My face feels like I have the worst sunburn in the world. I’m usually a private person. Private about sex, about my life, about pretty much everything, so knowing all these people heard me in the throes of ecstasy—because that’s exactly what it was—is the pinnacle of embarrassing. Randy picks me up and sets me on a stool at Alex’s breakfast bar, then he hugs me from behind. I don’t know what to think about all this affection. Apparently neither does anyone else, because it’s not me getting weird looks—despite my loud orgasm—it’s Randy. Maybe I’m not alone in thinking this thing between us doesn’t seem totally casual anymore.
Alex makes us all shooters, which we drink. Then the guys have beers, and Violet offers us cocktails or wine. Since we’ve already been drinking wine, we decide it’s safest to stick with the same thing. I feel a little bad for Lance, since he’s the only one without a girl—not that I’m Randy’s girl or anything. Even if it feels a little like I am.
Violet mentions her plan to get rid of the guys. There’s some serious protesting, mostly on Randy’s part, but also from Miller. Violet whispers something to Alex, and his eyebrows rise. He slaps his thighs and stands up. “All right, guys, guess we’re going out to watch the game since the girls are watching Magic Mike Two.”
“It’s XXL,” Violet corrects.
“I don’t like your friends very much right now,” Randy mutters in my ear.
“I’ll be here when you get back.” I pat his cheek and get off the stool.
He gives me a look. “No sleep tonight.”
“It’s totally overrated.”
Once they’re gone, we order takeout, change into comfy clothes, and get back to drinking wine.
A little while later, Violet’s sprawled out on the floor, rubbing her belly after plowing through an entire box of chicken balls. “I hope these digest before Alex gets back, otherwise I might have to backtrack on the blowy tonight.”
Charlene snorts. “Nothing screams sexy like puking on a dick.”
“Has that happened to you?” Sunny asks, eyes wide.
“No. Thank God.” Violet pulls a face. “But it might if my stomach doesn’t settle down soon. You don’t think there was dairy in any of this, do you?”
“It’s Chinese food. I don’t think they do dairy,” Charlene replies. “You ate too much.”
“I totally did.” Violet nods.
“Once I choked on Kale’s hair,” Sunny says. Her nose crinkles. Anything related to her ex-boyfriend, Kale, warrants that reaction.
Violet props herself up on an elbow. “You mean a ball hair?”
“Ew. No. I never would have put Kale’s balls in my mouth. They were way too hairy.”
“So, like, you mean his bush? Didn’t he trim?”
“No. I’m talking about shaft hair. It got caught in the back of my throat. It was so gross.”
Talking about Kale makes me think about Benji and his similar lack of grooming in the dick department.
“Hold the phone.” Violet puts out a hand. “He had shaft hair. Like hair on the shaft of his penis.”
“Uh-huh.” Sunny nods. “Miller’s so good about maintenance, though. I don’t mind sucking on his balls at all.”
Violet spits out her wine. “Can we not talk about Buck’s balls?”
Sunny shrugs. “I’m just saying. It’s nice. And Miller loves blow jobs. He says I’m awesome at them, and he always eats my cookie afterward because he appreciates it so much.”
Charlene is laughing so hard she’s curled in a ball holding her stomach. Violet looks a little green, but I can’t tell if it’s because she ate too much, she’s had too much to drink, or because Sunny’s talking about blowing Miller. Again.
“What about you, Lily? You like sucking on Balls’ balls?” Violet’s snickering so much that her wine sloshes over the side of her glass and lands on her boobs. She frowns and rubs at it, then looks up at me expectantly.
“Uhhh ...”
“Come on, you don’t have to be shy. We’ve all watched you come,” she adds.
I guess it’s meant to be encouraging. Mostly it’s embarrassing. There are lots of things I’ve shared with Sunny over the years, but a front-row seat to my orgasm wasn’t one of the things I ever intended to put on the list. I puff out a breath. “Well… uh, I’ve never given him a blow job.”
Everyone goes silent. I lift my eyes from my glass to find them all staring at me. I gulp my wine.
“How have you managed to get away with that?” Charlene asks.
“It’s not like I haven’t offered, he just… I don’t know… Maybe it’s not his thing?” I have no idea what to say to this.
“Not his thing? Every guy likes blow jobs.” Violet seems mystified.
Charlene and Sunny both nod in agreement.
I lift one shoulder and then down the remaining contents of my glass. I jump up off the couch. “I need more wine. Anyone else need more wine?”
“We need to talk about this,” Violet says.
“I think we all need more wine,” Charlene says. “Especially if Violet thinks we need to talk blow jobs.” Charlene puts a hand on Sunny’s. “I’m sorry for the things you’re about to hear. I know they pertain to your brother, and it’s probably going to be disturbing. I have the name of a great therapist if you happen to need one later.”