a/n: i posted a trailer! it is the second story part of this book if you want to check it out!! <3

While I was excited to talk to Donna finally, I was a little nervous if I was being entirely honest.  We hadn't been able to catch up since some time last week, and I was nervous to tell her about everything that happened.  Of course, I assumed the first thing she was going to ask me before she even got a hello in would be how Harry and I were.  And, she knew that Harry and I had a date Saturday, so I was sure she had been anticipating details. Little did she know I had a whole lot to tell her.

As I got ready, I tried to think of what kind of swimsuit I would want.  The one I currently owned was a one piece with a cutout in the middle, but I kind of felt like maybe a bikini would be better this time around.  Then again, I wasn't sure if that was my own thought, or if I wanted to get that so Harry would be irritated at the lack of clothing.  I mean, one of my favorite things to do was make him agitated, but it was definitely because he was so funny when he was angry.

By the time Donna arrived, it was only about five in the evening.  I found myself answering the door in shorts and a graphic T-shirt.  She was wearing a similar outfit, and I grinned at her, my friend quickly saying exactly what I thought she would when I opened the door.

"You have a date with a dreamy radio man and don't call me immediately after?"

"Hi," I greeted.

"Don't hi me," Donna grumbled.  "Get your stuff and let's go.  I need to hear all about it."

It made me laugh.  I slipped on a pair of shoes before grabbing my bag off of the small side table by the front door.  Collecting my keys from the clay bowl, I quickly shut the door behind us, Donna getting in the car as I locked up my house.  Soon enough, I was getting in the car with her, my friend giving me a dirty look.

"Seven years of friendship and you don't want to tell me about your first real date with your dream man."

"I stayed over at his house and then a lot happened Sunday and yesterday," I laughed.

"You stayed the night? Oh God, did you—did you lose it?"

"Donna no!" I continued to laugh.  "Definitely not.  He didn't even ask.  I got him off, but he asked multiple times if I was sure about—"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," she quickly said.  "You got him off? You are telling me you did whatever with this man and you did not even think to call me once? Maggie, this is truly unbelievable."

She was joking, her tone said it all, but I was also a little worried that she was incredibly offended that I hadn't called her to tell her about my date with Harry.  I mean, we had been friends forever, and I told her almost everything so this should have been no different.  Then again, I had been a little preoccupied Sunday night with everything that happened at the grocery store, and yesterday I was so exhausted that I came home and went to bed.  So, it left me thinking about where I should start when it came to a story time with Donna.  And, eventually I found myself choosing to begin with Harry bringing me flowers.

"No way, again?" she asked.   "Did you cry?"

"Maybe. It's funny because he even tried to say why I shouldn't cry about him getting me flowers and I still did a little bit."

"Ugh, he likes you so much.  This is already so cute.  I love him already."

It made me laugh, Donna making her way toward the mall as she drove.  She told me about how if Harry bought me flowers again, he must have really, truly liked me.  It was weird to think about, especially since I felt like we hadn't known one another that long.  Then again, a month and a half was a good chunk of time to grow a friendship with someone, and I felt like Harry and I did know one another pretty well.  Maybe even enough for him to actually like me a lot.  But, I didn't want to get too crazy.  After all, this was still new to me, and I didn't want to get my hopes up.

"So, okay, you got him off," Donna started.  "But what was the lead up to that point?"

"Oh," I laughed, still a little flustered at the fact that I had opened with that line.  "Well, I already started with the part about him getting me flowers and stuff.  Then, we went and saw Adventures in Babysitting, which was pretty good.  I don't think Harry liked it all that much, he seemed a little bored, but I thought it was decent at least.  Oh, but you know how he doesn't like the whole touching thing?"

"Yes?"

"In the car he let me hold onto him, which I thought was sweet of him.  Especially since he usually hates it.  Then when we were actually in line waiting to buy snacks and stuff, he put his arm around me because he didn't like the way a couple of guys were staring at me."

"No way!"

"Yes!" I laughed.  "And he also kept holding my hand.  It was super cute.  He would even ask, and I just thought it was so sweet.  Especially for someone who doesn't like being touched a lot, I was really appreciative of it from him."

"That is literally adorable," she said to me.  "He really must care."

It made my cheeks heat up with her words.  After all, he probably did care a lot about me if he was willing to go out of his way and hold my hand or hold onto me because he didn't like the way a couple of guys were looking at me.  Even yesterday when he wasn't all that interested in hugging me, he went out of his way to do so because he knew it would make me feel better.  I just felt like the idea he was willing to put effort into doing something that he really disliked with me was not only surprising, but also expressed that he was willing to put in the work for the possible relationship. 

