Date Count: 94
Melissa
Izzy looks nervous at the beginning of lunch. We order our drinks, but when they come, her hands are shaking as she tries to bring it to her mouth.
I can’t take it anymore. “Isabella? Just tell us what’s on your mind!”
She visibly swallows. In a raspy voice, she says, “Do you guys promise not to make fun of me?”
We all nod, though Cassandra mouths, “No,” at me as she holds up her crossed fingers. She’s like a child.
“I went out with Cassandra’s friend.”
Cassandra’s face lights up. “Oh, I didn’t realize you guys were getting together so quickly. And?”
Izzy bites her lip. She then lights up with a big smile and nods. “It happened. Ifinallyhad an orgasm.”
We all jump up to hug her. While I’m hugging Izzy, I mouth to Cassandra, “Thank you.” She smiles and nods.
Cassandra squeezes Izzy’s hand. “I knew if anyone could get the job done, it would be Patrick. He’s multi-talented. He has that thick, pointy tongue with the piercing, and…”
“Enough.” I hold up my hand.
She smiles at me and looks back at Izzy. “So, how was it?”
Izzy lets out a breath. “It was…it was…it was the most incredible thing I’ve ever felt in my life.” We all laugh. “I can’t believe I’ve been missing out on this for so long. The orgasms were so strong. I felt like my body was exploding. I’m addicted.”
I raise my eyebrows. “Orgasms? As in plural?”
She enthusiastically nods her head. “Oh, hell yes. We didn’t get out of bed all weekend. I kept wanting more. Thank God the kids are away at college. I was screaming for forty-eight hours straight. That’s why my voice is hoarse today.”
Rayne asks, “So, do you like this Patrick guy?”
“Honestly, I barely got to know him. We sort of got right to it on Friday and didn’t come up for air until sometime on Sunday. We were too exhausted to bother with the get to know you chit chat by then.”
We all giggle, but Izzy looks like she has more to say.
“Can I ask you guys something?” We all nod. “How wet is your bed after you come?”
I look at her curiously. “What do you mean by wet? How wet are we talking?”
“I mean, I have to change the sheets after every time I come. They get soaked. Like fully soaked.”
We all burst out laughing.
Cassandra pats Izzy’s hand. “Sweetie, you’re an ejaculator. Some women are like that. Or maybe it’s just fifty plus years of pent-up sexual frustration literally bursting out of you.”
Rayne and I are still laughing.
Izzy rolls her eyes. “Stop laughing. It was really messy. I was so damn sick of changing the sheets. I eventually just went and got the dog’s pee pads from the laundry room and laid them down under me on the bed.”
Now Rayne, Cassandra, and I are all practically on the floor cackling.
I attempt to gather myself. “Izzy, you made me laugh so hard, I almost peed myself. Do you have any pads on you that I can put on my seat?”
Cassandra and Rayne have their heads on the table in laughter. The entire restaurant is looking at us.
It takes us a good ten minutes to finally calm down. Izzy looks annoyed, but it’s too funny not to laugh.