Chapter 4
The house Jessica and Lucas rented is a mansion compared to our bungalow, and through the backyard you can walk over some sand dunes directly to the ocean.
Lucas is an actuary, and I’m not totally sure what that is, but it has something to do with statistics and pays well.
Between his income and her writing career, they aren’t hurting.
They seem to take lavish trips a few times per year, and I’m always envious.
I wish Joey would take vacations with me more often.
“Shelly told me they were camping instead of renting something this weekend.”
I’m sitting on a bar stool at the kitchen counter, helping Jessica chop vegetables for the food trays. I’m not sure why Jessica is the social director for everyone, but I appreciate she has all the insider info. She’s been chattering nonstop about everyone since we arrived.
I shrug at her. “Well, she’s a teacher and vacation rentals during peak season aren’t cheap, you know.”
Does Jessica actually know this? I never really thought about it much, but it’s possible she and her husband are more well off than I realized. I know what she brings in and it’s nothing to sneeze at, but I don’t know what actuaries get paid other than it’s good money.
Jessica pauses the chopping on a head of cauliflower. “Oh, should I have invited them to stay here?”
I laugh. “No, there are people who actually like to camp. She could be one of them. What do we really know about any of them anymore?”
She starts chopping again. “Well, you said you’re a slut who tried to get Joey to fuck you in the shower today, so I know a few things about some people.”
A blush creeps over me and I peek towards the sliding glass door to the patio, where Joey and Lucas are fussing over a fancy gas grill.
Since the patio door is closed, they can’t hear our conversation, and I breathe a sigh of relief.
They’re not even looking our way, they’re on the deck and acting all macho because they know how to turn on the grill, but Jessica and I are happy to perpetuate the myth that they are gods if it gets us out of grilling.
“Hey, pipe down,” I hiss at Jessica. “The entire world doesn’t need to know how big of a slut I am.”
A cough from the kitchen entryway behind me startles me.
A deep, masculine voice speaks. “Should I come back later?”
I whip around in my chair and lock eyes with my vision of what Adonis should look like… if Adonis were tattooed with piercing blue eyes, looked like he might be part of a biker gang, and had the name Zane. Holy fuck, what is he doing here?
Jessica squeals, drops her knife on the counter, and runs over to give him a hug. “You came!”
Watching Zane’s hands as he encircles Jessica and gives her a bear hug that lifts her off the floor creates a fluttery sensation in my stomach. My heart pounds in my chest, and the room is uncomfortably warm.
Zane looks at me over Jessica’s shoulder. “Hello, Miri.”
I know I’m flushed, but I try to keep my voice normal. “Hi, Zane. Glad you could make it.”
The guys on the patio must have noticed the commotion because the glass door slides open and Joey bursts in, excited.
“Hey, I thought you weren’t coming.”
Zane and Joey punch each other’s arm, and Zane laughs. “Your email changed my mind.”
Wait, Joey emailed Zane to ask him to come and he didn’t tell me?
I’m flustered and confused, and my entire body tingles every time I look at Zane.
The years might have changed some things, but not the way I’m reacting to him.
I try to ignore the buzzing in my pussy as I look at his hands again.
Now that I’m an adult and I understand sexual pleasure better, my body is even more interested in him than it was in high school.
Fuuuck. I’m going to have to avoid him tonight as much as I can, and thankfully we’re only getting together with everyone this one day.
I can’t stop looking at his hands and imagining them caressing my body. He’s larger than Joey and more muscular, and his hands are huge. I realize Joey is watching me with an unreadable expression, and I feel my cheeks flame an even brighter pink.
I swivel back around in my chair and busy myself cutting celery sticks. A moment later, the familiar woodsy scent of Joey’s cologne engulfs me as he comes up behind me and kisses my neck.
He speaks softly enough that only I can hear. “It’s nice the gang was all able to come, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, it’s nice,” I echo back to him while emotions war inside me. I’m not sure I’d classify this as nice, but I don’t want to be rude or have to explain why I wish Zane hadn’t come.
The three men gravitate back out to the patio and Jessica and I continue the meal prep. She’s bubbly and clearly thrilled that Zane is here.
“Dang, Zane is hotter than he was in high school. I think he melted my panties when he hugged me.”
A moment of envy overwhelms me when I think about how she got to touch him.
