Cool With Her (9 page)

“I hear ya. It’s the same with me. Kind of. You ever think she’d...I don’t know...relive some of those old adventures?”

“Not really. Not without me, anyway. I trust her more than I trust myself, you know?”

“You should. I’ve tried, believe me.”

“Go fuck yourself.” We went back into the living room where I worked on the fire a little. I knew the next question I wanted to ask, but it took a few swallows of beer before I could. “So did you want it to go further?”

“Amber seemed to.” He didn’t answer the question, and for a second, I didn’t think he would. He surprised me. “I don’t know. I think, maybe? Fucked up, huh?”

“So out there, when you asked me about Beth reliving past adventures, you were really wondering about Amber.”

“Yeah. And the craziest thing? I kind of don’t want to be part of it. It’d be, I don’t know, hotter if she just did it.”

“Without permission.”

“Yeah. I guess. Fuck, I don’t know.”

I glanced at my friend. He was sitting on the couch, staring into space. Thinking about what could have been? I wasn’t sure how to respond to this incarnation of Paul. I wasn’t sure that he was even expecting a response.

Amber and Beth returned with plates of microwaved leftovers and a couple bottles of wine. I followed Beth back to the kitchen to help her bus out the rest.

“This feels like a vacation,” Beth beamed, snatching a cube of cheese off the wooden platter I had.

I kissed her cheese tasting lips through that silly smile. “A fantasy vacation for Paul, apparently...stuck with his dream girl and all.”

“Paul likes me? I hadn’t noticed.” She batted her lashes. “How’re you doing, Jace? That doesn’t really make you upset, does it?”

“Nah. I think I’ve figured it out, mostly. Paul and I have been friends forever, and I love him to death, but he can be a really self-centered ass sometimes. Ever since we were in first grade, he’s been wanting my stuff—anything that I had and he didn’t, he wanted.”

“Oh, so I’m now
stuff
?”

I squeezed her ass, feeling the scant lines of a thong through the stretchy black material. “
My
stuff, specifically.”

“And you can think of no other reason why he’d want me.”

“I can think of plenty of reasons. But the Stuff Thing is probably the main one.”

Beth rolled her eyes with a smile. “You really know how to make a girl feel special.”

I kissed her forehead. “That’s why they call me a romantic.”

“Come on, Prince Charming
, let’s get back in there.”

****

Like last night, we ate dinner around the coffee table in front of the fireplace, its flames snapping in the background.

Casey joined us just as we started to settle. She’d changed into the pajamas that she’d brought—a comfortable pair of flannel pants, a tank top, and her grey hoodie. She still carried her phone in her hand, along with a secretive smile.

“Your boyfriend?” Paul asked.

“Yeah. He says hi. And he wishes he was here.” Again, that smile. “So we ready to get back to our questions? It’s just me and Paul left. Paul, I have the feeling that you’ve been dying to ask yours all day. Go for it.”

Paul grinned. “You know me so well, Case. Okay, friends and lovers, I want to know everyone’s craziest sexual experiences.”

Chapter 8:

Craziest Sexual Experiences

Craziest sexual experiences. Of course he wanted those. That was Paul, pretty generic as these games go. That wasn’t to say I was unhappy with the question. Between Casey’s surprisingly healthy sex life and everything that I was learning about my own wife, it could have possibly been the perfect question.

I glanced at Beth, wondering what tale she’d tell, and whether it would feature me or someone else. After last night, I was kind of hoping for the latter.

“I’ll go first,” I said, breaking the ice—although after all that was going on, coupled with the beer and wine, there was very little ice to break. “Amber’s already heard this one, I think, but you three haven’t.”

“Ooh...does it involve you two?” Beth asked, looking from the blonde to me. Honestly, did the woman get jealous at all?

“No, but it was in college. In our sophomore year.”

Amber’s face split into a smile as she figured it out.

“We’d already had our thing and, thankfully, were still friends. So Amber introduced me to this exchange student from England. God, I loved that accent...”

“And she was a redhead, too,” Amber pointed out.

“Yeah...”

I had this very vivid image of her in my mind: her soft, coppery ringlets falling around her round face—flushed from our latest bout of lovemaking. I remembered the way that hair covered her pale breasts like a figure from a Romantic era painting, and I remember how a strand of it had caught in her full, glossy lips.

