Page 84 of A Win-Win Situation

I gratefully take a shot glass and raise it in a toast with Amélie. "Cheers to a great girls' night out and our new friendship," I say, clinking my shot glass against hers.

"Cheers, ma chérie." Amélie grins. "And to getting Lucas to loosen up a bit," she adds with a mischievous glint in her eye.

We both kick back our shot glasses, downing the liquid in one swallow. As soon as it hits my throat, I almost cough it up, not expecting the spirit.

Tequila.

This is going to be a wild night.

After the thirddrink and the fourth tequila shot, Amélie relaxes even more, which I didn’t think was possible.

"Okay, spill. What's the most daring thing you've ever done in bed?"

I haven’t been daring at all.

"Oh, not much."

She looks at me, shocked. "No handcuffs?"

I shake my head.

"No spanking?"

I shake my head again.

"Not even a little role-playing?" Amélie raises her eyebrows expectantly.

I shake my head for the third time, feeling a little embarrassed at how vanilla my sex life seems compared to hers. Maybe it’s because I’ve only ever been with John, but we never explored much.

"I guess I've just never been that adventurous," I admit with a shrug.

Amélie looks at me thoughtfully for a moment, then leans in and whispers, "Well, it's never too late to start trying new things. I have a feeling Lucas would want to doeverythingwith a girl like you. Just tell him what you want. Communication is very important in a relationship, and in bed. Take initiative." She winks at me before downing another shot.

I’m intrigued by her words, and I wonder if maybe it's time for me to step out of my comfort zone. I don't know if it's the alcohol talking, but the way he's been acting these past few days has been very flirtatious. He touches me more when we're out, and he occasionally makes flirty comments that leave me aching.

If I'm being honest, I'm horny. Like really horny, and I need to gethimout of my system. Us getting together once might be a good opportunity to see if there’s something between us; if not, then we’ll know for certain that we’re not compatible, and I’ll be happy using my vibrator for the rest of the year.

"Let's say I tried to initiate something, how would I do it?" I ask, and her whole face lights up.

"There’s many things you could do," she says, ticking off her fingers. "You could try dressing up in lingerie or blindfolding him before taking control. Maybe you could suggest watching porn together and trying out some new positions. The possibilities are endless, really."

I listen to her suggestions with a mix of excitement and nervousness. It's one thing to talk about being daring and adventurous—actually putting it into practice is a whole different story. But Amélie's enthusiasm is contagious, and I find myself getting more and more curious. I will not, however, watch porn with him, and I will not blindfold him either. Although, the lingerie part seems to excite me a bit. I actually packed a black lace set with me and I’m wearing it now. I thought it would give me some added confidence tonight, which it did. The feeling of the suspender hugging my waist and the delicate lace against my skin actually makes me feel sexy.

"Thanks for the ideas," I say, feeling a little bolder now. "I'll have to think about which one to try first."

Amélie gives me a knowing look. "Trust me, once you start, you won't want to stop. And who knows, maybe you'll end up being the adventurous one in the bedroom after all."

We stumblethrough the door to the apartment, our laughter echoing through the quiet space.

"Shhh, the boys might be sleeping," I whisper, my forefinger slightly askew from the middle of my lip.

"Let’s wake them. I’m hungry for some Thomas," Amélie says and another round of loud laughs escapes as we bend at the waist.

Suddenly, a voice echoes through the hallway, causing both of us to straighten up. "It's three thirty in the morning. You didn't say you'd be out this long," Thomas says, a note of sternness evident in his tone.

"Oh, don't worry Thomas, we had fun," Amélie replies with a big grin, walking towards him, her hands outstretched. He laughs, clearly not able to resist her.

He shakes his head. "You're so drunk, baby."

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