Topsy Turvy Kinda Love
know what you’re getting into. Who knows, he may be into kink. He may like domination.”“I’m pretty sure he doesn’t know what he likes other than getting his dick sucked and thinking about P in V.”
“True. I’d suggest sexting. Teach him how to talk dirty. If he looks like that, has a dick like you say, and can talk dirty… damn. He’d rock someone’s world for sure.”
Yeah, he’s going to rock mine. It’s the first thought that pops into my mind, but I keep it to myself.
I look over at her as she takes another puff. “Dude, you gonna share that joint, or you just getting high alone?”
“You out already, girl? I was just here last week to restock you…”
I made a noncommittal shrug. “Do you have any idea how much anxiety I have over giving him sex lessons. I’ve never been with a virgin before… he’s not going to be like a girl, right? Like he’s not going to fall in love with me just because I take his v-card?”
“You’re thinking too much into this, Mia. Just go with it.”
I sigh a deep breath. I don’t understand the nerves. I’ve had sex with plenty of men, and I’ve never been worried about how it would go. “You’re right. Enough about me. What’s going on with you lately? Any new sex club visits?”
She nods. “Uh huh.”
“And…”
“I met Donatello.”
“Who’s Donatello?”
“The owner of Pelle.”
“So, Pelle is the name of the club?”
“Yep.” It came off as she popped the ‘p’.
“Italian…nice… and Pelle, doesn’t that mean skin in Italian?”
“Hells yes.”
“And…”
“He’s hot as fuck, Mia. Think six foot five. Older. Dark hair, dark eyes, thick beard, six-pack, ripped arms… He made me drop to my knees and suck him off while he held my hair and fucked my mouth like a God.”
I fan myself. “Damn, girl.”
“Yep, then we went into a private room where he laid me down on a bed, blindfolded me, tied my hands and feet, and then ran a feather up and down my body. Teasing me until I was begging him to just fuck me already.”
I can’t help but squirm at the images plaguing my brain, only it isn’t the sexy Donatello in my daydream. No, it’s a dark brown-haired, chocolate brown-eyed man. The same man I imagine thrusting into me and pulling scream after scream from my body until we’re both soaking the sheets with our sweat.
This is going to be trouble. I don’t think about guys. I don’t picture them doing naughty things to me. I live in the moment, never letting them occupy my mind, so why am I letting Brooks? I need to boil this back down to what it is… sex.
“Damn, Zar. Sounds like you had a real good time.”
She giggles. “I can’t wait to go back and do it again tonight. So… anyhow. Let’s get back to Brooks. Sexting?”
“Ya know, I think it’s a good idea. It’ll give me a feel for what I’m working with…”
She nods her agreement. “So, what’s new at the bar?”
“Gah, Eddie’s got a new girl starting in a couple weeks. Says she has experience.”
“Well, that’s good…”
I huff my disapproval. “Guess so, she looks like a fucking Barbie doll. I’m sure all the guys will fawn over her like the last hot chick that worked there before she got fired for being a God- awful bartender.”
“You afraid Brooksy is going to find her more attractive than you, Mia?”
“Oh, hell no. I’m hoping he’s not dumb enough to fall for blonde Barbie.” The words formed on my tongue feel like a lie. Lying to my best friend tears a hole in me. Lying is one of the things I hate most. As if you don’t trust someone enough to give them the whole truth.
“Well, you’ll be training her. For your sake, I hope Eddie’s right about her being trained already.”
“Yeah, me too.”
Zara leaves me thinking about sex with Brooks. Maybe I’d try this sexting thing.
Me: What are you doing?
Brooks: Working…
Me: What are you wearing?
Brooks: You saw me this morning before I went to work. A black t-shirt and blue jeans.
Me: Mmmm…those sexy blue jeans?
Brooks: Um…
Mia: Work with me here, Brooks…
Brooks: I’m really confused about why you’re asking me questions that you already know the answer to?
Mia: O.K. Tell me something that will make me wet.
Brooks: It was raining earlier when I came into work.
Mia: Try again… *winking emoji*
Brooks: Going outside without an umbrella?
Mia: *eye roll* What would you do if I showed up at work right now?
Brooks: Offer to make you a drink?
Mia: That’s all?
Brooks: Um… yes? I’m really confused by this line of questioning…
Mia: You want to try something fun tonight? Something that involves pillows and blankets?
Brooks: You want to build a fort?
I smack my hand against my forehead and groan. This sexting idea is worse than I thought. I need to come up with a plan B on teaching Brooks the art of sexting, clearly. I growl out my frustration, reading through the texts again.
Mia: Let’s try this again…
Brooks: Try what again?
Mia: What are you wearing?
Brooks: The same thing I was wearing four minutes ago when you texted me.
Mia: Come on, play along with me. Just invent something that you couldn’t possibly be wearing right now, like assless chaps.
Brooks: But why would I be wearing assless chaps at a bar… then people would see my ass. Potentially other parts too if I bent over. It just sounds like a really bad idea.
Mia: Okay, I’ll try. I’m wearing a see-through lace bra and panties and I’m getting wet. What am I doing right now?
Brooks: Wait, you’re outside in your bra and underwear in the rain? I think that’s a really bad idea, Mia. You should probably go back inside.
Mia: Good Lord, Brooks. I give up.
Brooks: Wait, no. I really want to know what you’re doing.
Mia: Why would I be getting wet, Brooks?
Brooks: Is this the rain again?
Mia: I’m sitting here in my bra and panties, masturbating thinking about you.
Brooks: Oh.
Five minutes later.
Brooks: OH! Tell me