Beth, who was sitting next to me, drove her elbow into my side—a friendly reminder that she was there and I had a story to tell.

“Sorry, erm...where was I?”

“Redhead. British. College?” Beth helped me out.

“Right. So a bunch of us decided to go out to Virginia Beach on a lark and do the bonfire thing. I think there was some drinking that preceded this decision. We carpooled: two cars and Amber’s boyfriend’s pickup. Long story short, there was more drinking, some weed, some skinny dipping if I recall...”

Amber nodded.

“And, as these things go, organization broke down.”

The drive from school to beach was longer than we’d thought, and being stupid kids, we hadn’t thought it all the way through. I had a great time, but not everyone did—namely, the designated drivers. When the drivers of the two cars announced that they were going home, four of us decided to stay—me and my latest girl, Amber and her boyfriend. It hadn’t really occurred to me that logistically, this wasn’t going to work out so well in our favor.

“When the four of us were finally ready to go home, we realized the mistake,” I continued. “So this British chick grabs the blankets we’d been sitting on, hopped into the bed of the pick-up, and patted the spot next to her. Amber and her boy-toy got in the cab, and off we went!”

“So far, I’m not getting the
craziest
part of the whole question.”

“It’s coming,” Amber answered for me.

“Yeah,” I grinned. “It was late. Maybe 1:30 in the morning, and the drive was going to be a long one. This girl and I had been flirting and playing with each other all night—not to mention that I’d skinny dipped with a bunch of sexy coeds. So I was horny, and I wasn’t alone.”

It hadn’t been my idea, and I remember being nervous when she’d whispered it to me, but I didn’t share that part of the tale with my friends. She’d put my mind at ease by shifting down under the blankets, fishing my cock out, and taking it into her mouth.

“Before I know what’s going on, we’re both naked in the bed of this pick-up, racing down the highway at seventy miles an hour and fucking each other silly.” I had to laugh at the surprised look on Beth’s face.

“Wow. Did you know?” she asked Amber.

“Only later, although I think I said something about the truck’s suspension needing to be checked?”

We all laughed.

“Anyone want to hit the beach now?” Paul added.

Beth answered. “While I don’t mind a bikini in this weather, a hot tub is a requirement.”

Casey and Amber began to clear the dishes and refill our drinks.

“That’s some story,” Paul said.

“It was definitely fun.”

“Puts a whole new meaning to a quickie,” he said.

“Oh, there was nothing quick about it.”

Beth snuggled up to me. “Can our next car be a pick-up?”

“Wouldn’t you rather Paul get the pick-up?” I asked.

Beth looked across at our friend. “Paul, you want to pick me up?”

“You know it.” His grin was less predatory than it had been last night.

“I’m going to change into my pajamas, if that’s cool,” I said. “Casey’s got me jealous.”

Beth rose with me. “Isn’t Casey supposed to be getting
me
jealous?”

I held my response until we were alone upstairs. I closed the door and turned to my wife. “You’re not actually jealous of Casey, are you?”

“Do I get jealous?” She pulled her shirt off, quickly distracting me with her bra-encased tits.

“I didn’t think so. Do you?”

The bra went next, but she coyly turned her back to me, hiding her charms. “Should I be? You’re not about to confess that you and Casey have—”

“No! She’s like my sister.” I’d been saying that long enough that I almost believed it.

Beth wasn’t so easily fooled.

“I didn’t know you lusted after your sisters. Naughty boy.”

Down went her pants, leaving her in nothing but that thong I’d felt earlier.

“That’s too bad. I bet she’s fun.” The smile she tossed my direction over her shoulder was priceless. “Too bad about her boyfriend, too. It’s been years since I’ve been with another woman.”

I walked up behind Beth, wrapping my arms around her nearly naked body. She was on fire. “Is that something you think about a lot? Other women?”

“I thought we covered this last night.”

I pressed. “But you do. It makes you wet, doesn’t it?” I slipped my hand into her panties. She was practically dripping.

“Ah, Jace…” Beth stiffened as I ran my middle finger along her slit. I could have fucked her right then and there, she was so wet.

“Tell me. Do you ever think about other women when you play with yourself?”

