neither is sand.”
“That’s what you have a big blanket for,” Tom said.
“Yeah, but you gotta stay on the blanket,” I winked.
“I’m with Sue on this one,” Gina said. “Just thinking about all of the different organisms in the ocean getting inside of me. Yuck! I’d be afraid of getting some kind of infection. And pool sex isn’t much better. The chlorine isn’t exactly good for the vagina either.”
“If you ask me, probably the best water sex is in the shower—as long as you don’t slip,” I said.
“Yeah, wasn’t it Cookie who slipped in the shower and bruised her tailbone?” Gina asked.
I nodded. “And she went out and bought some anti-skid stickers to put on the bottom.”
Mike and Tom shook their heads.
“Well, well. We’re learning a lot from these girls tonight, aren’t we, Tom?”
Tom laughed. “Yeah. And I’m thinking I need to go buy some anti-skid stickers on the way home.”
I playfully nudged Tom. “This is one horny table.”
Thank God the waiter arrived or I think we would have had to take turns slipping inside a nearby closet for a quickie.
Chapter 6
Tom
I took Sue’s arm and helped her into the car. It doesn’t take much booze to get her drunk. We always teased her about it in high school. Some things never change. When she started to slur her words, I knew it was time to head home.
Gina laughed. “Sure you don’t need any help?”
I shook my head. “Chloe’s still at her dad’s and Sue was planning on spending the night at my house, so I’ll just take her there. She’ll be fine.”
“I had forgotten how little it takes her to get drunk .” Mike laughed.
“Well, she had a ball,” Gina said. “But she might feel like crap in the morning.”
I followed Gina and Mike out of the parking lot, and when I looked over at Sue she was slouched against the car door, sound asleep. I listened to her putt-putt snore on the way home. It was kind of funny, actually. I kept thinking how mortified she’d be if she knew she snored.
***
Dinner with Gina and Mike was great. I hadn’t laughed so hard in all my life. I kept playing the conversations over in my mind. Like the conversation about what girls talk about.
“You know,” Sue had said. “Sex. Good sex. Bad sex. Penis size.”
“You actually talk about penis size?” I asked.
“Yeah,” Sue said. “And vibrators. “Cookie says a vibrator is the only remote she and her ex didn’t fight over.”
We all laughed. Cookie was a character, and listening to Sue describe Cookie asking the girls at a recent luncheon if they thought a finger in the butt hole during a blow job was a good idea made my sides hurt from laughing. Sue gets really loose when she drinks and things that she normally wouldn’t say just sort of slide out. I like that silly side of her.
Then Gina brought up periods, and how girls spend a lot of time talking about them.
“You mean Blowjob Week.” Mike laughed.
Gina smacked his arm. “Well, I’m sure if you were bleeding from your penis for a week every month it’s all we’d hear about.”
By the time I pulled into my garage, I think I had laughed even harder the second time around just replaying the conversations in my mind.
***
I carried Sue into the house and up to my bed. She started to stir when I laid her down. I debated whether to undress her or just put her in bed as she was. I took off her shoes and she cracked her eyes.
She moaned. “Aren’t you going to join me?”
“Are you sure you’re feeling up to it?” I asked.
She started taking off her dress. “Got any peppermint schnapps?”
“I’m not sure you should have anything more to drink.”
She ran her tongue over her lips and pointed her finger at me. “It’s not for me; it’s for you.”
I had no idea what she wanted to do with the peppermint schnapps. But by this time, my groin was aching to find out.
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Sue
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