One Twisted Valentine

by T. Lee Alexis

  “Yes!”

  Eva could see Lane’s face and knew trying to deflect was hopeless.

  “Well,” she said. “There was this guy at the restaurant, Jeremy. He’s that really cut 26-year old.”

  Jeremy’s image immediately rose in Lane’s mind. He was strong without being obnoxious about it, with real muscles and the kind of dirty blonde hair that looks messed up and kept at the same time. He was cute and handsome and nice all at once.

  At Eva’s mention of Jeremy, an image of her friend mounting his cut younger body and riding him hard gave Lane a pang of jealousy. Not because he had satisfied Eva, but because he had not satisfied her.

  “Oh my god, you fucked Jeremy?!”

  “No, no, no. Nothing that exciting. Yet.” Eva and Lane exploded in laughs. “No, I was really pissed at Peter. One night I threw myself at him and he totally blew me off. I said fuck this and went home, got my magic wand and said ‘I’m not going to think about Peter and I’m going to fuck myself like I need it.’ So there I am in our room, getting really turned on, thinking of Jeremy giving it to me on the pool table after hours in the Lancaster. So I’m imagining him there and then as I’m about to come, I see Rene, that waitress we used to have. And thinking about Jeremy on me with Rene watching was… Jesus.”

  Eva smiled and made a pantomime of fanning herself.

  “So Peter came home and wanted some and was acting like I’d throw myself at him because he deigned to ask. I was so fucking pissed and he was so fucking cocky that I said the job was already done and I told him what I was thinking about when I did it.”

  Lane’s eyes lit up and let out another peal of laughter.

  “You did not,” she said.

  “I swear to God,” Eva said. “I was proud of that one. Anyway, instead of turning into this horrible fight, it kind of snapped Peter’s head around and Lane, Christ, he and I went at it harder than we did on our honeymoon. Part of him thought he was putting me in my place or marking his territory or whatever, but wow. And afterwards we talked. We looked at where we had gotten ourselves, what we wanted, and thought this… option… might be a fun to explore.”

  “So, are you guys like swingers now?” Lane asked.

  “Oh, no. Well, I guess I can’t act too shocked.” Eva paused, trying to fit into words what she could not even wrap her head and heart around. “It’s not like we’re out to fuck anything and everything. We’re just looking for interesting things to explore together. It’s weird, but since we know we’re always going to go home together, it kind of gives us this opportunity to explore things in a way you never feel safe doing when you’re single. At least for me.”

  “Like what?”

  “Well…” Eva said, blushing.

  “Good God Eva. What did you do?” Lane couldn’t keep the smile off her face. “I don’t ever think I’ve seen you blush.”

  “The Saturday before last we had a threesome at the James Hotel,” Eva said, looking down at the table, then up to Lane for her reaction.

  Eyes the size of quarters, Lane mouthed without sound, “Holy fucking shit.”

  “I know, I know,” Eva’s tone was embarrassed, but she could not hide her satisfaction.

  Lane lowered her face and her voice. “Was it you and two guys? I mean Peter and some…”

  “No. It was me and Peter and this, well, this really sweet, hot woman,” Eva said.

  “Oh. Well hot damn,” Lane said. They burst out again, laughing like friends at slumber party.

  “I know that may not be your thing, but we hit the fucking lottery with her. If it’s something that interests you at all and you have even half the chance I’m telling you, go for it.”

  “Well, like any self respecting ethical slut,” Lane shared in a whisper, “I have to say the idea of having two men work me over at the same time tops my list.”

  Under the table, Lane closed her thighs to counter the tension rising between her legs. For a moment, the idea of a man inside her, moving with strength and hard thrusts, leaning over her to suck her nipple into his mouth while another man kneaded her other breast and pulled her lip into his mouth obscured anything Eva was saying.

  Coming back to reality, Lane sighed. “Of course, I need at least one man first.”

  “Oh, come on, I’m sure there’s someone out there,” Eva said. The effect of Eva’s words hit Lane as a surprise. A jolt of hope quivered through her. If her best friend could discover new horizons with her husband after all these years, Lane should be able to land one man.

  “Are there any guys checking you out lately?” Eva asked.

  “Well, yeah.” Lane said. As down as she was about her current state, she had to admit a few glances came her way. The thought of Kyle, ‘the hot intern,’ sprouted in her thoughts and Lane couldn’t hold in a shocked laugh.

  “What?” Eva asked.

  “Nothing, I just had a flash of fucking Kyle.”

  “Who’s Kyle?”