She groaned, driving her butt into my hard-on. “Think I pretty much admitted that down there, didn’t I?”

“So you and Casey?” I added a second finger to her cunt.

She peeled the thong down her thighs, freeing my hand to work. “Tell me you haven’t, and so will I.”

“You little nympho.”

“Ha…
oh.
” Her laugh broke into a moan. I played my thumb across her clit. She shuddered. “What can I say? I’m a sucker for dark hair and light eyes.”

“And big tits?”

Beth leaned her head onto my shoulder. “I think that’s more of a guy thing, but sure, I noticed those, too.”

“And
Amber
? Your best friend?”

“From the second I saw her. Casey’s right, she’s one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever met. I mean, you
know
. You’ve fucked her.”

She wiggled out of my arms and went for her dresser. I expected her to pull out her standard issue pajamas—comfortable and practical—and while she did grab those, she also slid into a pink satin thong that I associated more with date night than comfort.

“What?” she asked when she saw me looking.

“Never seen you wear a thong to bed. At least not when you weren’t looking for sex.”

She yanked out her pink-and-white striped pajama bottoms—synonymous with Victoria’s Secret—and looked at me over her bare shoulder. “So maybe I’m looking for sex.”

She pulled out her matching bra—pink satin edged in white lace filigree—then went for the button-up top. She turned with it still open. “Honey, if you’re even a little bit hesitant about...the whole fantasy thing, then it’s off, okay?”

I glanced into her open shirt, loving the way that bra presented her cute breasts. I wouldn’t be the only one admiring that view. The realization sank in with equal parts terror and excitement.

Beth read me again. “Let’s come up with a code word. If either of us gets uncomfortable with anything, say...”

“
Marzipan
.”

Beth laughed. “How about something less weird, although I appreciate the creativity. How about
apples and oranges
?”

“Boring.”

She touched my face, a faux frown on hers. “Really? You think I’m boring?”

“Good point.”

Kissing me, she buttoned up her shirt and patted my chest. “See you down there.
Apples and oranges
. Remember it.”

“I will, but I don’t think I’ll need it.”

If Beth heard my lack of total confidence, she didn’t indicate it beyond a quick look. And then she was gone.

Alone, getting dressed in my flannel pants and faded t-shirt, I said aloud, “Apples and oranges, what the hell am I doing?”

Chapter 9:

Casey’s Fantasy

I spent the longest time up there in our room, alone. Or it felt like long, anyway. Truth was, I
was
hesitant about the fantasy fulfillment thing—at least a little. I loved the idea of Beth’s wild past, and at least a part of me was into the idea of bringing that past into the present.

I wasn’t like Paul. I didn’t want her fucking around without me knowing about it. For Paul, there was a sense of masochism to his fantasy—he wanted to be wronged. For me, I liked that other people thought Beth was hot—and I loved discovering her crazier side.

Yet the thought of that had my stomach churning. So maybe I was more like Paul than I thought.

When I finally emerged from the bedroom, I wasn’t any more clear on what I wanted to happen, but at least I had a code word in my back pocket and a newfound sense of sexual adventure.

Amber and Paul had also changed into their pajamas, although since they hadn’t come prepared to spend the night at all, Paul’s sleepwear consisted of an old pair of my pants that didn’t quite cover his ankles and his t-shirt from yesterday.

Amber fared better, being the same size as my wife—although Amber would have looked good in a floor-length night gown. She’d put on one of Beth’s sleep shirts, coupling them with a pair of my wife’s gray knit knee-high socks. Up until that moment, I’d never considered them sexy. On the blonde’s legs, everything changed.

“Okay, so who’s next?” Paul asked. “Tell me your craziest sexual experience.”

Beth and Casey left a spot on the sectional and I happily took my position between the two pretty brunettes. When I was comfortably seated, Beth leaned across me and said to Casey, “Jason would like to hear about your threesome.”

“Thanks a lot,” I said to my wife as Casey grinned at me.

Beth patted my knee. “No problem, dear.”

Casey scooted into the corner of the couch, turning to regard me without being super close. “Well, you’re in luck, Jace, because even considering what went down in Vegas, that threesome was probably the craziest thing I’ve ever done.”