“Spill it!” Amie hovered over her.
“Huh?” Martina curled one leg, resting her foot in the crease of her thigh. Her muscles ached. The pain was worse than her very first yoga session. Her sore muscles were the evidence of the rockin’ hot sex session she had with Rob the day before.
“Details. Don’t hold back. I want to know exactly what happened.”
“What happened when?”
Amie loved gossip. No doubt she already knew about Rob. Carrie would have blabbed. This was the perfect opportunity for Martina to string her along.
“What happened when? Please. You and Rob Taylor spent an evening alone in a very dark basement. Now spill.”
“Not much to say.” Martina slid her legs out in front and bent at the waist.
“I couldn’t get any details from Carrie because, well, because she is totally right not wanting to know since it is her brother, but I’m not family.” Amie sat down in front of her impatiently waiting for an answer.
“It was good.”
“Good? Just good.”
“Okay. It was great.”
“Marty, you’ve got to give me more than that. What is the sex like with Rob? I’ve always wanted to know.”
“We didn’t actually have sex.”
“Come again.”
“Oh, I did. Again and again. However, there was no penetration. We couldn’t find any condoms.”
“Very responsible.”
“I thought so.”
“If you didn’t have sex then what did happen?”
Martina let out a loud breath as she reached to touch her toes. “All I’m going to say is that he is very skilled with a showerhead and his mouth.”
“Damn!”
“And the man knows his way around a vibrator.”
“Vibrator? You had a vibrator but no condoms. This keeps getting better.”
“On our search for condoms we came across this box full of sex toys. Thinking it was Aleks’s we opened a new package but...the box was Carrie’s. Our friend has quite the collection.”
“That little whore.”
“I don’t think whore would be the right word since the only sex she seems to be having is with herself.”
“Right.” Amie shook her body, getting back to the conversation at hand. “That’s a topic for another day.”
Martina stood up and grabbed her stainless steel water bottle from the bench.
“Are you going to see him again?”
“I don’t know. I think he might be the man to put a dent in my fantasy list, but I’m afraid he was only in it for a one-time thing.”
“You don’t think he would be willing?”