"So, what happened after the movie?" Donna asked.

"He took me to Nikki's.  I offered to pay but he said absolutely not.  Get this, though.  He kept dramatically overpaying for things.  Like, he didn't want to wait to be seated so he gave the hostess forty dollars."

"Forty dollars?" she scoffed. 

I nodded.  Donna looked at me like I was insane, when really, it was Harry who she should have been questioning here.  It wasn't like I was the one paying forty dollars to be seated faster at a diner, and it was something that I would never even remotely think to do.  Then again, I figured she was probably wondering how much money he made because of it.  Of course, it wasn't something I would know though, especially since he had told me he didn't enjoy discussing his finances.

"So, we got milkshakes to go and then just kind of walked around and we made wishes at the fountain.  But then he just kept staring at me and I was like, 'Can I help you?' and he was all, 'You're so pretty.'  I don't know, I just ... you know how I am with people complimenting me."

"Yeah, yeah, you don't think it isn't true but you also feel like you're that pretty at the same time.  I know, Maggie, I've been trying to tell you for seven years that you're gorgeous."

"Whatever."

"No," Donna laughed.  "Maybe he'll finally get it into your pretty head that you're worth those compliments.  I think being with Timothy might have maybe skewed that.  Like, I don't think he was a terrible boyfriend, but he also didn't go out of his way for you the way that Billy would go out of the way for me.  Or, at this point, the way Harry is for you."

She was right.  It would be a lie to say otherwise.  I mean, Timothy had never been a bad boyfriend, but he had things handed to him all the time because of his father.  He could take me anywhere he wanted, and almost always would choose something that was fast food.  Most of the time, when I wanted to go out to eat I would offer to pay and he would agree.  It made no sense now that I looked back at it, and while I had never been with him for money I just thought it was weird that he would only ever want to go somewhere fancy if I had been the one to offer.  So, to now see someone who was willing to take me out on a nice date and not even allow me to pay for anything had been pretty weird to me.

"So, tell me more about this stop at the fountain."

"Right," I laughed, glancing down at my nails.  "Well, he kind of looked at me for a long time and then said he wanted to kiss me."

"What?" she practically screeched.

"Yeah," I laughed, smiling at the memory as it replayed in my mind.  "So I told him he could and then we kissed."

"He sounds so respectful but also dreamy, and hot, and sexy, and oh my God, Maggie, I cannot believe you were holding out on me with all of this!"

It made me laugh.  As Donna was pulling into the mall parking lot, I started to tell her about what happened when we made it back to his place.  Once I had told her about what had happened in Harry's bedroom, I was quickly getting out of the car out of embarrassment.  Or, maybe not embarrassment but I was definitely shy now.  Donna tried to ask me a question when she got out of the car but I was quickly walking up toward the mall.  Of course, I thought the entire situation was funny, but I also didn't want to be interrogated by my friend because I was nervous about what had happened.  Harry was the first guy I had gotten off that I actually had feelings for, and I wasn't even sure how to handle that myself let alone with someone asking a bunch of questions.  It wasn't much longer until I was yanking the door open to the mall, Donna hot on my tail.

"Maggie," she sighed once she caught up.  "He cleaned you off?"

"Donna," I complained.

"No, I'm serious," she continued.  "Billy barely even does that with me.  That's why I'm asking."

While I had fully expected her to be teasing me about the entire situation, it was the exact opposite.  She was actually genuinely interested as to whether or not I was being honest.  Which, why would I lie? It wasn't like I was someone who lied a lot, if at all, but I knew that maybe she just wanted to clarify that she had heard me correctly.

"He did," I nodded finally.

"Maggie, I think this guy really likes you."

It was making me overly nervous.  I mean, I wanted to believe it—believe what she was saying to me.  Yet, here I was, so completely uncertain.  Telling her that I wanted to drop it for right now, she agreed, but still said she was super excited that he liked me. 

We made our way to one of the big department stores, especially since they usually had the best options when it came to swimsuits.  Donna and I started searching the racks, my friend holding up a few one pieces here and there, but I declined all of them.

"Oh, Maggie's finally switching over to the bikini side of things, how exciting."

It made me laugh.  "Well, maybe I wanted to try something new."

"New?  You want your man to be all over you? Same thing."

I groaned again, Donna giggling.  It wasn't long until I had a bunch of swimsuits to try on.  Donna sat outside the fitting room as I got changed and then opened the door to show them to her each time.  The first one that I tried on was an absolute no because of the way the colors looked on my skin.  However, we began to get into better choices as we went on, and finally I felt like I found the one that I really wanted when I put on a red gingham checkered suit.

