touch, or something.”
Bridget snorted. “There’s more to sex than just knowing where to touch, Lindy. One day you will discover that. And yes, Terry is a good lover. I just miss…”
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“Oh hell no! You started this conversation.”
Bridget looked out her side window a moment. “Terry is a great guy, and he will make a great husband, but he’s so…mellow I guess is a good way to put it. There is no fire in him. We never fight because he is so easy going; he doesn’t care what we do.”
Lindy couldn’t believe that Bridget was complaining about her future husband being a nice guy. “And that’s a bad thing?”
“No…but just once I wish he would come over to my place, throw me on the bed, and fuck the shit out of me. I sometimes miss the fire, you know? He’s a great lover, very gentle and considerate, but sometimes I just want to fuck.”
Lindy thought a moment. “Well, have you told him?”
“Tell him what, Lindy? That I want him to treat me like a whore once in a while? You know him. How do you think he would react to that?”
“He might surprise you. Maybe he would like to throw you on the bed and fuck the shit out of you, but he’s afraid he will upset you.”
“And that’s the problem! Look, I appreciate the fact that he’s kind and considerate, I really do. But not in the bedroom! There I want him to take charge.”
“So tell him!”
“I have! Or I’ve tried. But it just doesn’t seem to be him.”
Lindy considered a moment. “If this is such a problem, why are you marrying him?”
“Because I know I should. He’s a great catch, Mom and Dad adore him, and I really do enjoy his company. This shouldn’t be an issue, and I keep thinking that he will change, or I will.”
“Is that what has you down?”
“Yeah, I guess. Sometimes I’m afraid I’m making a mistake, but other times I feel like I’m being selfish and making a big deal out of nothing. There is more to marriage than sex.” Bridget sighed and then smiled at Lindy. “It’s nothing. It’s probably just pre-wedding jitters, that’s all.”
“I hope so, because if you’re not sure, you need to call it off. You know that!”
“No, it’s too late for that. I sometimes wish I could be more like you.”
“How’s that?”
“Logical. Organized. You’re always so together. I envy that.” Bridget paused and then grinned. “Besides, if I were still a virgin, I wouldn’t know what I was missing.” Lindy felt her face heating up again but said nothing. “Wait, are you still a virgin?” Bridget asked after a moment. Again Lindy refused to say anything, but her blush gave her away. “Holy shit! When Lindy? Why didn’t you tell me? How was it, and with who? Anyone I know?”
Lindy wheeled her car into the parking lot of her apartment, thankful she was almost home. “Not too long ago. And no, I don’t think you know him.”
“Linda Willis, you are not getting out of this car until you give me all the details. Now spill it!”
Lindy pulled to a stop in her visitor spot, but left the car running so the air conditioner could keep the car cool. “Last night. After I left the party.”
“Who with? Wait! No! J. J. Treble? Are you shitting me?”
Lindy wanted to crawl under a rock, but she held her head high, not letting her sister get the best of her. She and Bridget had shared many secrets over other years and she knew she could trust her with this one, but she was still embarrassed talking about her sex life with her. “Yeah. You know him?”
Bridget paused, as if thinking. “Only from the party. Is that where you went? How was it?” she asked with a sly grin.
Lindy tried to keep a straight face, but couldn’t. “It was pretty fucking awesome,” she finally giggled.
Bridget leaned over and hugged her sister. “It only gets better from here,” she
Bridget snorted. “There’s more to sex than just knowing where to touch, Lindy. One day you will discover that. And yes, Terry is a good lover. I just miss…”
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“Oh hell no! You started this conversation.”
Bridget looked out her side window a moment. “Terry is a great guy, and he will make a great husband, but he’s so…mellow I guess is a good way to put it. There is no fire in him. We never fight because he is so easy going; he doesn’t care what we do.”
Lindy couldn’t believe that Bridget was complaining about her future husband being a nice guy. “And that’s a bad thing?”
“No…but just once I wish he would come over to my place, throw me on the bed, and fuck the shit out of me. I sometimes miss the fire, you know? He’s a great lover, very gentle and considerate, but sometimes I just want to fuck.”
Lindy thought a moment. “Well, have you told him?”
“Tell him what, Lindy? That I want him to treat me like a whore once in a while? You know him. How do you think he would react to that?”
“He might surprise you. Maybe he would like to throw you on the bed and fuck the shit out of you, but he’s afraid he will upset you.”
“And that’s the problem! Look, I appreciate the fact that he’s kind and considerate, I really do. But not in the bedroom! There I want him to take charge.”
“So tell him!”
“I have! Or I’ve tried. But it just doesn’t seem to be him.”
Lindy considered a moment. “If this is such a problem, why are you marrying him?”
“Because I know I should. He’s a great catch, Mom and Dad adore him, and I really do enjoy his company. This shouldn’t be an issue, and I keep thinking that he will change, or I will.”
“Is that what has you down?”
“Yeah, I guess. Sometimes I’m afraid I’m making a mistake, but other times I feel like I’m being selfish and making a big deal out of nothing. There is more to marriage than sex.” Bridget sighed and then smiled at Lindy. “It’s nothing. It’s probably just pre-wedding jitters, that’s all.”
“I hope so, because if you’re not sure, you need to call it off. You know that!”
“No, it’s too late for that. I sometimes wish I could be more like you.”
“How’s that?”
“Logical. Organized. You’re always so together. I envy that.” Bridget paused and then grinned. “Besides, if I were still a virgin, I wouldn’t know what I was missing.” Lindy felt her face heating up again but said nothing. “Wait, are you still a virgin?” Bridget asked after a moment. Again Lindy refused to say anything, but her blush gave her away. “Holy shit! When Lindy? Why didn’t you tell me? How was it, and with who? Anyone I know?”
Lindy wheeled her car into the parking lot of her apartment, thankful she was almost home. “Not too long ago. And no, I don’t think you know him.”
“Linda Willis, you are not getting out of this car until you give me all the details. Now spill it!”
Lindy pulled to a stop in her visitor spot, but left the car running so the air conditioner could keep the car cool. “Last night. After I left the party.”
“Who with? Wait! No! J. J. Treble? Are you shitting me?”
Lindy wanted to crawl under a rock, but she held her head high, not letting her sister get the best of her. She and Bridget had shared many secrets over other years and she knew she could trust her with this one, but she was still embarrassed talking about her sex life with her. “Yeah. You know him?”
Bridget paused, as if thinking. “Only from the party. Is that where you went? How was it?” she asked with a sly grin.
Lindy tried to keep a straight face, but couldn’t. “It was pretty fucking awesome,” she finally giggled.
Bridget leaned over and hugged her sister. “It only gets better from here,” she
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