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"Hey," she said. "I'm Heather."
She came over and gave me a quick hug.
"Marcy," I said.
"I made stir-fry beef and veggies for dinner," Heather said.
"Great."
"So you're the new receptionist at Melody's."
"Yup. But I've never been inside."
They both looked at me with their eyes popped out a little.
I shrugged and raised my hands up in a 'what can I tell you' gesture. "I peeked into the front room once, but it was empty."
"You ever been there?" I asked Heather.
"Twice, but it's not my scene."
"Oh."
That was the only time we mentioned Melody's.
Heather was studying to get her master's in library sciences. So she immediately went up about a thousand points in my book. As a book person I'm extremely fond of librarians. And as it turned out, Evan met Heather in a library. They both had read almost all of my favorite authors. When the conversation turned to TV and movies, I found out that they liked Star Wars, Star Trek, Breaking Bad, Big Bang Theory, and The Walking Dead.
They were also Dallas Cowboy fans. Woo-hoo.
Dinner was delicious.
Afterwards we sat on their backyard porch, and Heather served brownies she made from scratch.
I expected the conversation to turn to sex.
It never did.
At around 10:30 p.m. there was a natural lull. It seemed like I should get up and go home.
"Thank you both," I said. "This was one of the best evenings I've had in a long time."
"We'll walk you home," Evan said.
They did. They each gave me a peck on the cheek and that was that.
Kind of anticlimactic really.
I had the weekend off.
Monday, right before noon, Evan came in with Jean-Luc a few seconds behind him. Jean-Luc was roughhousing with him, bumping the side of his arm into Evan's shoulder. Jean-Luc was broader, more classically handsome, dressed in more expensive clothes. Evan had more of a sweet-sensitive intelligent air about him. Evan leaned over my desk and gave me a peck on my cheek. Jean-Luc gave me a big smile. I thought it might have a little bit of a friendly leer to it, and I wondered what, if anything, Evan had told him.
Swipe, swipe.
Jean-Luc clapped a hand on Evan's shoulder and raised his eyebrows. Evan smiled. Evan brushed his fingers over my hand. "See ya on the way out, Marcy."
"Yup."
They went in. I twisted around and watched their asses as they passed through the double doors. Nice.
I thought back to Zen Sushi. What was it that Evan had said? I couldn't remember. Something. I wracked my brain. 'But you get it, right?' No. I did not get it. What was I missing?
Hhhhmmmn.
They looked very happy and relaxed when they came out.
Jean-Luc left but Evan hovered at my desk, waiting while I swiped someone in.
"Come to our house for dinner on Wednesday?"
"Uh, okay," I said.
"Seven?"
"Sure, I guess. See ya then."
He left. I opened my book and stared at it, unseeing. What the hell was going on?
What did I want to go on?
Tuesday Melody's was dead.
Wednesday rolled around. I wore a faded Dallas Cowboys T-shirt and cut-off jean shorts to dinner. Heather served potato salad and some bean dish. The dogs sat by my feet, hoping I'd drop something. I didn't. Heather and Evan talked a lot about current events and politics, and I mostly listened. I don't know anything about that stuff. It was interesting though.
We went out on the porch afterwards.
I expected the conversation to turn to sex.
Nope.
Maybe they were waiting for me to turn the conversation to sex.
Hhhm.
And then, pretty much exactly like last time, at just around 10:30 there seemed to be a natural lull. Oh well. I looked around. Definitely that lull feeling. I stood up.
Maybe they were just trying to build, ah, rapport or something. Jeesh that could take, like, forever.
"Ah, hey guys, when are we going to talk about sex?"
They laughed.
"When you're ready," Evan said.
"I'm ready."
"No you're not."
Heather tucked a stray hair behind my ear.
"I'll be ready next time," I said.
"Maybe," Evan said.
They walked me home. Pecks on the cheek.
Well this sucks. So much for candyland.
Now that I started on this path, I wanted everything to happen right away. I wanted to learn what everybody made such a big fuss about, and I wanted to learn it now. Kiss me, teach me, ravish me, damn it!
Sigh.
Saturday morning on my way into work I saw Evan walking Cuff and Link. He was eating an ice cream pop. I stopped and rolled down my window to talk to him.
"Isn't it a little early for ice cream?" Of course this was a little hypocritical, or maybe a lot, coming from me, but he didn't know that.