"Okay, my ass is going to kind of be out," I stated as I stared at myself in the mirror

"Maggie, it's supposed to be."

"Like this though?"

I pulled the door open, Donna raising her eyebrows when she noticed me.  I did a little spin for her, knowing that my underwear probably looked so silly with the swim suit bottoms that I had on now, but she looked like she really liked it once I had done two full rotations.

"Oh, this is the one.  He's going to eat you up."

"It's not for Harry, it's for me."

"Fine, you're right.  It's for you, and for Harry to take off."

Rolling my eyes at her, I looked at myself in the mirror again, trying to figure out if I really did like it or not.  It had been a while since I had picked out a swimsuit, and I wasn't sure how much I liked it.  However, the more I stared at myself, the more I realized that I did really like the bathing suit.  It made what curves I did have look good, and I found myself thankful that I had talked myself into getting a bikini.  However, they also had the same suit in navy blue so I decided to get both, Donna approving of the idea.

"Okay, I'm sorry to ask this," Donna started after I paid for my swimsuits.  "It is just killing me to know.  Is he, you know, big?"

My face burned as I glared at her.  "Seriously?"

"What? A girl can't be curious? He's just so hot, there has to be a flaw."

"Well, I can assure you that I am not looking forward to giving him head, but I am at the same time if that gives you any clarification."

"Oh my God, he's huge!"

"Donna!" I whined.

"What? Also, what do you think his flaw is? He has to have one.  Wait! The physical touch thing.  There we go, figured him out."

It made me laugh.  Donna said it was about seven, so she suggested that we get dinner.  I thought it was a good idea, so we headed to the car.  It wasn't long until she was taking us to a little family owned place.  It had been around for years, but I had only been a handful of times.  However, I knew that they had a lot of everything. 

Once we arrived, Donna quickly got out of the car.  I was a little bit confused, especially when she was the one now practically sprinting inside.  Rolling my eyes, I quickly caught up, my eyes wide when I noticed Donna waving to Jackie and Debbie who were sitting at a table already.  Donna grabbed my hand and pulled me over to our friends, the two of us sitting across from Jackie and Debbie.

"I can't believe you," I said to Donna.

"What? You thought I was just going to let you only tell me about your first date with a man since your ex?" Donna asked.

It made me laugh.  Jackie and Debbie said that they were very happy to see me, and while I had not anticipated this dinner, I was now a little excited that it was happening.  After all, I always enjoyed my time with my friends.  Plus, it was more likely that I would be able to explain myself with them here and get it all over within one night rather than spread it out over several different evenings.

"So," Debbie started.

"Yeah, let's hear the details!" Jackie excitedly said.

Of course, the waiter came over to ask us what we wanted to drink.  I ordered a vodka cranberry, knowing I would need something to get me through an entire dinner that I was the center of tonight.  However, the rest of my friends got water.  It wasn't long until the waiter left, and I started telling them everything that I had already told Donna.  Although, it wasn't until I had half of my drink down that I found myself telling them about being intimate with Harry, my friends staring at me with wide eyes.

"What?" I complained.

"God, he must have looked so good," Debbie stated.

"I just know you had a great time watching him," Jackie agreed.

"I can't believe he offered to help you and you said no," Donna complained.

"I said no because it was a lot," I told her.  "Like, I don't know, with Timothy I was just used to giving and that was it.  Harry offering didn't make me uncomfortable, but I was just confused, I guess.  It even made me kind of upset because I was so used to just giving.  I don't know."

They all looked like they were a little sorry to have pressed the subject then, but I told them it wasn't that big of a deal.  I wasn't going to be irritated with them for pushing, but I also understood why they would have been confused when I turned down getting anything in return.  We continued to chat for a little bit about other things before our waiter returned to take our food order.  I told them about how I had gotten to meet a representative from Radio Weekly because I was going to be doing an interview with Harry for them.  They all seemed shocked, my cheeks flushing when they started congratulating me.

"That's so exciting!" Donna cheered.

"We're so happy for you," Jackie grinned.

"I can't wait to buy all the copies," Debbie told me.

It was something that I loved about all of them.  They were always so supportive in anything that I did, and I think it was why I could somewhat manage to get through my breakup.  I knew that even if I was away at college, they had been there to call me and console me and make sure that I was doing okay overall.  It had meant a lot to me then, and it still meant a lot to me now.

"So, anyway, I do have something else to tell you guys," I started.

"Okay?"

"Well, I saw Timothy on Sunday."

"What?" the three of them said at the same time.

