the men.”
“Live vicariously through me?” I rolled my eyes. “What do you think I'm going to do, write a blog about it? Do a vlog or something?”
Her eyes lit up again. “Now there's an idea.”
“No,” I said, shaking my head violently. “I was kidding.”
She chuckled. “No blog. No YouTube channel. Just the fact that you're out there, promoting and embracing female sexuality is enough for me. And for womankind.”
I narrowed my eyes. “This is one of your social experiments, isn't it? Are you writing a paper on this? Something you're gonna publish in some psychobabble journal? That's the real reason why you want me to do this, isn't it?”
“No,” she said emphatically. “I swear, I'm suggesting this for you. Because you need it. Not just the sex. Although, dear god, we know that's been missing in your life.” She picked up her glass of water and took a sip. “But you need to see the world. Throw caution to the wind and just...be Jessica. And find out who she is. What she wants. And what kind of sex she likes.”
I frowned.
“Travel, Jess,” she said quickly, backpedaling from the sex talk. “Don't forget the travel. You could see the Pacific Ocean. The Mississippi River. The Grand Canyon. The Golden Gate Bridge.”
My mouth practically watered as she recited landmarks across the U.S. I had to admit that the idea of traveling was intriguing. When she'd mentioned my lack of responsibilities and my financial security, the lightbulb switched on. My divorce would leave me in great shape financially, mostly because my ex-husband had decided to pay me off—well—rather than give me a share of his wildly successful company. My lawyer had suggested we go for more but the paid-off house and lump-sum cash payout by the end of the year had been enough for me.
And I knew it was enough for me to seriously consider what Paige was suggesting. Get on planes and rent cars and see each and every state and still have enough money left over to live comfortably for a long while, and maybe even go back to school and get that teaching license I wanted.
But finding a guy in each state to have sex with?
“You're insane,” I said. She opened her mouth to object but I held up my hand. “I can travel. I might do that. But I'm not sleeping with fifty guys.”
“Not sleeping, fu—” she began but I cut her off.
“No,” I said firmly.
She sighed, exasperated at my resistance. Then something flashed through her eyes. “What if Mimi agreed with me?”
I thought of sweet Mimi, blissfully content with her husband and her three kids and her life of domesticity. “She wouldn't.”
“But what if she did?”
I shook my head. “She wouldn't.”
Paige's mouth twisted with irritation. “Stop being so goddamn obstinate.”
I frowned but waited for her to continue.
“What if she agreed with me and my so-called insane idea?” Paige asked. “What if it wasn't just me who thought this would be good for you? Would you do it?”
I stared at Paige. Her expression was innocent. I thought for a minute. There was no way Mimi would think it was a rational idea. No way. And then I could rub it in Paige's face for all of eternity.
“Sure,” I said slowly, nodding my head. “If Mimi agrees with you, I'll do it.”
Paige smiled at me, her expression morphing. Her smile was more of a salacious grin, the way I imagined the wolf smiled at Little Red Riding Hood. “Excellent.”
THREE
“I think it's a great idea.”
I choked on my coffee. “What?”
Mimi slipped Jacob into the baby carrier strapped around her front and snapped the sides. He fussed a little and she popped a blue pacifier in his mouth. “Paige is right.”
I didn't dare look at my other best friend sitting next to me at Mimi's kitchen table. I knew the look I'd see: smug satisfaction.
“You think I should go sleep with fifty guys?”
I could see Paige shaking her head out of the corner of my eye. “Not sleep. Fuck. How many times do I
“Live vicariously through me?” I rolled my eyes. “What do you think I'm going to do, write a blog about it? Do a vlog or something?”
Her eyes lit up again. “Now there's an idea.”
“No,” I said, shaking my head violently. “I was kidding.”
She chuckled. “No blog. No YouTube channel. Just the fact that you're out there, promoting and embracing female sexuality is enough for me. And for womankind.”
I narrowed my eyes. “This is one of your social experiments, isn't it? Are you writing a paper on this? Something you're gonna publish in some psychobabble journal? That's the real reason why you want me to do this, isn't it?”
“No,” she said emphatically. “I swear, I'm suggesting this for you. Because you need it. Not just the sex. Although, dear god, we know that's been missing in your life.” She picked up her glass of water and took a sip. “But you need to see the world. Throw caution to the wind and just...be Jessica. And find out who she is. What she wants. And what kind of sex she likes.”
I frowned.
“Travel, Jess,” she said quickly, backpedaling from the sex talk. “Don't forget the travel. You could see the Pacific Ocean. The Mississippi River. The Grand Canyon. The Golden Gate Bridge.”
My mouth practically watered as she recited landmarks across the U.S. I had to admit that the idea of traveling was intriguing. When she'd mentioned my lack of responsibilities and my financial security, the lightbulb switched on. My divorce would leave me in great shape financially, mostly because my ex-husband had decided to pay me off—well—rather than give me a share of his wildly successful company. My lawyer had suggested we go for more but the paid-off house and lump-sum cash payout by the end of the year had been enough for me.
And I knew it was enough for me to seriously consider what Paige was suggesting. Get on planes and rent cars and see each and every state and still have enough money left over to live comfortably for a long while, and maybe even go back to school and get that teaching license I wanted.
But finding a guy in each state to have sex with?
“You're insane,” I said. She opened her mouth to object but I held up my hand. “I can travel. I might do that. But I'm not sleeping with fifty guys.”
“Not sleeping, fu—” she began but I cut her off.
“No,” I said firmly.
She sighed, exasperated at my resistance. Then something flashed through her eyes. “What if Mimi agreed with me?”
I thought of sweet Mimi, blissfully content with her husband and her three kids and her life of domesticity. “She wouldn't.”
“But what if she did?”
I shook my head. “She wouldn't.”
Paige's mouth twisted with irritation. “Stop being so goddamn obstinate.”
I frowned but waited for her to continue.
“What if she agreed with me and my so-called insane idea?” Paige asked. “What if it wasn't just me who thought this would be good for you? Would you do it?”
I stared at Paige. Her expression was innocent. I thought for a minute. There was no way Mimi would think it was a rational idea. No way. And then I could rub it in Paige's face for all of eternity.
“Sure,” I said slowly, nodding my head. “If Mimi agrees with you, I'll do it.”
Paige smiled at me, her expression morphing. Her smile was more of a salacious grin, the way I imagined the wolf smiled at Little Red Riding Hood. “Excellent.”
THREE
“I think it's a great idea.”
I choked on my coffee. “What?”
Mimi slipped Jacob into the baby carrier strapped around her front and snapped the sides. He fussed a little and she popped a blue pacifier in his mouth. “Paige is right.”
I didn't dare look at my other best friend sitting next to me at Mimi's kitchen table. I knew the look I'd see: smug satisfaction.
“You think I should go sleep with fifty guys?”
I could see Paige shaking her head out of the corner of my eye. “Not sleep. Fuck. How many times do I
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