Ryan: Woman, you’re killing me. Do you really want me to spring a boner when other women are near?
Lisa: Good point.
Ryan: You are so fucking beautiful. And all mine.
Leaving the texting there before she went deep and sent other filthy things.
Lisa’s inhibitions were definitely lowered by alcohol because never in a month of Fridays would she have ever sent a risky message, and never in public. Maybe within the confines of her own home, if she were held at gunpoint and her life depended on it.
But being with Ryan, she felt so sexually liberated, and knew he would never judge her for what she fantasized about.
“As a female gathering,” Lisa started, slipping her phone back into her purse, “where do we stand on talking about sex?”
The table erupted into chuckling girls.
It was Casey who said, “Well, before you got here, we were talking about pregnancy hemorrhoids. So, nothing is off the table as a topic.”
Lisa blinked. “Is that a real thing?” Thank the holy sheep that she never wanted to experience pregnancy.
Nina nudged her with a shoulder, “Did you have some sex talk to put on the table?”
All eyes turned to Lisa, and she felt squirmy.
“Nooo. I was just curious about the conversation status: was it a free-for-all or a more modest get-together? Book club or crocheting type of thing.”
“We talk about everything,” Kelly said. “For instance, I can no longer look Tomb in the eye after Nina shared about their hot tub shenanigans at the lodge.”
Nina dreamily sighed. “Make Splice take you to the club-owned lodge one day soon; you’ll have a blast.”
“Do I really want to have sex where you and Tomb have had sex?”
“Avoid doing anything at the clubhouse then,” grinned Casey. “Everyone gets to hear about it. In our early days, Denver and I went wild in that place.”
“Same,” Kelly replied.
“Axel and I still do.” A nonchalant Scarlett said. Being the youngest old lady, Lisa would have assumed Scarlett would be the more reserved one, but she was always so unfiltered in what she said. She found the girl so refreshing to be around.
“I think we know more about Casey and Denver’s sexcapades than we volunteered to know,” piped in Scarlett, a cheeky grin on her face as she lifted a lemonade to her lips.
“Can you blame me? My man is stacked.”
“Lisa, if you ever have time to see Denver working out with his skipping ropes, make sure you’re sitting down.” Joelle fanned her face, and Casey laughed.
“Oh, God, yes. Don’t tell Bash I saw Denver that time when I was over at your house; he’ll hit the roof, but our Casey isveryblessed.”
Lisa went along with the chuckling, but she wasn’t sure she wanted to perv on any man that wasn’t Ryan. In her opinion, he had the best physique.
Then Nina said, “Our cougar has a younger buck; she doesn’t want to look at any other body other than Splice’s.”
“Finally, we’ve waited enough; it’s been more than an hour!” huffed Kelly. “Nina said we couldn’t bombard you with questions, but spill.”
“Yes, spill, I need to go soon,” Scarlett nodded.
Lisa blinked, looking at all the faces. “Spill... what?”
“You brought up sex, so now, tell us all about you and Splice. We only know his sexcapades second-hand from the sweet bottom bitches who’ve slept with him.”
“Wait.” Scarlett looked concerned. “Lisa might not know who Splice has slept with.”
