work out in, he thought. Not knowing it was the other way around with his sister picking out a pair of tight shorts to match her nails she had just painted.

“Hey, Danny!” Valerie cheered as her arms stretched to the ceiling, her hips back and her chest forward. Danny flushed and immediately shut the door. Not even a second later there was a knock at the door. “Gee, I wonder who that could be.” Valerie asked loudly as she walked to her room, rolling her eyes. Her brother really needed to get over his issues with sex.

Harlow opened the door, covering his exposed chest with the door, “Yes? Are you the big strong repairman I ordered?” Harlow asked playfully. Even though yoga had been an annoying pain, after the fifteen minute cooldown session he felt a strange sense of calm.

Danny chuckled, “Yes ma’am. I’ve come to check that your bed is up to code.”

Harlow shook his head with a smile before opening the door wide enough for Daniel to come inside. Danny blushed at Lucy’s tight workout clothing. He had seen her wear less, yet somehow, her sweat soaked bod and tight pink sports bra that barely contained her breasts and skin tight yoga shorts got his blood racing southward. “Hi.” Her permanent smile brightened before she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him warmly on the lips. “How was work?” She giggled.

“Not as good as coming home to you.”

“You’re such a corn dog.” Lucy giggled and rolled her eyes. Danny watched as Lucy turned and walked away before following her into the shower. “Hey, this is not a two man operation, ya know.”

“I was gonna get your back for you.”

“Weirdo.” Harlow shoved Daniel back with his ever-permanent smile. “I have to get ready to babysit.” He called through the door. “I don’t have time for your pranks.”

“What prank?” Danny shook his head and walked sullenly into the bedroom. The room had been picked up for the most part, the bed was still unmade of course but he never cared about things like that. Sitting on the edge of the bed he reached down for his work boot when he felt something roll into his thigh. Looking at the dildo his eyes widened. “Well, I see why it’s easy for you to resist.” He chuckled and tossed it back on the bed.

Later that evening, Harlow knocked on Naomi’s door with a nervous smile. He had tried in vain to convince Valerie to let him out of his imprisonment but she refused. But he had a plan hidden in his purse.  “Oh, Lucy!” Naomi smiled, “I am so glad you’re here early.”

“Yeah?” Harlow smiled excitedly.

“Yeah. It can give us some time to talk beforehand. Come inside.” She waved a hand, turning quickly to lead Harlow to the kitchen.

“Absolutely.”

In the kitchen Naomi poured herself and Harlow a small sparkling water with lemon. “Cheers.” She smiled.

“Cheers.” They clinked glasses before taking a sip. Harlow noticed Naomi was smiling from ear to ear but she was avoiding actually looking at him. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” Before Harlow could even shrug it off Naomi continued, “No. That’s a lie. Your women’s intuition is right.”

“I don’t think I have that.” Harlow giggled anxiously.

“Hush, of course you do. You saw I was feeling off. A man wouldn’t even notice.” Harlow pouted, he learned to read people from a young age when he played poker with his mother. “Not that Danny would, he might need a little help, but he is a very sweet man.”

“He is.” Harlow widened his smile, letting it fill his eyes, as he had practiced with Val. Danny was indeed a good guy, Harlow knew this. What he didn’t know was why did the memory of seeing Daniel’s cock explode with cum flash into his mind. Harlow took a quick gulp of his cold lemon water, hoping to wash the phantom taste of Daniel’s cum out of his mouth.

“But the truth is,” Naomi began, “I’m nervous. I’ve never been with a girl like you.”

“Me either.”

Naomi laughed and playfully slapped Harlow’s shoulder as he giggled in return, “You know what I mean. I’ve been with girls before and I’ve been with men, I’ve just never…been with a woman who has breasts and a penis.” Naomi’s words became rushed as she rambled her fears off, “Do I do things differently than I would with another woman? Like, I love going down on a beautiful woman, tasting her pussy, hell I think I actually just like giving head. I love going down on Ray. But I know, well I mean I’ve heard from other trans women that don’t even like their…their penis being touched. Then again maybe you don’t have it. But I know I’m not supposed to as-”

“You have put a lot more thought into this than I have.” Harlow giggled. He hadn’t put any thought into this beyond the potential to have sex with two beautiful women. If she was this anxious she might just say forget it altogether. After everything he had been through this week, and especially today and last night, getting to have sex with two women would go a long way to helping repair the beating his masculinity had taken so far.

