Page 42 of Passed Ball

"When do we get to the crazy part because so far I'm not seeing a problem? The hot daddy wants to give you orgasms. Sounds like a solid plan," Lara says.

Indie drops into the chair next to Lara and I blow out a ragged breath. Having this conversation in my office with these two, who are technically here in a professional capacity, is out of character.

Lara, ever perceptive, leans forward and rubs my forearm. "We're friends first. Anything you tell us stays within the circle of trust. Our meeting doesn't officially start until this conversation is over."

Something's got to give. The tension inside me is unbearable.

They're offering to listen, and maybe it'll help. I've been distracted, completely unlike myself. I let out another shaky breath and begin, starting with his visit to my office. They listen intently as I explain how he found me in the hallway, wearing his shirt, the rules we set, everything.

"He wants me to make an orgasm wish list."

"And he was able to give you one already?" Lara asks.

"Well, technically, I gave it to myself, but I've never been able to do that with someone else . . . So, yeah."

"Why do you think it was so easy with him?" Indie asks, her voice calm but pointed. The question hits me like a punch to the chest. I've been going over the same thing a thousand times and I'm not sure I'm ready to face the answer.

I swallow hard and force the words out before I can second guess them. "I've been thinking about that a lot, actually," I admit, my voice quieter now. "And I think it's because . . . he's the first man I've ever let myself have an emotional connection with--ever."

"A lot of women need that connection to enjoy sex," Lara says, making it sound much less daunting.

"Now that I've had a glimpse of what sex can be like, it's all I can think about. The man has turned me into a wanton hussy who can't focus on anything else." I lean back in my chair, exhaling dramatically. "I've never cared this much about sex, but the anticipation is making me all kinds of crazy."

"There's only one solution for that," Indie says with a smirk.

At the same time, Lara leans in. "Make the damn list."

Their eagerness on my behalf makes me laugh despite myself. "Like now?" I reply, throwing my hands up.

"Yes! Open up the notes app and start typing. You can send it to him tonight," Lara suggests.

"I like this. It's perfect--you get your homework done, and tonight, when you send him the list, you get phone sex."

"She's right. There's no way you don't get an orgasm from the man after sending him a text that dirty."

"I've never done anything like this before."

"Good thing you've got help." Indie wiggles her eyebrows.

Lara pushes my phone toward me. "Unless you prefer paper and pen for your lists."

"Not for this one." A giggle bubbles out of me. I swipe the phone off the desk. "I can't believe I'm doing this."

"The basics have to go on there," Lara starts.

"And you already crossed off dry humping," Indie adds.

"Then there are the obvious ones. Fingers, mouth, penetration."

"I'm not writing penetration."

"Do you prefer fucking?"

I add penetrative sex below the first two.

"Do I include other things on here? Like places?"

"Why the hell not? It's a wish list. If you've ever fantasized about it, add it," Lara encourages.

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