Page 25 of We're Just Friends
“Thank you so much,” I said to Annie as soon as the backdoor shut. “Oh my God, what a night.”
“What exactly happened after I left? I know you had sex, so tell me everything." Annie blinked at me, giving me no opportunity to even attempt to lie.
I told her everything, unloading like a dump truck. I told her about the walk, my confession, and then the copious amounts of drunken sex we had on a bearskin rug. It was like telling her a story from someone else's life.
“Wait, how much is a lot?” Annie's eyes widened, and I burst out laughing at her excitement, but immediately put a hand to my head.
She gave me some Advil from her purse, which I washed down with the rest of my coffee. “Let me preface this by saying that I haven’t had sex in, like, a year.”
I went into vivid details about how it started in Richard’s mansion and then ended up in the guest house, where we had sex on a bearskin rug in front of the fireplace. I told her how I had three orgasms, and that the last one was the best because that’s when he climaxed too.
“Did I not tell you that you needed a night out?” Annie shook her head, smiling.
Maybe it was her sibling intuition or the fact that I had just come home in the same clothes I went out in, but she knew that I’d needed to release all of that pent-up frustration. “I cannot let that happen again, Annie. You know what he’s like.”
She shrugged, and we sat in silence for a few minutes, both of us thinking about the last article we read about him. He definitely had a roaming eye, which meant that I was likely to get hurt, yet again.
Annie put her hands down on the table and looked at me seriously. “Just have fun. Remember that he lives in San Diego, and you’re in River Valley. It’s not like anything serious is going to happen. And besides, do you really want a serious relationship right now?”
Even though I knew she was right, and she had a point that I should just have fun with it, I secretly did want a serious relationship with Jake. I just couldn’t tell Annie because I knew she’d get protective of me. Not wanting to show my emotions, I turned the conversation back to sex. “It was the best sex, Annie. And I mean the best.”
“Better than what’s his face from college?” I rolled my eyes, and we laughed even harder.
I didn’t even remember his name, but that one-night stand in college was nothing compared to Jake. “That guy was good but fails in comparison to Jake. And no man has ever given me three orgasms. Hell, I’ve never given myself that many!”
Her mouth fell open when I admitted to masturbating.
I twisted my lips and lifted an eyebrow. “Don’t act like you don’t do it, too.”
Annie laughed a little bit. “All I’m saying is you’re both single, and clearly, you’re both really horny. I don’t know how you pulled off three orgasms, though.”
"You think I should see him again?”
Annie walked to the sink to wash some dishes and make more coffee. I hated that I was asking her about what I should do because I was a grownup and should be able to make that decision on my own.
Annie shrugged and looked over her shoulder at me. “As long as you know that you’re not in it for the long haul, then I don’t see what the problem is. He does seem like a fun guy. And I know I made some comments about him being a playboy and all, but you look so relaxed and happy. I think this is good for you.”
I looked up at Caley, playing in the backyard. Even though sex with Jake did make me incredibly happy, I knew that I needed something more meaningful. Something like what I once had with Caley's dad. I wanted a man to share my life with, and emotionally I knew that I wasn’t prepared to be strung along on a fling.
Caley pushed herself back and forth on the swings, and I remembered the first time her father had done it for her. She was just so happy and kept begging him to push harder.
“So hard that you go up into the air?” She had laughed and kept telling him to push.
What I wouldn’t give to have that life again. Even though my sexual needs had been taken care of, I could not deny my emotional needs. It wasn't my ex I wanted, it was that connection with another human being.
I shook the thought from my mind. “Well, I suspect he’ll be calling me again soon. He wanted me to stay and have breakfast.”
Annie put her hands on her hips. “And why didn’t you?”
I wanted to be honest, tell her that I didn’t want her to find out about my hot night out. That would only hurt her feelings, though. “I felt bad about not coming home, and I honestly thought that Heather would still be here.”
Annie came over and put her hands on my shoulders. “I’ll always be here for you, Julianna. I’m your sister, and I want to see you get laid… And not just that. I want you to be happy.”
We laughed again and hugged each other. “Fine. If he asks me out, then I’ll say yes. But I refuse to be the one to call him first.”
I’d worked too hard to become an independent woman to go chasing a man. I deserved to be pursued for a change.
Annie clapped her hands, making me wince. “That’s my girl.”
