Stay With Me

By Avery Adams

Sometimes I like to dress up like a girl and go out with my friend Julie on ladies night. It’s just a little flirting and a few free drinks in a bar. I’m not hurting anyone. Just having a bit of harmless fun. That is... until the night I run into Anthony DeJesus. Anthony is gorgeous, and sweet, and he pushes all the right buttons for me... but Anthony is straight so we can never be anything more than two ships passing in the night. On a whim after one too many Moscow Mules, I pull him into the ladies room. One sweet memory won’t hurt, right? Except... Anthony wants more... But can Anthony handle the truth or is he just one more strike-out in my search for love and acceptance?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Cindy Larie
• Release date: Feb 14, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005307943

Avery Adams

Avery Adams currently resides in the deep south and loves to go fishing, take road trips, and spend lots of time with family when not writing.

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Stay With Me

Avery Adams

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1

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My phone vibrates, dancing across the shiny oak top of my coffee table. Hmm… a text message this late in the day can only mean one person. My best friend, Julie. Not that I don’t have other friends. I do. I’ve simply trained them not to text or call after a certain time. I’ve tried with Julie, too. She just doesn’t listen. I can’t figure if she’s clueless, or just a rude ass— though I lean more toward the second one. She simply doesn’t care for rules. But that’s why we get along so well. I don’t either… well, unless they’re mine.

But, what if it’s not her?

Man, I hate that little voice in the back of my mind. What if, what if, what if. But seriously, what if it’s not her? What if it’s important? Sigh. I snatch up the phone and tap the screen. Then I laugh at myself because I was right. It’s her.

Wanna go to Rosie’s?

Rosie’s Place— or just Rosie’s to the regulars— is a popular bar two towns over. Upstairs, it’s a strip club, with a stage and stripper poles for the ladies to gyrate on. Not my thing at all. But downstairs it’s a regular bar, complete with a dart board, pool table, and a jukebox full of mostly classic country oldies mixed with a handful of more modern songs. Still not really my thing, but she likes it, so I usually end up giving in and going. Or I did until recently, anyway. The last time we went I almost got caught and outed by an old frenemy from high school and we agreed to stop going. I purse my lips. Maybe if I don’t respond she’ll get the message? I barely finish the thought and my phone’s vibrating in my grasp. Nope. I pop the p at the end inside my head and roll my eyes before tapping the screen again.

It’s ladies’ night. I can hear her voice singing the words in my ear as I read them on the screen. Sighing, I touch her photo, then call, and wait for her to answer.

I’m not a lady, I point out before she can say anything. And I thought we agreed to stop doing this.

I know you’re not a lady, her tone is soothing, like she’s trying to humor me. But you are intersex, so you kinda are, too.

This again? I take a deep breath and center myself. "As you already know, I identify as a gay guy, and I have a cock to prove my maleness. It may be a small cock, but it’s still a cock. Most cis men don’t want their women to have cocks."

She groans into the phone. OMG! How many times are you going to point that out? Yes, you have a cock, but here’s a newsflash— you don’t have to fuck them just because they fetch you a drink. We’re just going to flirt a little, enjoy a few drinks, a few dances, and then go home. No harm, no foul.

Oddly, her attitude makes me feel a little better— not enough to back down, though. I persist, "They might beg to differ. The whole reason men flock to ladies’ night is to find a lady to fuck."

She parries, "But no one says you have to fuck them."

Try telling them that. And yes, I’ve tried. They don’t take no well. I counter, Why can’t we just go to a gay bar? But I already know the answer before I ask.

The closest gay bar is in Shreveport, an hour away. (That’s not the real reason, though.)

So?

So that’s too far to drive. Plus, they don’t have ladies’ night with free drinks. (Neither of those is the real reason, either.)

Cheap much? Don’t try to play broke bitch with me. I know better.

Bite me. She laughs.

Don’t tempt me cuz I might. And I bring us back full circle. When are you going to answer the second part of what I said earlier?

What part?

Uh huh, but I refresh her memory. "We agreed to stop doing this."

Doing what?

"Hello? Ladies’ night?"

No, we didn’t.

Yes, we—

"Don’t you remember? You suggested it but I never agreed to it. Great, now she’s pouting. Jordaaaaan… come on! Don’t be like this. I feel safer when you come with me… plus, statistics prove there’s safety in numbers."

Not if one is a gay guy posing as a girl. Especially when he has enemies who’d love to bring him down.

Stop using that as an excuse!

The gay part or the enemies part?

All of it!

Why? It’s true. And it’s obvious she knows it, the way she gets so annoyed when I remind her.

You have breasts—

So do fat guys, girlfriend. I roll my eyes, Your argument doesn’t hold water.

But—

No buts. You have to stop dragging me to cis bars. I mean it. Either that or stop insisting I go as a girl just so we can both score free drinks.

But we have so much fun on ladies’ night!

Yeah, until we run into someone we know.

"Pssh. We won’t."

I choke, We almost did, last time. Jennie was there! She would have loved a chance to catch me and out me, if for no other reason than to watch me get my ass kicked.

"But she didn’t catch you."

Only because I saw her first and slipped outside to wait in the car!

Come on… she pleads, just once more? You don’t have to flirt with anyone. Her voice becomes cajoling, "And I heard from a reputable source Jennie’s working nights now, so she can’t be there. Please?"

Julie…

I told that cute bartender I’d see him tonight. She lowers her voice dramatically, "This might