[Fiction] Trust/Fall 2.1

So we begin Chapter 2! This may sting a little.

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“Y’know that thing where parents are supposed to love and accept you and all that?” Jacques asked between mouthfuls of waffles, “Well, my folks loved their bible more and couldn’t accept me fooling around with a girl in my homeschool group.”

Vivian had been called in to work and Jacques had insisted on taking me to breakfast to apologize for freaking me out.

“Shit, I’m sorry.” I said, as I nibbled bacon.

“Nah, it’s fine,” they replied. “I found new folks. Significantly better folks, like Vivi.”

“So, she adopted you?”

“Not like, legally or anything, but yeah. She was my aunt’s roommate in college and she’s known me since I was a kid. She was also my aunt’s roommate after college, and, well, it took me embarrassingly long to realize that ‘roommate’ meant ‘girlfriend’. Anyway, my aunt passed a year or so before my parents kicked me out, and Vivian was literally the only adult queer person I knew. So, I tracked her down and showed up desperate on her doorstep.”

Jacques took a break to sip their coffee, and I tried to fill the silence. “When was this?”

“Like, five or six years back? I just wanted help getting on my feet, but Vivian, well she wouldn’t be satisfied until she’d done a whole lot more than that. I wasn’t joking too much this morning. She really is my mom, in every way that matters.”

I quirked an eyebrow. “Most people don’t make a habit of walking in on their mom when she’s naked and getting ready for round two with a stranger.”

“Well, okay,” Jacques said with a devilish grin. “But, in my defense, most people are related to their moms. And Vivi is extremely hot.” She grinned like a Cheshire cat while I flushed red. “What? It’s true!”

“It is.” I mumbled down into my coffee cup trying to hide my blush.

“See? So, tell me: Was it fun?”

“The way you talk, I’d assume you’d know.”

“Awww, are you afraid you’re jumpin my claim, sweetie?”

I just shrugged and didn’t make eye contact. Jacques laughed.

“No. Honestly. Like…I’m not gonna lie and say I haven’t thought of it. At length. But Vivi is way too protective to go there. The most we’ve done is workshop ideas for what we’ll do with other people, shared tips, talked about strategies to pick up hot new girls,” she said with a wink. “Besides, we like different things and Vivi’s pretty much exclusively a top. I need a bit more flexibility in a partner.”

I smiled, mollified. “Okay then. Yeah, I had a lot of fun.”

Conversation quickly devolved into specifics and then meandered to meaningless small talk.

It was a bit later when Jacques suddenly paused and frowned a little. “Look, you’re nice, yeah? I love Vivian, but…she plays with people. Like, I don’t know what you’re planning, but try not to be hurt when the novelty wears off.”

And the food tasted a little less great after that.