Shit, I didn’t think of that.
I shake my head. “You guys wouldn’t know him, but it doesn’t matter. He and I can’t be together.”
“Why?” Kyra flips onto her back, holding her phone over her face.
I shrug before looking down at my feet. “It’s complicated.”
Silence again.
“Okay,” Destiny says, dragging the word out. “But at least tell us if the sex was good?”
The moment the question is out of her mouth, my entire body turns into a furnace and seems to melt.
“Damn.” Pam grins. “Look at your face.”
I cover my blushing face with my hands.
“It was incredible,” I finally reply, dropping my hands back down to my sides. “I swear, I never knew my body could come so many times. And it was like he couldn’t get enough. We had sex three times last night. I had so many orgasms I stopped counting, and the way he devoured my....” I pause remembering there may be children around. “My peach was like nothing I’d ever experienced.”
“Well, well,” Destiny sings. “Seems like this old friend knows what he’s doing.”
“I have to admit, I’m jealous,” Meagan chuckles. “I can’t tell you the last time I had my..... peach eaten.”
“I want peach, Mama.”
“Me too, Mama.”
Meagan’s three-year-old twin boys shouts through the phone.
I cover my face as I laugh. The others' laughter floats through the phone.
Meagan shakes her head as she places the boys’ plates down in front of them.
“Eat your breakfast. I’ll be in the living room.” She snatches the phone up off the kitchen counter and heads out of the kitchen.
“So this mystery man was good?” Meagan asks as she plops down on her sofa.
“So good, I thought about having my tubes untied and giving him a baby.”
“Dammmmmnnnnn,” all the women say at the same time.
I wasn’t exaggerating. After Cameron, I had complications with pre-eclampsia. It scared me and Andrew, so we decided that two kids were enough. A month after Cam was born, I had my tubes tied. But the way Mitch fucked me last night made mewant to rethink that decision and give him a little girl at my big age.
“If the sex was that great, and he has you damn near cheesing like the Cheshire cat this morning, then why is he not a contender?”
Leave it to Jada to bring this question up.
“It’s complicated.”
“Is he married?” Pamela asks.
“Absolutely not.” I frown. “I’d never be a home wrecker.” Not even in this made-up scenario. “Let’s just say he and I would never work. It would not go over well.”
The ladies are silent again. Neither of them says a word. They just watch me closely.
Finally, Kyra speaks up. “Do you plan on ever seeing this guy again?”
This is the part I’m so confused about. How the hell am I supposed to go back to normal now that I have let the cat out of the bag? Do I even want to? Mitch and I have to see each other every day. Hell, he lives next door. However, I know that this can’t go anywhere.
