“Got it.” Nina laughed as she typed with both thumbs on her phone. Each text pinged through onto Lisa’s phone. “What else?”
“He should cook, because it’s not my favorite thing to do.”
“What about being good at housework?”
“As long as he doesn’t expect me to do everything and he can pick up around the house without being told to.”
“Basically, not a slob. You don’t want to be someone’s stand-in mom.”
“Yeah, slobs can’t apply as my lover.”
She was definitely drunk if she was using the word lover.
As Lisa rested an elbow on the table, she rimmed the now-empty shot glass and then licked the flavor from her fingertip. Mmm, bitter lemon was delicious. She loved anything sour; it was her only weakness.
“Kissing!” she yelled, and two men across from where they were sitting looked their way. Lisa ignored the glances as she tapped her nails in front of Nina. “Write kissing, but only kissing. I want to climb onto his lap and just kiss his mouth without his nosy dick getting involved. I made a mouth appointment, not a dick appointment, thank you very much, sir.”
“How dare that dickhead stick its nose in?” chuckled Nina.
Mentioning dicks triggered a memory for Lisa, who groaned and covered her face. “He had such a nice one of those.”
“What?Who? The fling had a nice dick?”
“Mmm. The best one, and just the right length and width. I swear it would poke my kidneys when he got going.”
“Baaaabe. Shit,” hissed Nina with a big grin on her face, as if she were seeing Lisa in a whole new light.
“I know. Isn’t that awful? He spoiled me for all other dicks. He could make a woman come from across the room just by looking at her.”
“By woman, you mean you?”
Lisa sighed dreamily, remembering too many times. She really should banish him from her mind; it wasn’t healthy. “Yeah. Me.” and then didn’t stop thinking about him because she said, “We had this thing...”
“What thing? Don’t stop there.”
“In the bedroom.”
“Floggers, candle wax and butt plugs?”
“No, but that doesn’t sound bad,” Lisa half-chuckled. “We, erm... we discovered we both liked it when I was in charge in bed.”
“Holy shit, lady.” Exclaimed Nina, blinking. “If I had even a quarter lesbian in me, you would have just turned me on. The younger fling enjoyed being dominated? Be still, my kneecaps. I might have to try that on Tomb.”
“Do it. It’s so liberating, Nina. My orgasms were like walking on Mars when he’d do everything I said, waiting with his hungry eyes and sexy, pleading groans. And when I let him come, it was... it wasmagnificent.”
“Mars! I don’t even know what that means, but I still understand,” laughed her closest friend.
“Phone calls and texts.” Lisa suddenly said, snapping her fingers in Nina’s face. “Add that to my magic list. I like to be in contact. Not obsessively but checking in throughout the day to see what the other is up to is nice.”
“Keep going.”
So she did.
Onto the list went:
Dancing together in the first snowfall.
Cooking together. (mostly Lisa being the taste tester)