“I just don’t want you to be uncomfortable. I want everyone to enjoy themselves.”

“Come here, let’s sit down.” Harlow took Naomi’s hand and brought her into the dining room. Sitting at the table across from Lucy helped to put Naomi at ease. “First I want to say, I think you are a beautiful and generous woman.” Harlow hadn’t released her hand after they sat down, and kissed her wrist gently as he had done so many times for Daniel. Naomi’s: hand, wrist, and arm, were all smooth and free of hair, unlike Daniel’s who were rough from long days at work and a tangle of hair he never even thought about shaving. “You don’t have to be scared of offending me. If there’s something you want to know, just ask.”

Naomi nodded, shifting in her seat, the biggest question on her mind was probably the worst one to ask about, but if Lucy was being honest then so should she, “C-Do you still have…it? Your, ya know, your penis.”

Harlow pouted briefly, he did, but that fact wouldn’t help him here. Unless he lucked up with his idea, “I do…but..” he paused, trying to figure out the best way to explain that Val, Naomi’s best friend, had glued his dick away and wouldn’t let him have some freedom even for tonight.

“But you don’t want to use it?”

“I…might. Right now it’s uh…” ‘What did she call it?’ “it's tucked away. With…glue.”

“Is that safe?”

“I…” he thought for a minute, of all the things that he thought shouldn’t be around his dick, glue was certainly in the top five these days. “I think it is…I haven’t had any problems with it so far. Except when I…when I get hard. Or try to.” He giggled nervously. It was strange to talk to anyone about this, he knew he couldn’t talk to Daniel about it, why would he ever need to talk to him about his penis? He couldn’t talk to Valerie about it, she’d just call him an idiot and probably punish him for being unladylike and getting hard altogether. But talking to Naomi was both strange and a bit of a relief. Even if she didn’t know the whole truth, being able to unburden himself just a little bit felt…nice.

“So it still…functions?”

“It does.”

“Are you okay if I touch it? During, I mean.”

“I’ll let you know then. Right now I’m not sure how I’ll feel.” He lied again. He heard a trick with nail polish remover he was hoping would work but telling her that would only raise more awkward questions.

“Okay.” She smiled. Naomi rubbed the back of Lucy’s hand with her thumb as her breath slowly returned to normal. “I guess I’ll just focus on your girls then.” She laughed nervously.

“These aren’t real.” Harlow giggled.

“I mean, who hasn’t had plastic surgery these days.”

“No, I mean…they’re fake, fake.” To prove his point he flicked what was supposed to be his nipple really hard without flinching from the pain that should have accompanied it.

“Oh. Is that the size you’re going with when you have your surgery?”

Harlow hesitated for a moment, as much as he missed feeling his own chest, he absolutely didn’t want them to be real, but Naomi thought he was trans and if he was going to have sex with her, possibly more than the once planned, then he’d need to keep up appearances. “I would. But I just don’t have the money.”

“That sucks. What about grants?”

“Huh?”

“There are grants for trans…no, gender affirming surgeries?” she asked as if she was reading a notecard somewhere in her mind.

“I didn’t know that.”

“You should definitely look into it. I’m sure you qualify. It probably wouldn’t be too much with how many surgeons are in Vegas.”

Before Harlow could give his hand waving answer, Ray came out of the back of the house, his daughter in one arm and his son following a distance behind. “Lucy, I didn’t know you were here already.”

Naomi released Lucy’s hand and stood, taking her daughter in her arms, “She came a little early so we were having a little girl talk.” Naomi smiled at Harlow, who responded with his own continuous smile as he stood.