"It's not ice cream, it's frozen yogurt," Evan said. "Everyone knows that yogurt is a legitimate breakfast food."
We smiled at each other and he shrugged.
It was sort of weird, this absolute trust and comfort I had around Evan. If I thought of how sometimes you had a sixth sense about someone who gave you the creeps, it was like Evan had the absolute complete opposite effect. A sixth sense that gave me the 'okays'.
He offered me a bit of his frozen yogurt popsicle, but I was worried that leaning over I might drip or spill it and get some on my dress, so I just shook my head.
"I can't stay and talk," I said. "I'm on my way to work."
"Off to the den of iniquity?"
I never understood that phrase. "Off to the den of something," I said.
He laughed, and I gave two quick toots of my horn. I closed my window and sped off. That was a nice treat.
I didn't see Evan again until Monday.
Monday Jean-Luc arrived before Evan. He hitched one hip up and sat on the corner of my desk.
"Hi, Marcy," he said and smiled a friendly smile. He had a nice smile. The button-down, light-blue dress shirt had a fancy cut that showed off his broad chest and shoulders. He had Hollywood movie star good looks and looked like he knew it.
"Hey," I said.
"What'ya reading?"
I held up my book. Janet Evanovich. "She's one of my favorites."
"Never heard of her," he said.
He leaned closer to me. My temperature spiked, and my mouth went dry. "I love to read, too," he said softly. "I think intelligence, and the ability to lose yourself in a story, is hugely sexy."
Evan came in.
"Hey, J.L., stop hitting on my girl."
"I'm not hitting on her."
"You hit on anything that moves."
"Hey, that's not true."
"You're not hitting on her?" Evan asked.
"I'm not hitting on her... yet."
"Come on, pervert, and get your ass off her desk." He leaned over and kissed my cheek. "Hi, babe."
Swipe, swipe.
"Have a good time," I said.
They both leered at me.
I stared at their asses when they walked through the double doors.
Someone cleared her throat.
"Oh my God, sorry." It was Jane, a regular who was about fifty.
"Don't blame you, those boys are fine. A little out of my age range, but fun to watch."
I blushed.
Swipe.
I buried my nose in my book. It got busy. Mostly women in their mid-twenties. Swipe, swipe, swipe, swipe, swipe.
Evan and Jean-Luc came out. They were laughing and talking. They stopped talking when they saw me. Evan bent down, his mouth near my ear.
"Dinner at my house tonight?" His voice was low and sexy.
I nodded.
"Jean-Luc's going to be there. You okay with that?"
My gaze flipped up to him. Panic.
"Just dinner?" I squeaked.
They both smiled.
"Just dinner," Evan said.
"Okay," I said.
"See ya at seven." Evan kissed my cheek, and then they were gone.
Holy crap. If him kissing my cheek was this hot, I was never going to be able to withstand lessons on how to make out. Maybe I should get a book on it or something. But of course I wouldn't be able to find a book on it between the time I got off work and had to be at Evan and Heather's house.
I decided on a bright yellow mini skirt, a loose black top, and three-inch high heels. I snuck some rum out of my parents' cabinet and had a fortifying sip. I drove the two blocks in order not to have to walk in the heels. I figured I was still under the alcohol limit and could make the two block drive okay.
I was walking up the path to their house at the same time Jean-Luc pulled up.
I waited for him.
"Hey, you look nice."
"Thanks."
I decided he might be a little more forthcoming than Evan. "You going to tell me what you do there?"
"Every sordid detail."
"Really?"
"Yeah, if you want to know."
I nodded. Yes. I wanted to know.
Evan let us in. Kiss on the cheek for me. Manly-type hug for Jean-Luc where only their shoulders touch.
Cuff and Link ran into the room. They jumped up on Jean-Luc. Standing on their hind legs they were almost as tall as he was. He laughed.
"Down!" Evan said firmly. They got down.
Dinner was home-made lasagna. Jean-Luc was some big mucky muck lawyer. Conversation mostly centered around Heather's studies. After dinner was over we all went to sit out on the porch.
There were only three chairs out there, wooden deck chairs, ones they call Adirondack chairs I think. They each sat in one, and Evan pulled me down onto his lap. It didn't seem that weird to me; whenever there's a shortage of space in a car or something I'm always the one who ends up sitting in someone's lap because I'm so small.