"Yeah."

"How was that?" Jackie asked.

"Horrible," I told her.  "He introduced me to his wife, and she is so pregnant already.  Like, how could he do that to me? I guess they got pregnant in March, isn't that crazy? Three months after me and he is ready to become a dad.  Then, the worst part of it is that she doesn't even look like me.  You would think she would, that he has a type, but no.  She's blond, has blue eyes, is taller than me, and is curvy.  Like come on.  I know I have some curves but this is way more than me so it just makes me think maybe he didn't like my body, I don't know."

They all looked like they were in absolute shock with what I was telling them.  I knew it wasn't even that bad yet.  I hadn't told them that he had invited my mother and I to the baby shower as if I still talked to her regularly.  The last time I had talked to my mom was right after I told her that Timothy broke up with me.  She had told me she was disappointed in me for not choosing to stay with him and deciding that what he wanted was best.  Then, when she put my dad on the phone he screamed at me.  It had been absolutely awful.  Honestly, probably one of the worst days I had to remember.

"Is she pretty though?" Debbie asked.

"Debbie!" Jackie and Donna scoffed.

"What? I'm asking what you guys are thinking."

It made them laugh.  Quickly telling them that she was actually pretty, and looked like she was probably genuinely super nice, they all booed.  It made me laugh now, especially since a few people even looked over at our table to see what was going on with us.  While I wanted to be upset over the whole situation again, they were making me feel a lot better about it.

"Okay, here's the worst part though.  He invited me to the baby shower, and asked if I wanted to bring my mom."

"No!"  they all shouted.

"Yes," I nodded, sighing.  "Like, I thought he knew.  I cried about losing my parents to him, losing him, how could he not remember?"

"No, he definitely remembers," Donna stated.

"He was just being a dick," Debbie finished.

"I guess.  I don't know, but that hurt my feelings.  And then, why would I even want to go? I thought he was going to be the father of my children. What part of me would want to go to a baby shower and watch him be happy with another woman and their baby? I don't know."

"No, I think you're so right," Jackie told me.  "Why would you go out of your way to go to something that is just going to hurt you in the long run?"

"Unless you can bring Harry," Donna giggled.

"Oh goodness, I don't even want to think about what would happen," I laughed.  "He likes to, I don't know, there was a guy at work who was being a little too forward with me and Harry would get all irritated and call him boss and I just could tell he was trying to intimidate the guy.  So, I think it would be the same thing if he saw Timothy."

"He's so hot," Debbie groaned.  "Can you record him getting off or something?"

"Debbie!"

It made my cheeks flush.  I knew that people made intimate movies all the time.  Donna had said she did it with Billy before, Jackie had said she did it once with David, and Debbie was always talking about it with her husband Jack as well.  It was crazy to think about, and I certainly had never thought to film myself doing anything intimate, but then I recalled something Harry said that started to make perfect sense.

"Oh no, he probably would say yes."

"What do you mean oh no?" Jackie laughed.  "More like oh yes!"

"No," I laughed.  "I just mean, one time he said he liked being watched.  I assumed that meant something dirty, but I didn't know what.  This makes perfect sense.  Oh goodness."

They were all giggling, telling me that I should try and find videos of him, but I told them that was incredibly wrong and it was going against his personal space.  After a while, I found myself listening to them chat, but my thoughts were still on the words that Harry had said.  If he liked being watched, I wondered how many times he had put a camera on display with his partners, or even just himself.  And yet, the thought of him recording something like him and Cherry together made me nervous, simply because if I was faced with the question, what would I say?

"Maggie?" Donna asked.

"Yeah?"

"Do you want another vodka cran?  The waiter is asking."

"Oh, sure!" I laughed, knowing it would help ease my nerves more.  "One more."

The waiter nodded, telling us that our food would be out shortly.  It was then that I started to tell them about how yesterday I had been in a terrible mood when I was left alone with my thoughts at work, especially because I had been thinking about Timothy and his wife.  They all tried to console me as I spoke, but I found myself assuring them it was fine, telling them that I had even been rude to Harry because I was so distraught.

"Not you being rude to the love of your life," Donna complained.

"Listen.  It got better.  He was really nice, and sweet, and told me he would have come over if he knew I was upset.  Actually, he said he had called me Sunday night just to check on me and I didn't answer but he said it made him sad that I hadn't answered."

"Stop," they complained.

"No, I'm serious, that's what he said.  And then he hates hugs but he let me hug him until I felt better.  He's so sweet.  Or, he can be, but when I joked about him having lunch with his friend, I called his friend my boyfriend, and he did not like that."

