A pang of guilt went through me at the thought of not telling Jill. She was my best friend, and keeping this from her was hard. Every time I had seen her this last week, I had to bite my tongue so I wouldn’t blurt it out. I had the irrational fear that she would think less of me if I decided to do this.
Traffic was thick today, so I knew it would take a while to get to the restaurant. My mind wandered back to last Saturday. I genuinely had such a good day with them. I couldn’t remember a time when I had felt so good. It was a nice change of pace, going from sad and lonely to joyful and carefree.
There was something about being around them that made me forget about all the other crap I had to deal with. I was more relaxed around them than I had ever been. I honestly liked the person I was around them too. I usually never stuck up for myself, preferring to be non-confrontational. But when I was around them and one of them pissed me off, I voiced it. And then, of course, there was the sexual chemistry that was off the charts.
Every time I was around one of them, I went soft and needy. It felt so damn good to be between those two in the elevator. Would it be so bad to find out what it would be like to be caught between them again?
Before I knew it, the restaurant came into my view. I pulled into the parking lot, seeing Lindsey and Jill already seated outside. Lindsey beamed at me, making me forget about everything else. She ran up to me and gathered me in a fierce hug. I vowed I would put my problems on the back burner for now. I settled into my seat, letting everything else fall from my mind.
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We sat at that table for so long that I thought our waiter was going to kick us out. It had been so long since I’d gotten to see Lindsey. We talked about everything from her classes to boys. She proved to be my child when she blushed and looked away shyly. Of course, Jill, ever the one to poke fun, teased her relentlessly.
We left our waiter a hefty tip when we exited three hours later in favor of getting some shopping done. We picked that particular restaurant for its location. It was within walking distance of a small strip mall.
All three of us walked arm in arm past the stores, stopping in a few. I told Lindsey to get what she needed and we would just put it on my credit card. Seeing the joy on her face was enough to make that bill worth it. We stopped in one of her favorite stores and browsed the racks. She picked out a couple of outfits she wanted to try, so we made our way back to the fitting rooms.
The store was one of those posh upscale boutiques. It was well decorated with a boho theme that made you feel nice and cozy when you walked in.
The fitting rooms were at the back of the store and provided privacy for a group of people to chat while trying on clothes. There was a waiting area outside the room with a nice plush, cream-colored couch that Jill and I sank into. I placed the bags we had already gotten on the floor in front of me. “Go ahead, try them on and come out so we can see,” I said, shooing Lindsey on.
As she locked the door behind her, Jill turned my way, pinning me with her stare. I gave her the side-eye, trying to ignore her. I knew what she wanted.
“You’re really going to try to ignore me? Let me know how that works out for you,” she said with a chuckle.
I grinned and looked at her. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
She rolled her eyes. “Oh, puh-lease, you think you’re fooling anyone? I know when you’re keeping something from me. You forget I was there when you tried to keep your pregnancy test results from your dad. You can’t lie for shit, and I assume something has happened with your hot neighbor. Now spill it,” she demanded.
I sighed. There was no way I was going to get around it. “Well, things have … progressed and gotten a little more serious.”
She twisted her body, bending her leg in front of her and fully facing me now. “I knew it! Tell me everything. How’s the sex? Is he packing? I bet he is. He probably has one of those cocks that reaches right up to his belly button.” She said the latter with a waggle of her eyebrows. Sometimes I thought Jill said stuff like that just to see me blush. She truly did have no shame at all.
I shushed her, looking back at the dressing room. “Keep it down. I don’t want to have to explain to Lindsey that her mother is sexually active,” I whispered harshly.
Jill picked up on one thing I said, and one thing only. “Oh, so you are getting laid then, nice! I knew there was something different about you. You look like a well-fucked woman.” She giggled.
Lindsey chose that moment to come out, showing us a cute pink mini skirt and strappy sequined top she had picked. “What do you think? Does this top make me look frumpy?” She spun around with her arms out to her sides.
“Honey, you could never look frumpy. I think it’s a nice outfit,” I said with a smile, silently thanking God that she didn’t hear what Jill had said. She beamed at me, reminding me how beautiful she was.
She was built like me and she had my smile. She got Tom’s dark brown curly hair and gray eyes though. I may not have done a whole lot right in my life, but I undoubtedly made pretty babies.
She shut the door behind her, and I turned back to Jill, smacking her arm. “I haven’t slept with him!” I hissed quietly.
Jill looked at me suspiciously. “Well, then I’m confused because you definitely look more relaxed than usual. That kind of look only comes with a couple of really good orgasms.” She sat back with a satisfied look.
Feeling my face go red, I tried to look away. She was having none of that as she grabbed my arm, forcing me to look at her. “Why are you so reluctant to share with me today? You were always so quick to tell me about how terrible Tom was. You always used to say he couldn’t find your G-spot if you drew him a map. What gives?”
She forgot to mention that I was usually a few wine glasses in when I shared those stories with her. But she did have a point. We had always shared everything growing up. That was what best friends did. We used each other as a sounding board when we were having a hard time with something. It was an unspoken agreement that we always helped each other. I knew I needed to give her something, otherwise, she wouldn’t drop it.
“All right fine, I’ll talk, but you have to keep it down. I don’t want my Lyns involved in this,” I whispered.
She nodded her head vigorously, making the zipper movement across her mouth with her fingers.
I took a deep breath. “He’s amazing, Jill. He is the sweetest guy I’ve ever met, and I lose my mind when I’m around him. I can’t concentrate, and I end up being a puddle on the floor by the time the encounter is through.” I practically swooned.
Jill grinned at me and got that dreamy look in her eyes. “A guy who knows what he’s doing downstairs will do that to you, girl.”