“That men ain’t shit and we can all do without them.”
We all laugh. I can’t say that all men are horrible, but I can agree that the men some of us were married to definitely fit that bill.
“I don’t know about that,” Meagan teases. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, my ex was horrible, but I don’t think I can give up on all men. They do have their uses.” She winks knowingly.
“Ugh,” Pam shakes her head. “Amir was a cheating ass dog, but damn, that man could fuck.”
Destiny lifts her glass in the air as if she’s giving an agreeing toast. “Before the accident, Jace and I fucked like rabbits. We couldn’t get enough of each other. That man’s dick was superb.”
“I don’t know,” Kyra says. “Rafe was just okay. But I don’t have much to compare it to.”
“You and Ella don’t count,” Meagan jokes. “Ya’ll both have only been with your exes.”
“Hey,” I say, speaking up even though she was right. “Andrew was good in bed.”
Jay rolls her eyes. “I refuse to believe that. Andrew strikes me as the type of guy who only does one position and never changes it up.”
I laugh so hard I snort. “No, seriously. He wasn’t that bad. Toward the end, sex had become predictable. But when we were younger, he was so attentive. Always wanting to know if I’denjoyed it. Back then he actually tried to give me an orgasm. After AJ, I barely ever got one.”
“Hold up.” Destiny leans forward, placing her glass on the coffee table. She then gives me her full attention. “What do you mean you barely ever got one? He wasn’t making you come every time?”
I shrug. “Well, no. I mean, most of the time there wasn’t much foreplay. He’d just come to bed, roll over and start feeling on me, and we would go from there. He attempted sometime, but he struggled so badly to find the right spot that I just ended up faking one so he wouldn’t feel bad.”
The girls looked around at each other before erupting in laughter.
“Jeez, El. Rafe wasn’t great, but he made sure I orgasmed.”
“Wait.” This time I sit up in my seat. “You guys are telling me you had orgasms every time you had sex?”
Meagan chuckles, leaning back in her seat. “My ex was a selfish motherfucker, but he ate pussy like his life depended on it. That man wouldn’t come off me until I was screaming the house down.”
I’m kind of at a loss. Andrew would go down on me, but usually it was only to get me ready for sex sometimes. He never went long enough for me to finish. Especially when we got older. I used to think it was something wrong with me. Like it was just hard for me to get off or something.
“I won’t say every time,” Pam says. “But nine times out of ten.”
“It was every time for me,” Destiny brags. “Jace didn’t play about my orgasms. That man made sure I came at least once before he did.”
I feel like these women have lived lives I’ve only read about. In books, the female characters have multiple orgasms, some from penetration alone. I always assumed it was just something madeup for the enjoyment of the reader. But now I’m thinking maybe I just got the short end of the stick.
“What about you, Jada?” I ask.
For some reason I feel as if Jada is the most adventurous here. She has that personality and aura, like she knows her stuff in a bedroom.
A slow grin spread across her face. “I get my orgasms first. A man can’t even stick his dick in me if he doesn’t make me come first.”
“Now that’s what I’m talking about,” Meagan lifts her hand, and she and Jada high fives.
The rest of the night goes smoothly. We eat, drink, and laugh until it’s time to head home. By the time the girls had left, I’d changed out of my date night outfit and was wearing my two-piece pajama short set. After cleaning up the last of the things left in the living room, I turn off the light to head to bed.
Just then, the doorbell rang. I assume it’s one of the girls coming back.
“Now, which one of you left something?” I ask swinging the door open. My words die down and my mouth goes dry when I spot the person leaning against the doorframe.
“Mitchell?” His name comes out breathy.
His gaze rakes over me slowly. Lord, I swear it’s like I haven’t seen this man in years. His dark, short-sleeved shirt fits snugly across his enormous chest. His dark-wash jeans sit low on his hips. He’s literally wearing nothing but jeans and a t-shirt, and it’s like he’s dressed in the best attire ever.
My heart pounds in my chest in anticipation of what he’s going to say. I wait with bated breath.