"What'd he do?" Debbie asked quickly.

"Please tell us something juicy," Donna quickly said.

"Yeah, we need to know everything," Jackie agreed.

The thought of them pressing for information was funny.  After all, I had already told them almost everything without being discreet, so it wasn't like I would stop doing that now.  However, I was a little nervous about discussing what had happened with them now.  Not necessarily being worried about talking about it with them, but simply because we were in a restaurant full of people.  Glancing around, I could tell my friends were on the edge of their seat while I scanned the area to make sure I could continue with my story.

"Well, he may have bent me over on my desk," I started to say, to which they all gasped.  "And then he maybe took his pocket knife out and traced it along my arm, my back, my thighs."

"What game are you playing, because this just isn't fair," Jackie complained.  "He sounds so hot.  A knife? He has to be so hot."

"He definitely can be," I laughed.  "Then he asked if I would rather lose something or let him tie me up while he worked."

"Maggie!"

Our food came over then, my cheeks flushed as the waiter looked at us and said it sounded like we were having a good time this evening.  The girls all agreed that we were, in fact, having a fantastic time.  It made our waiter laugh, the man quickly passing out our dishes.  Not much later, he was asking if we needed anything else.  And, once we assured him we were all set, he left.

"What did you choose?" Jackie asked.

"I told him he could take something because if he tied me up I knew I would get nothing done."

"Jesus, Mary, and Joseph," Debbie scoffed.  "Well, what did he take?"

It made me laugh that they were so interested in the story.  I knew if Harry saw me recounting the tale, he would either smirk at me, or tell me he didn't think I needed to share all of the details.  However, I found myself quickly explaining to them that I chose to have him take something from me.  It left them practically begging for details before I told them about him pushing my skirt up, then playing with the knife along my skin again before he cut my underwear off.

"Are you fucking kidding?" Donna asked, her eyes wide.  "I am literally so horny right now, Maggie."

"Donna," I whined.

"No, it's not just her," Debbie stated quickly.

I was embarrassed now, the thought of telling them this a little bit unnerving to me at this point.  However, I also knew that they were having a great time.   My cheeks were incredibly flushed as I filled them in on what happened after he took my underwear, the three of them nearly screaming when I told them about how the knife looked after he was done with it and me.  I could tell that they were all squirming, the thought of them going home to their husbands a little embarrassing to me, but I knew if Harry were to interact with them he wouldn't be uncomfortable.  At least, I assumed he wouldn't be.

"So, what happened after?"

"He kissed me in the hallway and told me to be good for the rest of the day," I told them.  "Which, I have to be honest, pissed me off.  How do you just do everything to work me up and then leave me like that?"

"Oh, honey," Donna laughed.  "He's probably so excited to play these kinds of games with you.  I know Billy sometimes will call me when he's at work on his break and say things to me so then I have to wait hours until he's home."

"Same thing with David," Jackie laughed.  "He even will send me pretty flowers with a card saying incredibly dirty things.  It makes me all bothered and then when he comes home it's go time."

"Jack also likes to leave little clues around in the bedroom for me," Debbie laughed.

Of course, I had known and seen into my friends' sex lives before.  It wasn't like this was the first time that they were telling me their deepest, darkest secrets.  However, knowing that their husbands did a lot to try and tease them made me feel maybe a little bit better about Harry being so teasing.  But, it was very clear to me that he was teasing far more than their husbands ever had.

"Well, anyway.  He keeps saying something about the weekend, so I have no idea what he plans to do, but I know, or I think, I'm supposed to go over tomorrow night."

"Oh God," Debbie grinned.  "This is so exciting! He's going to ruin you, I just know it."

"Stop," I laughed.  "He will not.  I've done a lot."

"Yeah, but maybe you'll give it up," Jackie stated, shrugging.

"Or maybe not," I told her.

"True, but we can tell you like Harry a whole lot more than Timothy already," Donna told me.  "I mean, you're blushing like crazy and so excited to talk about him."

"He's new.  Why wouldn't I be excited to talk about someone new?" I asked.

She shrugged.  "I don't know. I just think he could add more to your life than Timothy ever could, even if his dad was Bob Ross."

It made me laugh.  After all, that was one of Timothy's great traits.  His dad was a famous artist, and so we always got a lot of paintings for free.  However, it was maybe one of the only cool things about Timothy. I mean, other than that, I wasn't sure what I saw in him so much.  We continued to chat and eat for a while, and I really was glad that I was getting to spend time with my friends this evening.  Even if I had been a little embarrassed to chat about my personal life with Harry at first, I was more than excited to have actually talked about it with them now.