Aaron was a “one and done” kind of guy. He never bothers to see if I could go for more. If he only knew that with Kevin, it wasn’t unusual for me to have three orgasms a night. I started getting wet remembering the time Kevin and I were in Key West on Spring Break. In one afternoon alone, I had over a dozen glorious orgasms.
TYRONE: Julia, I bet I could make you have orgasm after orgasm after orgasm.
JULIA: Mmm . . . yes, please. You really think so?
TYRONE: I have no doubts.
JULIA: Wow, that sounds incredible, and by the way, I love a lot of foreplay.
TYRONE: Sweet cheeks, don’t worry. I will kiss and touch and explore every inch of your body.
JULIA: That sounds heavenly. I need someone who takes the time to explore.
TYRONE: I’d do anything to spend a night with you, Julia. I have never been so intrigued by a woman.
JULIA: Me too, Ty. Why do you think that is?
TYRONE: I don't know. You seem to have the perfect combination of beautiful body and mind. I don’t think I’ve ever met my match . . . until now, that is.
JULIA: I have never met mine either. I seriously think I’m an addict.
TYRONE: I can tell from your personality. I am completely caught up in it. That and your love of sex and how stunning you are. God, I’d make love to you all night long.
JULIA: We’d have to do it all night. I’m insatiable.
TYRONE: Darling, you’ll have enough with me. After you’ve felt the earth move five times, you’ll be begging me for a break. I want you so badly.
JULIA: It’s been so long since anyone’s lusted for me; I miss it.
TYRONE: Let me show you how much lust I have for you.
TYRONE: You are all I’ve thought about since we started chatting. I can’t get you out of my mind.
JULIA: I've been thinking about you a lot too, but I am scared.
TYRONE: Don't be scared.
JULIA: I can't even believe I am chatting like this with you. This is insane.
TYRONE: The only thing that’s insane is how amazing you’re going to feel when I get my hands on you and bang you senseless.
JULIA: Mmm… God, I want to.
TYRONE: Julia, I want to make love to you again and again, sometimes slow and sweet, sometimes fast and furious, but always explosive.
JULIA: I love how descriptive you are, so detailed.
TYRONE: You should feel how detailed I can be. My tongue will dance on your clit until you’re singing.
JULIA: Ohhh . . . I love to sing.
TYRONE: And I would love to hear that. Meet me next Friday, Julia.
JULIA: Ty, I’m worried. How do we make sure we avoid emotions?
TYRONE: Who said anything about avoiding emotions? It’s reasonable that we would develop feelings for each other.
JULIA: And then what?
TYRONE: I don’t know, we just enjoy each other. Life is too short. Sometimes you just have to say “fuck it.”
JULIA: Say “fuck it” or “fuck me”? LOL.
TYRONE: Both, Julia. You’ll be saying “eff me, Ty” all night long. You won’t want to stop.
JULIA: That could be dangerous for you, you know. You might become addicted to me.
TYRONE: I can totally see that. I am so drawn to you, but isn’t that what makes the idea of this so magical? To crave someone so much, you want it more than anything.
JULIA: Yeah, I guess it does. Listen, I better run.
TYRONE: Ok, sexy. Dream about me and all the magic I’m going to bring to your life.
JULIA: I definitely will. Good night, gorgeous.
I reread what he wrote about craving someone so much that you want it more than anything. Wow. It hurt my heart to think that kind of passion exists in the world, but I wasn’t lucky enough to have it.
Being desired like that. Shit, I wanted it so badly. Would I be willing to risk everything to get it?
MARIA
Enrique and I chatted or texted daily, but I missed his touch. I had to see him. We’d agreed we would meet at his hotel on Friday night, and I was so excited I was bursting.
ENRIQUE: Hey, baby doll.
MARIA: Hey, sexy. How are you?
ENRIQUE: Counting down the hours until I can see you.
MARIA: Me too, I can’t concentrate at work.
ENRIQUE: Are we still meeting tonight at 7?
MARIA: That’s perfect. It’ll give me a chance to go home and change first.
