Page 63 of Catch and Release

“My hot neighbor gave me three orgasms.”

Charlie cackled. She didn’t giggle, didn’t chuckle, didn’t laugh. Cackled. If Willa were with her, she was certain she would’ve seen Charlie tip her head back and grab her belly in mirth.

“Well no wonder you haven’t answered my calls!” Charlie shrieked. “You’ve been busy!”

Willa rolled her eyes.

“I took your advice, and?—”

“Uh, my advice was to hook up with a rando,” Charlie cut in. “Remember? Go to a bar? Dance with a guy? Bring him back to your place and kick him out before you go to bed?”

“Okay, well I tried that,” Willa said. “But I found a friends-with-benefits situation instead.”

“Wait, wait, wait,” Charlie said. “Back up. You tried?”

Willa sighed. “I have these work friends and they took me to this place called Flora-Bama?—”

“Dude, everyone knows what Flora-Bama is. I spent an entire spring break there when I was 20.”

“Okay, well, my friend Amanda told me to stare at this guy until he noticed me?—”

“Smart woman. I like her already.”

“And we danced for a while. But then I called Shawn in the bathroom?—”

“Sexy neighbor?”

“Yes, and then, like, forty-five minutes later he prowled onto the dance floor and pulled the rando off me?—”

“Holy shit, you’ve really been holding out on me.”

“And Shawn also happened to walk in right as the rando I was dancing with started to kiss me, so?—”

“So you did kiss a rando! I’m proud of you.”

“But then, Shawn started dancing with me. And he said all these things…” Willa bit her lip as she remembered the way he whispered into her ear. “Let’s just say, the man has a filthy mouth.”

“Love a man who knows how to talk dirty. So when do the orgasms come in?”

“We left the bar and I basically begged him to fuck me in the parking lot. So he fingered me in the front seat of his truck like we were a couple of teenagers?—”

“Nothing wrong with some car sex.”

“—and then I gave him road head on the way home.”

Silence passed between them.

“You there?” Willa asked.

“Holy fuck, what is in the water down there?” Charlie asked, choking back a laugh.

“Salt, mostly. And fish poop.”

“Since when do you even like giving head?”

Willa laughed. “I’ve always felt… neutral about it? But I don’t know. He made me come so hard with his fingers?—”

“Respect.”

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