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“There’s nothing much to tell. We hung out a bit, had a lovely time, then I took an Uber home,” I lied my face off.
“Oh, please, Ems,” she sighed. “We had a lovely time,” she mimicked me, only adding an English accent that I didn’t have. “You’re not the queen of England and you didn’t go to that man’s house in the middle of the night for tea and crumpets, so cut the lovely bull crap out and give me the deets, girl.”
I cleared my throat, feeling something that I could only describe as giddy. It was weird, this feeling, but I wanted to tell her everything. How he’d been so sexy and kinda mean. But still sexy. And how I’d liked it. And how he’d made me come. So hard. So hard I couldn’t stop thinking about it.
I’d probably skip the snoring part, but I wanted to tell her the rest. I wanted to tell someone and poor Miranda, I guess she was it. She was my only friend, after all.
I cleared my throat awkwardly and swallowed as I closed the toilet seat and sat on it. “It was so good,” I breathed.
She squealed into the phone. “Oh, God, I bet it was. I could tell from looking at him that he was going to give it to you so, so good, girl. So where did he live? Did he have a bike? What was his name? What does he do for a living?”
I grinned despite myself. She wasn’t playing when she said she wanted all the deets, but I hardly had any. Which was probably good since he’d turned out to be such a butthole in the end. “He did have a bike. An old Harley that we rode. His house wasn’t too far from Bitty’s. Only a couple of blocks. And the rest, I have no clue.”
“What?” Miranda whispered loudly. “Y’all didn’t talk at all?”
“Nope,” I answered, leaving out the part at the end where he called me a banshee and a lunatic. We had talked a bit then, although it hadn’t been nice. I guess yelled was more the word than talk, but still, I didn’t know his name or what he did for a living. If he had kids or what his age was.
“Wow, you’re bad,” she breathed and then giggled, and I couldn’t help but join her.
She was right. I had been bad and it had felt good. Until the end when I’d panicked.
But it didn’t matter now. I was home. I’d done something out of my comfort zone and it had been pleasurable for the most part. More than pleasurable really.
I thought of the way he fucked me like he couldn’t get enough. How he couldn’t tear his eyes away from mine toward the end. How he’d made me forget myself for a bit.
Yeah, it had been a night I’d remember for a long while.
“Will you see him again?” she asked.
I shook my head, only feeling a little sad about that because the man could definitely fuck and I’d miss that. But I sure wouldn’t miss that smart-ass mouth of his. “No, we didn’t exchange information at all. Besides, it was just a bit of fun.”
She sighed dreamily into the phone. “I’m so glad you had a good time tonight, Ems. You deserved it.”
I was starting to believe that maybe she was right. I’d had fun and I did deserve it, but now I was back to real life. “Thanks, girl. I’ll call you later this week. Maybe you and Holden could come over for dinner.”
“Sounds good,” she said with a yawn before hanging up.
I climbed back into my bed, finally feeling tired, the adrenaline from the evening wearing off. I placed the phone on my bedside table, feeling thankful that Miranda had been worried enough to call and check on me. But also feeling grateful that I’d had someone to spill the beans to about tonight.
I’d never had that before, a girlfriend to confide to. It felt good.
I slipped beneath my clean sheets. My body felt used but in a delicious way and I ached in all the right places. I closed my eyes with a stupid smile on my face.
And my dreams weren’t filled with cologne commercials, Southern twangs, and motorcycle rides in the dark.
As I sped my Harley through the winding streets, the trees and grass flew by in a blur of greens and yellows that were in direct contrast to the hot weather we were having at the beginning of September in the South. On the ride over, I thought of the screaming banshee that was in my house a few nights ago. She was insane but sexy as hell. I had to give it to her, she sure knew how to ruin a good time. And for some reason, I still kind of wanted to see her again.
I parked at the side of the curb, took off my helmet, and set it down on the bike seat. I stepped up into the grass and walked about twenty feet when I saw her there waiting for me. Just like she always was. Every week.
I forced a smile and sat down in front of her, pulling two cans of Dr Pepper from the pockets of my leather jacket. I cracked them open and sat one down in front of her and took a long sip from the other.
I stared into her eyes. “So here we are again,” I said, setting my drink on the ground between us. “There’s not much going on with me. Same ole, same ole. I wish there were more to report, but sadly my life is indiscriminately boring.” I smiled at her. She beamed back at me.
“You like that word? Indiscriminately,” I said slowly, enunciating every syllable for her. “It’s one of the words from one of the word-a-day books that you got me for Christmas twelve years ago. Means in a random manner, unsystematically.” I finished parroting the definition out of the little book I’d read it off this morning.
She didn’t say anything at all, so I rambled on. “Remember when we took it with us on that camping trip to Cherokee and we stayed up all night trying to guess what all those crazy words meant?”
She just stared at me blankly.