I’m not really sure what to say, so I agree with her. “Yeah, and back then he could get any girl he wanted, so he probably has all the PTA moms in his town drooling over him now.”
Jessica gives me a sharp glance. “Well, he couldn’t have ANY girl he wanted, but most of them for sure.”
Wait, did Jessica like him? I try to think back on who Jessica was dating in high school, but she had a string of boy toys wrapped around her finger and I can’t pinpoint any one guy who lasted more than a couple of months.
Oooh, did they hook up? Another swift jab of jealousy hits me, and I brush it aside.
God, this is stupid. We’re not still in high school and we’re both married, except Jessica has an open marriage of sorts.
Would her husband let her fuck Zane? Is this why she’s so excited to see him?
An undefined emotion coils in my belly and I tell myself to calm the fuck down. Jessica can screw whoever she wants, and Zane can as well. I love Joey and I’m happy with him, no matter what sexy god-like creature walks past me.
Thinking about Joey helps soothe me. He really is the best thing that’s happened in my life. I peer out the patio door and catch Joey’s eye. We smile at each other, and a wave of contentment washes over me. I’ll just think of Joey all night and stick close to his side.
By the time the rest of the guests arrive, lunch is ready and with the addition of four more people, the party gets lively and loud.
Shelly surprises us all with her gently rounded tummy, which makes Jessica hiss at me that she should have invited them to stay because pregnant women shouldn’t have to camp.
I only laugh at her. It’s not like Shelly is in her last trimester, and she doesn’t even waddle yet.
She is happy and has a beautiful pregnancy glow and sounds like she’s enjoying the campsite.
Jeff and his husband are very much what one would expect from software developers who live in L.A.
since they’re very sophisticated and cultured.
Both of them are sweet and the love between them is obvious.
Jeff wasn’t out in high school, but within our circle we sensed he was gay, even if he hadn’t told us yet.
It warms my soul to see him happy. I always wanted him to have the best in life because I could tell he sometimes struggled.
All through the meal, I keep catching Zane’s eye.
I flush every time and have to look away.
His continued interest in me keeps my libido on a low simmer, and I want to squirm in my chair but force myself to sit still.
Me squirming around would make Joey ask me what’s wrong, and there is no way I want to tell him that Zane is getting me all worked up.
Joey better be up to fucking me tonight because I’m going to need a rough pounding by the time we get to the rental home.
There is only so much sexual tension a person can take without release.
After lunch, everyone wants to visit the ocean, so we trek out the back door and brave the sand dunes. Joey and I walk hand in hand, trailing behind the pack, and every step is laborious since my feet sink into the sand and it requires extra force to walk.
“Miri, I have an offer for you.”
Oooh, his offer better include his cock in my pussy. I pause, and a tug on his hand makes him stop and turn towards me.
“If this involves you, me, and fucking behind a dune, count me in.”
He laughs. “No, not exactly.”
I pout at him. “Fine, what’s this offer?”
He’s quiet for a minute and stares out towards the ocean, and when he turns to me, his eyes are bright like he’s excited. “How would you like one hour with Zane tonight?”
A trail of wetness leaks from my pussy and a thrill runs through me. I tell myself to calm down. There’s no way he’s offering to let me fuck Zane.
I laugh at him. “To do what?”
“Whatever you’d like” is his simple reply.
Uh, what? “Are you talking sex?”
“Yes.”
Suddenly I feel like I’m in some weird-ass version of The Twilight Zone.
Did my husband just offer me an hour with his best friend from high school?
I’m about to tell him no when I realize there is a very definite bulge in his jeans.
Holy fuck, he’s hard at the thought. Knowing he’s turned on makes the idea even hotter.
I try to save face and not reveal my true feelings even though my body is crying out yes. “Who says Zane even wants to have sex with me?”
Joey smiles. “He wouldn’t have come if he wasn’t interested. My offer was in the email I sent him.”
My mouth flops open and all thoughts drain from my head. I’m not sure how long I stand there in shock, but when my brain clicks back on, all my senses go into hyper-drive. A bolt of electricity ripples through me and all the hairs on my arm stand up. I’m breathing rapidly, and my heart races.
To make sure there is no mistaking any of this, I look Joey straight in the eyes as I say, “Yes.”
He squeezes my hand and tugs on it. “Then let’s get this party over with so you can get your vacation sex.”