ENRIQUE: Please don’t. I love you just the way you are.
MARIA: LOL, I am sure you’d prefer me in something other than my stuffy suit.
ENRIQUE: You are correct. Hot dress or nothing at all would be my first choice.
MARIA: Gotta run, finishing up some stuff. I’ll text you if I’m running late, otherwise see you at 7.
Even though Zack was away, I had to be more prepared this time in case he tried to reach me tonight. I sent him an email.
Hey, Zack. I’m going out tonight with a friend from work. If you need to reach me, please text or call my cell. We’ll be at a loud restaurant and then a movie, so if I don’t hear you, let me know a good time to call you back. Have a great flight, Maria.
He responded within a few minutes.
Maria, no problem. I’ll be landing late, so if you don’t hear from me, I’m probably just out with a friend for drinks. I’ll call you in the morning.
The last few hours of the workday felt like an eternity. Finally, five o’clock rolled around and I could leave. I hadn’t gotten much done that day; all I could think about was the feel of Enrique’s skin against mine. I stumbled out of my office in a daze. On the way to the hotel, all I could think about was his lips on mine, his hands caressing my thighs. I decided not to go home to change. Soon enough I’d be in nothing at all.
The rush hour traffic was torture. By the time I got to the hotel, my panties were soaked with anticipation. I needed to calm down a bit, so I went to the bar and ordered a glass of wine. I forced myself to sit, take a deep breath, and allow my pulse to slow. I was acting like a high school girl, and that just wouldn’t do. Finally, at just two minutes to seven, I finished my wine and headed for the elevator and to Enrique’s arms.
I knocked on his door, and he opened it immediately. His dress shirt fit like a glove. I smiled, thinking about ripping it off him.
“Hey, gorgeous. Right on time.”
“Well, actually, I got here fifteen minutes ago and had a glass of wine at the bar.”
He closed the door behind me and pulled me in. God, he was hot! I kissed him tenderly.
He pulled me in tight and pressed his soft lips against mine. “I’m glad you’re here. I’ve missed you. You are so beautiful, Maria.” He said my name slowly and ran his fingers along my jaw line as he stared into my eyes.
“Thank you, baby. I missed you too.”
“I have a surprise for you. Close your eyes,” he instructed gently.
“Mmm, you know I love surprises.”
“Here, hold on to my arm and keep your eyes closed.” He walked me over to the bedroom. “Okay, open your eyes now.” Dozens of red rose petals decorated the bed. On the night stand was a bottle of white wine chilling on ice and a bowl of juicy strawberries and whipped cream, and I heard love songs softly playing in the background.
“You did all of this… for me?” I was choking on my words.
“Of course, mi amor. For you . . . the world.”
My eyes filled with tears.
Enrique turned to me and wiped a tear from my cheek. “Amor, why are you crying? Did I do something to upset you?”
“No, of course not. It’s just I’ve been married for ten years, and Zack has never done anything remotely like this for me. I am just so overwhelmed.”
He took my hands in his. “Well, guess what? I’ve never done this for Claire, either. You do something to me, Maria. You make me want to spoil you, to show you all the love and respect you deserve. I love you, Maria. I hope that doesn’t make y
ou want to run away, but I can’t hold it in anymore.” His eyes were pleading with mine for a response.
I knew I still loved Enrique too. All that high school lust and love came flooding back into my heart the instant I laid eyes on him. No time had passed with us at all. It was as if time had stood still. All those years of being apart didn’t equate into how I felt when we were together.
“You are amazing. I love you too, Enrique. I don’t deserve this royal treatment, but I’m going to pretend I do.”
We both laughed and he poured two glasses of wine. “To a fabulous night. Salud.”
We drank our wine, ate our strawberries, and made love on and off for hours. This was the kind of life I thought I would have with Zack, full of passion and love and time together.
My feelings were at war with my thoughts. Did I really still love Enrique, or was this my way of escaping my reality that I was bored with? Could two people really fall back in love after so many years? My mind went back and forth until it really hit me, and hit me hard.