“Hey, little girl.” Harlow cooed excitedly and shook their small daughter’s hand between his thumb and pointer. The girl giggled at the silly woman’s excited voice. Harlow couldn’t help but giggle, kids weren’t so bad when they weren’t screaming or throwing up. He turned towards Henry, giving the young blue eyed boy a smile, “Hey, Henry.” he smiled, “I’m glad you’re feeling better.” Henry backed up around the corner and quickly ran to his room.

Naomi smiled, “He’s just shy.”

“Yeah, I remember being that way when I was his age.” Harlow giggled awkwardly. Did the kid really have a crush on him? As Naomi repeated her instructions from the week before Harlow thought how he couldn’t fault Henry if he did in fact have a crush on his babysitter. After Ray and Naomi left he caught sight of himself in a hall mirror, if he didn’t know better he would think he was hot too.

Later on, Harlow made a simple spaghetti dinner. He was sure to check the ingredients this time, not wanting to risk Henry’s health again. Especially since if he started spewing all over the bathroom again Naomi would no doubt not want to have a threesome with him. Having read more of the baby books Valerie left him taking care of Vanessa was much easier this time around. It was still stressful but when she cried he had some idea what to do. Henry was a different story. When he went to get him for dinner Harlow paused at the door, remembering what he was like at that age, and knocked. “Hold on!” Henry yelled behind the door. Harlow shuddered, not wanting to imagine what the kid was doing. Opening the door Henry’s face was flushed as he stared up at Lucy’s large chest. “Yeah?”

‘Dude, you gotta be more subtle.’ he thought, unaware that bouncing Vanessa on his hip was giving Henry a sight he wouldn’t soon forget, “Dinner’s ready.”

“Is it poison again?”

“No, I made sure to leave the poison at home. Come on.” Harlow walked into the kitchen, knowing the kid was staring at his ass. Harlow had dressed to impress Naomi, completely forgetting he would be eye candy for the preteen first. Again he couldn’t blame the kid, his ass was wrapped in a skintight knee length black leather midi pencil skirt. His matching five inch black peep toe heels gave him an extra swing to his hip as they clicked across the hardwood floor. With his red bustier he looked less like a babysitter and more like a woman on the prowl. Which he was in a sense. The only thing he felt was off about him was the fact his nails were still a sundaze yellow color. A minor issue he would fix as soon as he put the kids to bed along with one major issue.

When Valerie saw he had tried to wear a traditional bra with his red lace bustier top she couldn’t help but laugh. Or giggle. “Gawd, you can, like, be such an airhead sometimes.” She told him and explained how he needed a strapless bra to protect his “girls” and still look sexy. “I’m gonna start quizzing you on this stuff if you keep on forgetting.”

Harlow, Henry and Vanessa sat at the table, the two of them eating spaghetti while Vanessa was given a bowl of Cheerios scattered about the tray in her chair.

Fifteen minutes after Harlow had put Henry to bed, Vanessa was long ago gently rocked to sleep and placed in her crib hours ago, Harlow was able to get to work on his plan. Sitting in the bathroom, he took a bottle of nail polish and nail polish remover out of his purse, he stripped free of his skirt and panties. When Valerie spotted him grabbing the remover he told her he was going to do his nails after the kids were in bed to match his top since otherwise he’d be bored. This prompted her to give Harlow a new shade of nail polish she thought he would just “totally love!” In truth he had remembered an episode from an old sitcom he watched with his mother where a man and woman accidentally glued their hands together. Something about nail polish remover was supposed to dissolve the glue according to tv writers.

The first attempt he took a small wrag and rubbed the outside of his penis. “How long was I supposed to do this?” The show had never mentioned how long it took to become unglued, just the zany antics before and the aftermath after. The glue remover usually took a minute before he was able to free himself with minimal pain. So he rubbed himself for a minute with the polish remover. He felt his dick twitching multiple times at his touch, grateful it still worked after being mistreated this past few weeks.

