“Yep, I still think about my first,” Heather stated.
“Brian Lowe?” I asked.
She giggled. “I even looked him up on Facebook once.”
“No!” Patty and I both said.
“He’s married to a stunning woman and has a kid.” She shrugged. “Whatever, his loss.” We all started to laugh.
Then I remembered what Miles had told me about Kenny.
I took a sip of my wine and said, “What do you think about Kenny?”
Heather’s eyes snapped up to mine. “Kenny Adams?”
Nodding, I replied, “Yep.”
Her eyes narrowed a bit and she pointed at me. “You left him with me the other night on purpose, didn’t you!”
Holding up my hands, I said, “Hey, he offered to watch out for you and I had to get to Miles. He’s a cop. I figured he would be safe. Besides, he’s hot. And…he has the hots for you.”
Patty gasped. “What?”
I laughed. “Apparently Kenny has had a thing for our Heather here for some time.”
Heather’s cheeks turned red, and she looked away. She tucked a piece of her brown hair behind her ear while she took another sip of her wine.
“Holy shit. You slept with him!” I nearly shouted.
Patty grabbed onto the table. “Hold on, this is way too much information to process. I need something harder than wine.”
I nodded.
Heather finished off the wine in her glass and motioned for the waitress for another.
“You totally had sex with Kenny the hot cop,” I said.
Heather sat up straighter, lifted her chin. “I did. I had hot, dirty sex, with him. The best sex I’ve ever had in my life, if I’m being honest.”
Patty raised her hand to the waitress and asked, “Do you have vodka in this wine bar?”
“Holy crap, this calls for a dinner of carbs and whiskey,” I said, standing and throwing some money on the table.
“Y’all, we are here to talk about Miles and Kynslee,” Heather argued as she put money on the table as well.
Patty nearly choked on her laughter. “Oh, please. They’ve had sex before. This is freaking breaking news!”
Heather sighed as we walked out of the wine bar and made our way over to a Mexican restaurant down the street.
The moment we walked in and sat down, Heather ordered a margarita. When it came, she lifted it up to her lips as she said, “I’m glad I’m not driving tonight.”
We ordered drinks and our meals, giving Heather a few minutes to prepare for the onslaught of questions that were fixin’ to head her way. It was so nice to talk about someone else’s love life—or lack thereof—for once.
The waitress walked away and Patty and I both said, “Spill!”
Heather’s cheeks went bright red. She reached for her drink and took a long swig.
“Fine. Kenny and I slept together.”
“You already told us that. How? When? How many times?” I prompted.
With a nonchalant shrug, Heather replied, “It was good. Really good.” Then she giggled and covered her face as she said, “Really, really good.”
“I knew it! I always pictured him great in bed!” Patty said. I cast a quick look at her and then focused back on Heather.
“So? What made it so good? What did he do?” I asked.
“Did he go down and lick from the honey pot?” Patty questioned. Heather and I stared at Patty. She grinned and added, “You know, did he eat at the y?”
I covered my mouth. “I think I just threw up a little. Seriously, you freak!”
Patty laughed. “Fine. Did he give you oral sex?’
“See, why couldn’t you have just said that? Like, why did you have to get all weird?” I asked.
Heather cleared her throat. “Do any of you want to get back to Kenny and the hot sex story?”
Patty and I both replied, “Sex!”
Heather grinned and went on. “Yes, he gave me oral sex, and it was insanely hot. He likes to talk dirty, which I didn’t think I would be into, but it turns out it makes me very horny.”
“God, I love a dirty talker,” Patty said.
“Wait, were you drunk?” I asked.
“No, it happened the next morning. I walked out of my bedroom and saw Kenny sleeping on the sofa. He was only in his boxers and nothing else. He had morning wood, and I hadn’t had sex in a very, very long time and something sort of came over me.”
My eyes widened.
Patty leaned in closer and whispered, “Oh, shit. This is going to be good. What did you do?”
Heather gave us a saucy grin. “Well, for about a minute or so I thought about crawling on top of him, then I thought maybe that wasn’t such a good idea. What if he wasn’t into me?”
“Psssh, he’s a man. Even if he’s not into you, he’d get into you!” I said.
“Anyway, I thought about being naughty, but I changed my mind. I went a different route.”
“Which was?” Patty demanded.
With a half shrug, Heather went on. “I rushed back into my bedroom, used my handy dandy vajayjay wipes, and walked out into the living room…naked.”