Not seventy miles or marriage or two kids could change how I felt about Enrique Martinez. Denial is strong, but honesty is stronger. And tonight between Enrique’s touch, the wine, and me, there was only the truth.
GABBY
Flashback: Ten years old
Uncle Gene licked his lips. “We are going to have the most amazing time, sweetie. Take out the doctor stuff now.” His tone had changed somehow; it seemed less gentle, but I was looking forward to playing with him.
I brought over the kit and handed it to him.
“Now, let’s see.” He sat me on the couch. “Lie down here, Gabby. We’ll pretend it’s the table in the doctor’s office.” I lay down like I was told. “Okay, little girl. Tell me, why are you here today? What hurts?”
I giggled. “Um, well my tummy and my throat hurt and I’ve been coughing.”
He took out the stethoscope and placed it on my heart on the outside of my dress. “Hmm, that’s weird. I can’t hear anything. You’re going to have to take off your dress.” He gave me his hand so I could stand up. Then he turned me around and unbuttoned my dress and gingerly pulled it over my head. His hands felt warm and strong on my body.
I started shaking a little. I’m not sure if it was the cold or because I felt a little scared.
“You’re shivering. You cold, sweetie?”
I nodded yes.
“Here, take my sweater.” He pulled it off and handed it to me. “Okay, where were we, miss? Ah, I remember. Checking to see if your heart is beating.” He placed the stethoscope under the sweater, on my heart again. This time his hands roamed across my chest. “Mmm, you feel warm under there. Good news: your heart is beating.”
I giggled. “You’re so silly, Uncle Gene. Of course it is.”
He chuckled. “Let’s check the rest of you out.” His big warm hands moved up and down my body, slowly and gently. “Your arms look good, your belly button is still there, your feet are stinky, but they look okay.”
His hand came up my legs slower this time, pausing on my inner thighs, the palm of his hand resting on my panties. He started to move his hand around in small circles. “Does this feel all right, miss?”
I nodded. He felt gentle and warm and I liked it. His fingers slowly crept upward and started to make small circles on the outside of my panties.
He started breathing heavily. “This is a very special massage that doctors sometimes have to do when their patients aren’t feeling well. Doesn’t that feel nice, sweetie?”
It did feel nice. I felt relaxed, almost in a trance.
“You like it when I make you feel good, honey?”
“Uh huh,” I mumbled.
“I’m so glad. You are so beautiful, Gabby, such a good girl. You deserve to feel good.”
I opened my eyes and his pants were off. “Why are your pants off?” I asked, surprised.
“I was so cold, sweetie, but I know a special way you can warm me up, okay?”
He pulled me to the edge of the couch and pushed my knees apart. “Close your eyes now. The doctor needs you to close your eyes so he can really examine you good. You have to keep them closed, okay? You have to promise me or else you’ll get really sick.”
I did as he said and closed my eyes. Then I felt what I thought was a hard stick on top of my panties. He moved the stick back and forth, back and forth.
“Mmm . . . doesn’t that feel nice, Gabby? Keep your eyes closed so I can make you feel all better.”
He continued to move the stick on top of my panties, first back and forth, then in circles. Then he slid my panties to the side, and the stick lay right on top of my privates.
“That is perfect, darling. Don’t move.” The stick felt harder on my privates. It was hard but not rough, and he slid it up and down, up and down on the outside of my girl parts.
“Now, Gabby, remember: I am a doctor here, so I can touch you everywhere. I am going to pull off your panties so I can make sure everything looks good.” He pulled them down my legs and off my little feet.
I heard him moan and wasn’t sure what hurt, but I was too afraid to look. His fingers softly started the circles again, but this time they moved lower and lower.
“Gabby, you are so beautiful.” His words made me trust him, made me believe that whatever he was doing was okay. We were just playing doctor, right?
Then he climbed on top of me and started rubbing himself up and down on my privates.
“You are such a good girl, Gabby. Keep your eyes closed, sweetie. Isn’t this fun?”
