She turns toward me, reaching out to draw me closer as well. As the driver pulls the car away from the golf course, we just silently hang out together, holding hands, legs crossed over each other, happy and silent.
Chapter 22
Chelsea
“Can you excuse me? I’m just going to go to the ladies room,” I sigh, standing up carefully. Every time I move my nether parts, they twinge in objection.
I may have finally broken my pussy. Yep, pretty sure it’s going to take a while to put Humpty Dumpty back together again.
Chance snatches my hand before I leave, circling his thumbnail in the center of my palm, sending another shiver of my arm. He observes the goosebumps with pride.
“Hurry back, okay? We have oysters coming.”
“You know what that means,” Jack adds lasciviously.
“I sure do!” I reply gamely, hoping I can maybe drug them so they just go to sleep or something.
But can I complain? No way. Here I am walking through the nicest restaurant for a hundred miles, with everyone turning to glance at me. I feel like a princess. I feel like a rock star. I know they saw us when we walked in, but I didn’t realize we were this obvious.
An older couple shamelessly glares at me as I head toward the ladies room and I just give them my biggest, most mischievous smile. I even put a little more limp into my step so grandma can wonder what I have been up to.
But once in the bathroom, reality sets in. I try to pee, and the liquid stings like a mother. It takes me by such a surprise, I almost call out. Instead I just mangle the toilet paper roll in my fingernails and try to stay quiet.
Dabbing gently at my lady parts with folded toilet paper, I consider whether I will be able to decline any further penetration for the rest of the evening. How much can a girl really take? Besides, I can always jerk them off… Or suck them off… I have options.
Someone else comes into the ladies room and stands at the mirror. I watch her designer heels as she pivots and then presses up onto her toes, presumably to lean closer to the mirror. She’s probably waiting for the stall, so I hurry up and wiggle back into my panties.
When I come out of the stall, she smiles at me in the mirror, then gasps with her eyebrows raised.
“Chelsea? Chelsea… is that you?”
I almost want to run away. Instead I force myself to smile as big as I can.
“Yoyo! Oh my God, hi!”
She whirls around, grabbing me in a hug as she wobbles on those very high heels. She is even skinnier than she used to be. It’s like hugging a scarecrow.
“Oh my God, let me look at you!” she insists, shoving me backward with her hands on my shoulders. She knits her eyebrows and glares at me like I am a piece of meat. Or jewelry. More probably meat is the most accurate.
“God, you’re gorgeous,” she sighs enviously. “Like, seriously gorgeous!”
My heart does a little dance of gratitude. “Are you kidding me, Yoyo? You’re the gorgeous one! Look at you!” I gush. “That dress is just unbelievable!”
She waves her hand in the air as if to push the comment away modestly. I look her over in these few seconds, assembling the details critically. She really is a little thinner. Her hair is still lustrous, her skin perfectly clear. She hasn’t fallen apart, but there’s something… different. She’s not an Evanston teenager living off her parents anymore, that’s for sure.
But those are four hundred dollar heels, and I am pretty sure that Kate Spade bag wasn’t cheap. Still, there is something… different, like I said. Something kind of edgy.
Washing my hands, I take another second to glance at her. Man, what a beauty. Those almond eyes have enchanted probably half of our graduating class.
“It’s such a surprise to see you here,” I smile at her in the mirror. “Vacation?”
She rolls her eyes. “Oh, conference,” she sighs dramatically. “You know how it is, a few meetings, and then mostly golf. Which is mostly just drinking in funny little cars, ha!”
I swallow hard, realizing if she were playing golf today, there is every likelihood we could have run into her. That was a close call, and I didn’t even know it.
“Oh, golf!” I comment lamely. “I never really took that up. So, what do you do?”
“Client relations for a custom homebuilder… Around here… You know, nothing big.”