Setting the remover aside he pulled on his limp shaft but only found pain. “Moth-” He covered his mouth, not wanting to wake either kid, but especially Henry who was capable and more than likely to run into the bathroom to see what was happening.

After calming down he tried again, this time rubbing himself for several minutes. ‘It’s not the same stuff, so maybe it’s weaker.’ He thought. Harlow felt the familiar twinges of arousal from his trapped dick but worse this time…his heart pounded heavily in his chest. His dick tried to plump to full size but once again found itself trapped, still enjoying the touching Harlow bit his lip as he tried to will his arousal away.

He managed to stop himself when he felt precum drip onto the tip of his fingers. “Fuck me.” He whispered. “I really need to get out of this crap.” He gripped his shaft once more, feeling an intense shiver run across his body, and pulled. The pain was even more intense as he twisted and pulled his erection against the glue trap and now the acetone was burning his skin! “F-fuck!” He swore and immediately turned the sink on full blast. He grabbed a wrag and doused his burning crotch with ice cold water.

Harlow pouted at the dining table painting his nails a sparkly red color, after cooling the fire and assuring there was no real damage beyond the pain he redressed and decided it was a lost cause tonight. He would have to hope for a repeat performance and a second chance. Maybe he could convince Valerie to go back to the store she ordered it from?

The wheels turned over in his mind as he painted and dried his nails for the next hour before he heard the front door opening. Naomi smiled as she opened the door, “Hey, girl.” she cheered.

Ray chuckled as he held an arm around her waist to balance her.  “I’m gonna go check on the kids. You two behave while I’m gone.”

“Absolutely not.” She giggled drunkenly and stumbled towards her prey with lust in her eyes. “I have been thinking about you. All night.” She leaned over the table, giving Harlow an excellent view of her cleavage.

“Me too.” He giggled.

“And just what have you been thinking, miss Lucy?”

Harlow bit his lip, he wanted to flip her over on the table and drive himself into her but a thought nagged at him ‘She wants Lucy.’ He thought.

“Don’t leave me in sussspense, Lucy.”

‘I am Lucy!’ He reminded himself before reaching his hand behind her head, clutching a fistfull of hair and pulling her lips into his. Harlow’s fantasy nearly came true as Naomi sat on the table and slipped her tongue into his mouth. Harlow, fueled by a long standing fantasy and frustration, did not hold back as he stood and pulled Naomi across the table. His dick ached painfully in his pantied prison but he didn’t care right now. He slid his hand under her dark green dress, feeling her ass in the palm of his hand. “I’ve been thinking about this all night.” He hissed, breaking the kiss for a moment.

“I can tell.” She giggled, kissing Harlow’s neck.

“Fu-” he stopped, wincing in pain, as he felt her fingers caress the tip of his trapped penis.

She pulled back her fingers, revealing a glob of precum that had leaked through his panties, “Someone is eager.” She smiled, licking her fingers clean.

Harlow swallowed hard, the reality of his situation coming back to him. “A-about that…”

Naomi’s face softened, “Oh…did I do something wrong?” She asked for the first time noticing the pained look on Lucy's face. Her immediate thought was of concern she might have triggered some dysphoria for the beautiful girl.

Truth was his penis still hurt from his attempts to free himself, between the burning nail polish and the sting of flesh trying to slowly tear itself away it would be a miracle if he could even get hard if he somehow managed to get freed. “No, I just…I thought about it and…I don’t like…it being touched.” The lie was at least less complicated than the truth.

She frowned, not in disappointment but pity, “I understand. I’m sorry.” She apologized before kissing Harlow’s neck.

“It’s fine.”

“Shh, no need to lie.” She planted her heels on the floor, grabbing Harlow’s newly painted fingers, “Besides I know ways to still make sure you have a fun time tonight.”

Harlow had to laugh, well giggle in his case, as she told him not to lie while she drug him to her bedroom, “Not that I’m, like, complaining, but you did mention someone else would join us?”

“I did. And I keep my promises.” they giggled together as Naomi closed the bedroom door behind them.