from the martini’s toothpick.
Of all the presents for her friends to get her—she cried a little inside that it wasn’t a vacation—their so-called gift was something that would never cross her mind.
Sex toys.
She arched a brow, and looked at each of her friends in turn. “Well I suppose Leroy is getting a bit old.”
The girls’ eyes widened, then they all burst out laughing.
“I told you she’d love her gift!” Holly giggled. “How old is Leroy now?”
Olivia tapped a finger on her chin. “Probably four or five. Poor thing hasn’t died of sterilization yet.”
“With three hundred dollars, I’m sure you’ll find others to take his place.”
“Jesus!” Olivia gawked at her pals. “Three hundred dollars. You guys shouldn’t have spent so much! I mean, come on, that’s more than I’ll ever need in…toys.”
“Remember, they have lingerie too. Nothing better than some silk and lace against a woman’s tits and clit,” Candy joked and clicked her glass against Olivia’s.
Olivia’s head spun. She wasn’t sure if it was from the alcohol or the thought of shopping for lingerie. Not like she had a man in her life to show it off to.
But she had promised herself that she’d get out more. Maybe find her kind of right man and fall in love. Her parents had been married fifty-two years. She believed in love and marriage. It would happen when it happened.
She did yearn for male companionship from time to time. But as she watched the sea of bodies writhe against each other on the dance floor, the men and women flirt at the bar, she didn’t want to enter the ‘dating pool’ for any amount of money.
The singles scene was hell. From her standpoint, no one searched for Mr. and Mrs. Right anymore. They only wanted the ‘Right Now’ relationships and to play the field. While Olivia wasn’t one to get on a soapbox and lecture about safe sex, she didn’t agree with the freeness of having it with a lot of people, either.
Very particular about whom she let into her life, and bed, Olivia had only had three lovers. All were men she trusted and had known for months before the relationship turned physical.
Which was why she trusted Leroy, her red rubber boyfriend, that she kept tucked away in the nightstand beside her bed. He didn’t talk back, never let her down, and was never unfaithful.
“And of course, you know that’s not all. You have our dare, don’t forget!” Jessica exclaimed.
Olivia blinked, Jessica’s statement registering.
Her mouth suddenly felt like paste at the mention of their yearly ritual.
Heart lodged in her throat, she stared at her grinning friends, all of whom were obviously very pleased with themselves.
“Okay, let’s have it.” She put the gift card in the back pocket of her jeans and leaned her elbows on the table.
Since college, the girls always issued dares. Some had been harmless, though some had also been downright crazy. Hell, Candy had lost her virginity on a dare, something she was still pleased about to this day. Holly had dared her to sneak into the football team captain’s dorm room and steal his boxers.
When ninety minutes had passed, the girls had headed to the Fraternity House to find out what happened when Candy descended the front steps, grinning like a fool. The jock—Olivia couldn’t remember his name now—had yelled from the window and let something drop from his hand. They were all shocked when Candy’s purple bra landed on Jessica’s shoulder.
“You need a man in your life, Liv,” Candy said, smiling.
A shiver of unease slid down Olivia’s back.
“Yes, yes, Candy, we know,” Holly grumbled. “You have lots. But tonight isn’t about you. We’re only talking about one night for our Olivia. A happy evening and happy trails the next morning. She needs s-e-x. That’s why we want her to have a man.”
“Hey,” Olivia interjected, insulted, and the dare forgotten. “I can find my own man and sex —which I can say out loud
Of all the presents for her friends to get her—she cried a little inside that it wasn’t a vacation—their so-called gift was something that would never cross her mind.
Sex toys.
She arched a brow, and looked at each of her friends in turn. “Well I suppose Leroy is getting a bit old.”
The girls’ eyes widened, then they all burst out laughing.
“I told you she’d love her gift!” Holly giggled. “How old is Leroy now?”
Olivia tapped a finger on her chin. “Probably four or five. Poor thing hasn’t died of sterilization yet.”
“With three hundred dollars, I’m sure you’ll find others to take his place.”
“Jesus!” Olivia gawked at her pals. “Three hundred dollars. You guys shouldn’t have spent so much! I mean, come on, that’s more than I’ll ever need in…toys.”
“Remember, they have lingerie too. Nothing better than some silk and lace against a woman’s tits and clit,” Candy joked and clicked her glass against Olivia’s.
Olivia’s head spun. She wasn’t sure if it was from the alcohol or the thought of shopping for lingerie. Not like she had a man in her life to show it off to.
But she had promised herself that she’d get out more. Maybe find her kind of right man and fall in love. Her parents had been married fifty-two years. She believed in love and marriage. It would happen when it happened.
She did yearn for male companionship from time to time. But as she watched the sea of bodies writhe against each other on the dance floor, the men and women flirt at the bar, she didn’t want to enter the ‘dating pool’ for any amount of money.
The singles scene was hell. From her standpoint, no one searched for Mr. and Mrs. Right anymore. They only wanted the ‘Right Now’ relationships and to play the field. While Olivia wasn’t one to get on a soapbox and lecture about safe sex, she didn’t agree with the freeness of having it with a lot of people, either.
Very particular about whom she let into her life, and bed, Olivia had only had three lovers. All were men she trusted and had known for months before the relationship turned physical.
Which was why she trusted Leroy, her red rubber boyfriend, that she kept tucked away in the nightstand beside her bed. He didn’t talk back, never let her down, and was never unfaithful.
“And of course, you know that’s not all. You have our dare, don’t forget!” Jessica exclaimed.
Olivia blinked, Jessica’s statement registering.
Her mouth suddenly felt like paste at the mention of their yearly ritual.
Heart lodged in her throat, she stared at her grinning friends, all of whom were obviously very pleased with themselves.
“Okay, let’s have it.” She put the gift card in the back pocket of her jeans and leaned her elbows on the table.
Since college, the girls always issued dares. Some had been harmless, though some had also been downright crazy. Hell, Candy had lost her virginity on a dare, something she was still pleased about to this day. Holly had dared her to sneak into the football team captain’s dorm room and steal his boxers.
When ninety minutes had passed, the girls had headed to the Fraternity House to find out what happened when Candy descended the front steps, grinning like a fool. The jock—Olivia couldn’t remember his name now—had yelled from the window and let something drop from his hand. They were all shocked when Candy’s purple bra landed on Jessica’s shoulder.
“You need a man in your life, Liv,” Candy said, smiling.
A shiver of unease slid down Olivia’s back.
“Yes, yes, Candy, we know,” Holly grumbled. “You have lots. But tonight isn’t about you. We’re only talking about one night for our Olivia. A happy evening and happy trails the next morning. She needs s-e-x. That’s why we want her to have a man.”
“Hey,” Olivia interjected, insulted, and the dare forgotten. “I can find my own man and sex —which I can say out loud
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