“How long since I’ve had my dick sucked?”
I nodded, drinking the rest of my wine. I didn’t care that I had basically chugged it. I was going to need a buzz if I was going to get through tonight in one piece. David was everything. He exuded seduction and he demanded my full and complete attention.
“Two,” he said.
“Two months?”
“Two years,” he corrected me. My jaw hit the floor, and he started laughing.
“How is that possible?” I asked. “I thought the girl was always the one with this long, sad number. You haven’t had a blowjob in two years?”
“Uh, excuse me,” we both looked up to see the server standing with our salads. The poor guy was blushing about eight shades of red. I made a mental note to make sure we left a good tip. I instantly felt bad about his embarrassment.
“Sorry,” I said. “I didn’t even see you there.”
“I guess we got caught up in the conversation,” David agreed.
“Uh, right,” the server said, setting the salads down. “Your food shouldn’t be too long. I’ll go check on it.” The poor guy scooted away, desperate to be away from the weirdos sitting at the table.
“We fucked that up,” I muttered, reaching for a fork.
“He’ll live.”
“So,” I said. “Why two years?”
“I dated someone,” he said. “For a long time. About two years ago, she stopped being interested in sex.”
“Strange.”
“It was a little strange,” he conceded. “We’d had an active sex life until then, and it just happened one night that she no longer seemed to want anything to do with me.”
“Uh-huh,” I said, taking a bite of my salad. I had a feeling that the conversation was going to go somewhere dark. Somewhere bad.
“I waited patiently,” he said. “I urged her to go to the doctor, change her birth control pills, or do whatever she had to in order for us to be sexually active again. A year went by, but nothing changed.”
“You waited for her for an entire year?
”
David nodded. He sipped his wine. He hadn’t chugged it the way I’d chugged mine. I suddenly regretted my decision. If I’d taken my time a little bit better, I’d still have something in front of me to sip on. I looked around but didn’t see our server. Hopefully, the guy would come back with more wine soon.
“I came home early one day to find that she was gone.”
“Gone?”
“Completely gone,” he said. “Her clothing was gone. Her TV was gone. She’d taken all of her stuff and some of mine.” David shook his head. “I was a complete wreck.”
“Felix never told me,” I said. “I had no idea.”
“I didn’t tell Felix.”
“What?” That surprised me. My brother told David everything, as far as I knew. I figured that the relationship went both ways. Then again, my brother seemed to have some secrets, didn’t he? He hadn’t told David about the engagement, after all, and David hadn’t told Felix about this. There was nothing wrong with keeping things to yourself. It was just surprising to me.
“I didn’t want him to worry about me,” David said. “I should have told him, though. I should have told someone. I was wildly depressed, but I just told Felix that it had been a mutual decision and that was that.”
“Ouch.” I felt sad for him. “Did you ever find out what happened?”
“I did,” David said, picking up his salad fork. “Funny story. Apparently, she’d met someone at work to run away with. The guy left his wife, Debra left me, and they ran off together until the guy realized that he actually wanted to see his kids. He went crawling back to his wife a month later, and Debra came crawling back to me.”