JJ is helping his dad out with something this afternoon so we have the pool to ourselves. Know what that means?
Lacey:
Strawberry Margaritas?
Lacey answers with a GIF of a girl floating on a flamingo blowup drinking in a pool.
Me:
Sounds perfect!
Lacey:
Pick you up in thirty?
Me:
I’ll be waiting.
This is exactly what I need; a little bit of girl time to distract me from Ian and men in general.
A little over an hour later I’m sitting on a sun lounger in JJ’s backyard with a frozen strawberry margarita in hand and some Dua Lipa playing from the speaker sitting on the patio table. This is the life. If there's one thing I’ve accomplished since moving to Calgary; it’s relaxing. I hadn’t realized how stressed and wound up I had become over the years in Halifax, and within my marriage. I’m sleeping without having to take my sleeping pills, I can eat without feeling nauseous, and I’m enjoying the little things in life. Like this too strong margarita. Like the view from this sun lounger—I’ll never get sick of seeingthe Rockies in the backdrop. Like the sight of a shirtless-hockey-playing cowboy sitting atop a horse. The guy has a six-pack like I didn’t know existed outside of a romance novel. I could lick the V that goes from the top of his hip to his dick. Seriously, the guy is hung like I’ve never seen before. Granted I’ve had four partners including Ian, and was married for three years, so I haven’t seen many.
As my mind wanders back to him, I realize I never texted him back after he sent me the shirtless picture, since Levi had walked in at the same time. Grabbing my phone lying beside my lounger, I go back to our conversation and make his last photo enlarge to full screen. Instantly, my mind goes back to the sight of him on his knees for me in the shower. On top of one of the best orgasms of my life, it made me feel powerful, cherished even, to have him on his knees for me, making sure I get my pleasure. Then, the way he kissed me, it was so tender, yet all consuming.
The longer I look at the photo, thinking about what happened in his shower last weekend, the more I feel myself get turned on, the man has turned me into a woman with a one track mind. He’s awakened something inside of me . . .
Lost in thought, I barely hear the back door open just in time to shut off my phone screen as Lacey says, “And what has Ian said to get you so red, missy?” She’s making her way to me with a new pitcher of margaritas, topping off my glass.
“Nothing,” I say. Oddly I don’t wanna share the photo with her, even though I’m 99% sure she has something going on with Levi, I want to keep this side of Ian to myself. I shouldn’t, can’t, have any claim on him after what we agreed on. This is just temporary, but I can’t help myself from wanting to keep the Ian I’ve gotten to know to myself.
“Fine, we’ll get to that,” she gives in as she gets into the pool. “How about you spill on why you’re wearing his shirt today?” she adds with a knowing smirk.
Saving the day is Ellie, as she comes outside with some snacks. The snacks distract Lacey for a few minutes but not long enough to forget about me.
“Now that Ellie’s here, are you going to share what you did last weekend with the class?” Lacey asks.
“Not much, watched Harry Potter, wrote a few chapters,” I answer honestly, skipping a few details.
“Sweetie, as much as I often tell Lacey to stop being so nosy, tell us what you and Ian got up to?” Ellie asks point blank. “Also, is that really his t-shirt?”
“Honestly, I don’t know what to tell you,” I say, taking another sip of my topped off drink; at this rate I’ll be more than tipsy in no time. “He gave me the two best orgasms I’ve ever had, didn’t let me reciprocate, saying I wasn’t allowed to touch him until he took me out on a proper date. But now I feel guilty. It sounds like he’s actually looking for a relationship, but I’m not, or I don’t think I am. I don’t know if I’ll ever be looking for an actual relationship after what happened with Lucas.” I turn from the edge of the pool to face them and continue, “At first, I thought he would be the perfect guy to cross that stuff off my Bucket List with. Now that I’ve gotten to know him, I’m not so sure. I’m just leading him on. He’s so nice and thoughtful; he paid for my tattoo, and always has a chai latte waiting for me. I’m thinking he doesn’t just want a summer fling. I don’t know what I’m doing. I’m just so confused. My head tells me not to get into a relationship, but if I’m being completely honest with you, and myself, my heart is telling me to just fall.”
“Well, that’s not what I was expecting,” Lacey says, making Ellie splash her. “Hey! I’m not done! You can’t say that’s what you were expecting either,” she says, wiping her face and givingEllie a look. “As I was saying. That’s not what I was expecting you to say. I’m kinda surprised that Ian isn’t all in for a summer fling. Don’t think I forgot about the best orgasms of your life, we will be talking about that. Did you ask Ian what he was looking for? Because I’ve never seen that guy with the same girl twice.”
“No, I didn’t ask him.”
“Okay, so why do you think he wants more?” Ellie chimes in.
“Because . . . umm . . . he wouldn’t . . . a . . . he wouldn’t let me return the favor until he took me out on an official date,” I finally get out, feeling myself blush as I reach for my drink.
“Return the favor?” Lacey asks with a wiggle of her eyebrows. “I see we’re getting into the orgasms before your worries. Maybe remembering how good it was will help you relax.”
“I don’t think that’s how it works,” Ellie says with a giggle.
“It could help,” she retorts with a serious face before dissolving into a fit of giggles, making me join in.
“All right. All right,” I say trying to catch my breath. “I’m saying this once and once only so you better listen. So, you both know how I’m afraid of thunderstorms right? Well he showed up at my door, asking if I wanted to weather the storm at his house. Herememberedme telling him I didn’t like storms. He told me he had a generator in case the power went out. He was just so sweet to have thought of me, so I agreed. I would have agreed simply on the basis that he had butter chicken waiting for me in the truck, so I packed a bag and we headed to his place. By the time we got there, it was pouring, so we ran inside. I quickly figured out that I had forgotten my bag in his truck. Instead of heading back into the rain, I just borrowed a t-shirt and a pair of boxers . . .”
