Unblended Ch. 03

"That's it, I appreciate that you admit you're obsessed."

"I am."

My phone started buzzing furiously, and I answered it on speaker. "What do you want, I'm trying to have cuddles!"

"Send me your FundFriend info," Tessa said, "I've got something for you. And say hello, you're stupid hot to Tanya for me."

"Haaaay," Tanya said, "thank you! So are you!"

I forwarded my info to Tessa, and soon I had a payment request from her.

"Tess, I'm not charging you for watching us."

"I know you wouldn't, that's why I did."

My phone made a cha-ching noise, and I saw Tessa transfer $200 to me.

"WHAT?!"

"Yeah! $20 a head to get invited to the server and watch the stream! I'm taking 10% in the future, by the way, 25% if you want me to design the website."

I looked at Tanya, who seemed suitably impressed. "You get half, obviously."

"Thank you! I'll give you my deets later. I hope my mom doesn't find out I did this, she'll be furious."

"It's cool, I had everyone who signed up also sign an NDA until we get the business off the ground." Tessa mentioned.

"First, you're making a big assumption that I want to become a camboy." I protested.

"Which is true," Tessa countered.

"Which is absolutely true," Tanya added.

"Second, was my mama in the channel?"

"Maybe? I don't know, a few of them were email addresses your doctor asked me to invite."

That seemed a little sketchy, but I figured I'd hear about it sooner or later, and I'd certainly ask Trisha about it on Monday.

"Okay, we'll talk tomorrow, right now, I have someone I want to fall asleep with."

"Sure thing, have a good night, lovebirds!"

Tanya and I laughed before I shut off the lights and we snuggled under the covers. We didn't actually fall asleep right away, and ended up staying awake half the night talking and learning about each other. I think we were both surprised at how cool we were, and I was again kicking myself for being a dumb boy and not befriending Tanya when she was still a guy. We also discussed our personal relationship statuses, and she readily agreed to become a Queen if Tessa and Michi were interested. She also clarified that she had been Stacy's gay best friend back before everything, and while they were still best friends, their implied sexual relationship was limited to occasional blowjobs which Tanya refused to describe further for some mysterious reason.

As sleep started to drift over us, Tanya asked if I would sing to her. Departing from my usual milieu, I started quietly singing "Is There Anyone Home" by Gordon Lightfoot. It was one of those weird impulses, and it tapped into my recent (secret) obsession with 60s/70s folk-rock: Gordon Lightfoot, Harry Chapin, James Taylor, CSNY, Cat Stevens, and so forth. There was something in those smooth ballads and arching melodies that really struck a chord with me (no pun intended). Don't get me wrong, I'm a glam rocker through and through, and David Bowie will forever be my patronus, but man, I was struck to my core the first time I heard Guinevere by Crosby, Stills, and Nash.

Tanya snuggled into my chest as I sang, and I wrapped my arm around her. I closed my eyes and let the music flow out of me, sensing Tanya's heartbeat through my chest. I was a little surprised when she joined me on the second verse, her alto-range voice clear and sharp, even as quietly as we were singing. I teared up a little at how beautiful she sounded, and the dampness on my chest indicated she felt the same way. We kissed one last time before we fell asleep in each other's arms. I don't think I'd ever slept so well before that night.