I squeezed my eyes shut. I was scared; I knew something wasn’t totally right about what was happening. But Uncle Gene told me I was a good girl, and my mom just recently told me I had to listen whenever a grownup told me what to do.
His rubbing got faster and a little harder, and he was making these odd whimpering noises. “Gabby, you are such a good little girl.” He rubbed faster and faster until I heard him grunt and I felt something slimy all over me.
“Oh, Gabby, you did such a good job. You are the best patient ever. Stay right there. Keep your eyes closed,” he demanded, but his voice was playful.
I did as he said. A minute later he came back with some tissues and wiped the gunk off of me. He slid my panties on me and told me I could sit up and open my eyes.
I sat up and saw he had his clothes back on. He was holding up my dress. “Here, sweetie. Let’s put this back on you.” He slid it over my head and buttoned me up. “Now, Gabby, did you have fun?”
I nodded yes. I felt strange and a little frightened, but I had a lot of fun playing doctor with Uncle Gene.
“Now, you have to promise me not to tell anyone about our game. It’s our little secret.” He took his index finger and crossed it on his heart. “Promise me, Gabby.” He raised his eyebrows waiting for my response.
“I promise.” And I crossed my heart too.
LIZ
Since Maria had begun her affair with Enrique, she and I were spending far less time texting, talking, or chatting on Facebook. I knew she was busy with work, kids, and her paramour, so I tried not to hassle her, even though I missed her.
We finally found some time to catch up, and after our chat I sat at my computer wondering how her relationship with Enrique would play out. She was so happy with him, but it was complicated because of their kids. It didn’t sound like either one of them was willing to leave their marriages. I knew Maria was very unhappy, and from what she told me, the same was true for Enrique.
It was so odd, all these people walking around with smiles on their faces when the truth was that they were miserable. I felt like I was in a theater watching a steamy movie where I knew all the actors. I was dying to see how their stories ended, not realizing how my own was starting to unfold.
I was trying hard to avoid chatting with Nick again. I would leave Facebook on throughout the day while I was working, and sometimes I’d see his little avatar photo there. When that happened, I’d go offline so I wouldn’t be
tempted. One night while Braden was away and the kids were asleep, I was logged in, and when I came back from getting a cup of tea, there was a chat message from him.
NICK: Hey, Liz. How are you? I would love to catch up some more. Is now good?
I took a deep breath. I thought about ignoring him or saying I was busy, but there was no sense prolonging the inevitable, so I figured I’d just get it over with.
LIZ: Hey, Nick. I’m great, you?
NICK: Good, good. Busy, but can’t complain. Tell me more about yourself.
LIZ: Well, like I said I have three kids. My oldest, Don, is 12 years old; Isabella is 10. And Alexa, our“surprise” baby, is 2. I work at Esteban Advertising as a copy editor, and my hobbies are working out, photography, and Facebook.
NICK: Wow, you’re busy! But you sound happy.
LIZ: True on both counts! Tell me more about your life, work, wife, etc.
NICK: Well, I have my own company. I have to travel some, but I love visiting different cities and love my job.
LIZ: How did you meet Nicole?
NICK: We met in grad school. She is really cool. Actually, some stuff about her really reminds me of you.
LIZ: Oh? Like what?
NICK: She is sweet and fun and has nice jugs like you. LOL.
LIZ: Funny, I don’t remember you particularly liking my jugs.
NICK: Are you serious? I love breasts and I loved yours.
LIZ: Blushing over here.
NICK: Sorry! I’m an ass. I feel so comfortable chatting with you I forgot to put in some filters.
LIZ: It’s cool, glad you enjoyed them, LOL.
NICK: Do you remember the first time we kissed?
LIZ: Of course.
NICK: I still get butterflies whenever I think of it. I had thought about what your lips would feel like for weeks before that day. They were so full and luscious, so pouty. What do you remember exactly?
LIZ: I remember having butterflies too. We were dancing in the basement of your fraternity, and I couldn’t stop staring into your gorgeous blue eyes. When you finally leaned in to kiss me, I thought my knees were going to give out.
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