Page 62 of Skating the Blue Line
Who knows.
I may have doubts occasionally aboutthat, but I’m sticking my ground on it.
“Oh not at all,” Betty says, getting up from her place on the floor. “I think it’s smart not to jump into a relationship. More so now. Is it shocking, especially since the man got you pregnant? A little, but it’s not mind blowing. Although,” she stops abruptly biting down on her lip.
“Although, what?” I ask her, waving my hand for her to go on.
“Having him around can become useful when urges start to arise,” she tells me, her perfectly sculpted eyebrows dancing up and down.
“Urges?” I ask.
She’s not saying what I think she’s saying, is she?
“Yes, urges. You know those of the sexual variety. In a few weeks you’re going to be so uncomfortable that the only way to get through it is to have an orgasm.” The way she smiles at me, I can’t tell if she’s telling the truth or full of shit.
I did read that a woman’s sex drive does get heightened but it can’t be that bad. Can it?
“You’re serious?”
She gives me a nod. “During the last few weeks of my first pregnancy all I wanted to do was to jump onto Cole’s lap and have him fuck me six ways from Sunday.”
Not the mental picture I needed.
I try to clear my head as best as I can. “Do those urges happen to everyone?”
I try to remember everything I read, but I’m coming up blank on that question.
My friend gives me a shrug. “I don’t think so, but from what I’ve heard it happens the majority of the time.”
That is not helpful whatsoever.
“Well, if they do happen, I have toys that can keep me company. I don’t need my baby daddy.”
Maybe if I repeat that in my head a million times I’ll believe it and won’t go seeking him out of the urges that come through.
Even though he did give me the best orgasms and had me begging all the while he praised me.
“I’ll buy you some batteries to help you get through,” Betty says with a laugh before sliding into her shoes and leaving the room.
Damn Betty. Now the only thing that I can think about as I finish up my shoes is sex. Specifically sex with Liam.
I try to push all sexual thoughts out of my head, for my own sanity, and concentrate on what today is going to look like.
We are two weeks away from Christmas and the company's biggest performance of the year.
So today is going to be jam packed with minimal time for breaks.
That’s what I should be thinking about and not sex or even sex with Liam.
Once I’m happy with the way my shoes are looking, I grab everything that I need and head out to the stage where we are practicing.
For the next four hours, we rehearse until we’re all sweating messes, and the lights on the stage start to feel like heat lamps. We take maybe one or two breaks but because our performance is so close, we get right back into it.
Eventually, sometime around four in the afternoon our choreographer decided to call it for the day. A collective sigh of relief sounding through the theater as soon as she makes the announcement.
Me included.
Before she leaves the room she instructs us to stay hydrated and have a good dinner and a good night's sleep so that we can get back into it tomorrow.
