Love In Alabama (The Love In Series Book 1) Read Free Page B

her coffee. “You will, too. We need to set firm expectations. And make sure you follow through.”
    I turned to Mimi for support but she was looking at Paige, nodding her head.
    “So you agree with her?” I asked incredulously
    “Sort of,” Mimi admitted. “I mean, the only guy you ever dated was Brian. And you guys just sort of...ended up together. It wasn't like you had all this experience beforehand.”
    I raised my eyebrows “Kettle. Black.”
    A faint blush tinged her cheeks. She  hadn't dated much in high school either; Alan was her first serious boyfriend, too.
    “Her situation is entirely different,” Paige said.
    “How?”
    She pointed her half-eaten cookie at Mimi. “She's happily married.” She motioned the cookie toward the living room. “And she's clearly having sex. A lot of it, considering how she keeps popping babies out.”
    Mimi giggled.
    “See?” Paige's voice was triumphant. “She agrees with me. So you're doing it.”
    I started to protest but Mimi spoke. “Now, hold on,” she said. She picked up her mug, then remembered it was cold and set it back down. “Maybe not straight sex.”
    “You want me to have lesbian sex?” My voice squeaked.
    “Oh my God. No.” Mimi's cheeks went from pink to tomato red.
    Paige's eyebrows shot up. “Why not? What's wrong with lesbian sex? I mean, if that's what Jess wants. Is that what this is all about, Jess? Are you gay? Because that's perfectly okay.”
    “Oh my God.” I dropped my head to the table. “No, that is not what this is about.”
    “I just meant maybe she should have physical contact with a guy in each state,” Mimi said. “You know, like get together with fifty guys. So she can...compare.”
    “So not just straight penis-in-vagina sex?” Paige asked.
    It was my turn to blush. “Jesus, Paige.”
    “What?” She was the picture of innocence. “I'm just trying to clarify what Mimi is saying. Is that what you mean?”
    Mimi nodded. “Yeah. I guess.”
    Paige nodded. “Okay. Fair enough. So how much physical contact are we talking about? At minimum, a blow job? Of course, you should probably plan to receive oral, too. Or are hand jobs okay? Will those count toward her quota?”
    “I can't believe we're discussing this.” My voice was muffled, my head still buried in my arms.
    “I think that's reasonable,” Mimi said.
    “Okay,” Paige said. I could tell it wasn't—she really wanted me to have sex with fifty guys—but she also knew when to cave. “So you've got to get to third with a guy in every state. At minimum. And with completion. Like, there needs to be cum on your hand.”
    I lifted my head from the table. “Paige!!”
    “What?” She smiled. “Why is this so hard to talk about? Sex is the most natural thing in the world. And you, my dear, are about to have a hell of a lot of it.”
    I looked at Mimi for some help.
    “I think she's right,” Mimi said, which was no help at all.
    “Traitor,” I muttered.
    Mimi frowned. “Look, there has to be a small part of you that's at least intrigued by this or we wouldn't even be discussing it. You could've dismissed it immediately and gone back to sulking over where you're at. The fact that you didn't do that tells me there's at least something about this that has sparked for you.”
    I didn't say anything.
    “And Paige is right,” she continued. Jacob made a noise and, without looking, she reached for the pacifier and popped it back in his mouth.“Sex shouldn't be so hard to talk about. You shouldn't be embarrassed that your sex life has sucked so far. Or at least not met your expectations. That isn't your fault.”
    “It's kind of her fault,” Paige said.
    “Not helping,” Mimi said, glancing at her, then shifting her gaze back to me. “There is absolutely nothing wrong with taking some time to catch up on what you've missed out on. You don't have to apologize to anyone. You don't owe anyone anything. But do you really want to get into another relationship