  “An intern at the office. He’s got one of those forgot-to-shave looks that I’m sure he cultivates but it’s fucking hot on him.”

  Eva put her tea down so hard it gave a sharp knock on the tabletop.

  “Oh my god you should! How old is he?”

  “Twenty-three.”

  “That’s PERFECT!”

  “WHAT? Are you high?”

  “No, no, no.” Eva said, taking to her task. “Listen, he’s the PERFECT choice. You don’t want to get in some relationship after this year. You’re not looking for anything permanent right now. You just need a fuck buddy. His whole generation is into fuck buddies and all that. I’m sure he would love to nail the hot managing accountant down the hall. You would make him feel like such a stud. And I know you. I’m sure you could have him wrapped around your finger. I’m serious, you should go for it.”

  “You want me to pull a Bill Clinton?” Lane asked. “Really?”

  “Yes really, and hell yeah. I want you to fuck Kyle Lewinski,” Eva said.

  “His last name is Berman,” Lane said.

  “Whatever!” Eva was on a roll. “Listen, sometimes the hottest fantasies are the ordinary ones right in front of you. Men have been bedding interns for decades. It’s time we did some of it.”

  Some of the juice left Eva’s argument and Lane could see a serious air settle on Eva.

  “I know you’ve had it tough,” Eva said. “But it’s time you start thinking of the silver linings of your divorce. It’s a chance to do all those things you always wanted to but couldn’t the first time around, because of Charles, or inexperience, or lack of money or juggling college. Now you’ve worked so hard to get a great job, you live in a great city and there’s a guy ready for some fun right now.

  “Lane, I’ll tell you, when I think about all the time that passed while my resentments built up and Peter and I fought, it breaks my heart,” Eva said. “I can see now what I wanted was always right there in front of me but I couldn’t see it. What I wanted wasn’t something people talk about at the church social or in a book club, so I chose to restrain myself. I pushed down what I wanted. And for what? It was for nothing. The only change I needed was to make a different choice.”

  An expression of contentment eased Eva’s features. “Ever since I made the choice to just shrug off everything and reach for what I wanted it’s never been better. After college I accumulated all these little fears, all these doubts, all these tiny compromises… They added up to almost strangle me. I know I sound all self-helpy here. What I’m saying is getting yourself to the place you want to be is a lot easier than you might think. I was afraid for years to even contemplate acting on what I wanted. I always thought I’d have to untangle everything inside of me to get to a place where I was OK. The truth is, I put my mind to just dropping all those stupid reasons for not doing what I wanted. Now I’m OK wanting what I want, accepting I’m different. I was wasting myself trying to be a keeping up with the Joneses girl. I’ve been happier than ever. My happiness was just right there…”
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br />   With one hand Eva pointed to a spot just an inch from her other.

  “I just needed to choose,” she continued. “I stopped worrying about what people might think. I stopped worrying about how it might look. I just chose to do it. Take this one little step, and you’ll see.”

  Eva dropped her smiles and slid a hand on top of Lane’s.

  “Lane, you need to do this. You need to fuck this hot young man. Not for yourself. But for me, Lane. You need to do it for women.” Eva held her eyes for a beat before they both exploded in giggles again.

  “Well, he did ask me out for drinks after the Halloween mixer,” Lane said.

  “See! He’s right there. Just take him,” Eva said. “What did you say?”

  “No.”

  Eva pointed to Lane. “That’s what has to change.”

  From there, Lane could feel herself begin to roll towards this idea, like Eva’s words had pushed her over the lip of a hill. Gravity and fate would do the rest.

  ‘Eva is a great devil on my shoulder when she put her mind to it,’ Lane thought.

  The more they talked it through, the more realistic it became. Kyle was one of the better interns, smart, conscientious and eager. He wasn’t some frat house douche bag. His internship was due to end with the Christmas break. He was going to get a good recommendation, so sending him off with a glowing report wouldn’t be a problem. Lane’s conscience could be clear.

  The rest had flowed from there. Considerations of should or shouldn’t gave way to how and when. By the time they were paying the bill, Lane’s mind was roiling with what the next few days could hold.

  “You are such a temptress,” she teased as they hugged good-bye.

  “I’m the best,” Eva said.

  About T. Lee Alexis

  Under another name, author T. Lee Alexis has worked in entertainment journalism for more than a decade and interviewed some of the biggest names in movies, TV and music. Because the rumors, back-stage gossip and wild tales of the rich, famous and powerful will be spilled out in coming arousing fiction, a pseudonym is required.

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