Conversation turned to very responsible, grown-up sounding things, something about drafts and briefs Jean-Luc had to write for work or something. Evan wrapped his arms around me, and I snuggled down, sort of spacing out against his chest as conversation swirled around me.
After a while that conversation died out, and Jean-Luc looked at me and said, "So Evan tells me you've never actually been inside Melody's."
"Nope," I said.
"You're missing out," he said.
I shrugged. "Maybe, but I get the feeling that Mr. and Mrs. J. would prefer if I didn't go in."
Although I really, really want to.
"Bet you're curious though," Jean-Luc said.
I perked up. "Like you wouldn't believe."
They all chuckled a little bit.
"I can't even begin to imagine what might go on in there. I mean I have like, a million questions, but of course it's not like I can ask anybody."
"You can ask me," Jean-Luc said. "Go ahead, ask."
I looked down, suddenly timid.
Evan jostled me a little bit.
"Marcy, if there's anyone who's not shy it's J.L."
"Okay," I said and looked up at Jean-Luc. "What do you do in there?"
"You ever had anal sex?"
I jumped out of Evan's arms so fast I actually vaulted up and over the chair arm, launching into the air, twisting, and coming down three feet away, showing that all my years of gymnastic lessons were not wasted.
"WHAT? No! I've never even had regular sex."
"What?" Jean-Luc said and his eyebrows went up. "Come to Papa," he said firmly and patted his own lap. "Never had sex? Oh yeah," he growled and patted his lap again. "Sit over here this time. Come on, gimme some sugar." He extended both arms out toward me and wiggled his fingers in a come hither gesture.
"What? Hell no."
"J.L. stop, you're scaring her."
"I'm just playing with her."
"Well stop."
Heather touched my arm, and I jumped. I didn't realize when I flew out of Evan's lap I landed so close to her chair.
I was looking from Jean-Luc to Evan to Heather trying to control my panic. I had asked Jean-Luc what he did there, but he answered my question with a question. And he pointed at Evan when he did it.
Heather touched my elbow again, she gave me a gentle tug, and I sat down in her lap. I had a feeling they were all laughing at me.
"Evan and Jean-Luc are definitely ass men," she said.
They looked over at us.
"In every way," Jean-Luc said.
"I thought only gay guys had anal sex," I said.
They all cracked up.
"Why?" Evan asked.
"Why what?" I asked.
"Why did you think that?"
"Well...well...ah...you know...ah...I thought that if there was a you know, 'down there' to put it in, that's where straight couples put it."
"God Evan, she's adorable," Jean-Luc said. "Share."
Evan shrugged. "It's up to her."
What?
My eyes bounced from one guy to another and back like I was watching a professional ping-pong game on super speed.
I thought back to Zen Sushi, 'But you get it, right?' Ut-oh.
I had a stomach tightening, heart-stopping worry that I had an inkling.
Jean-Luc stared at me, giving me serious bedroom eyes. "Most women are a little trepidatious to try back door activities."
"That IS what you meant by back door!"
They all cracked up.
Jean-Luc continued, "But once they try, most women really, really like it, maybe love it, and don't want to give it up. Some just occasionally as a treat, or some as often as they can get it. Which one are you going to be?"
I stiffened up.
For a second I stopped breathing. Oh my God, what now?
"But not all women like it," Heather said.
I twisted around to look at her.
"Do you like it?"
"Not so much."
I looked over at Evan. "That's why you go, isn't it?" Suddenly the insight was as clear as a lights flicked on in a dark room. "You go to get that one thing you really like that she doesn't."
Evan nodded.
I turned to look at Heather. "And you let him go because you love him, but not that."
Heather nodded.
"As long as I know what he's doing and where, to me it's not cheating because it's not behind my back. I don't want him to leave me, or be only 95% satisfied with me, because there's something he really likes but can't have. And I really don't like it enough to want to do it. To me it just sort of feels like having a big poop in there that I wish was out."
"Eeew."
"But most people don't feel that way. And I love Evan. If there are people who can make him happy with this one thing, and a place he can go and have it, then I want him to."
I looked from Heather to Evan and back. She was looking at him with love.
"I...ah...guess I can understand that."
"Hey, it works for us. Emotionally he's all mine."
"Okay," I said drawing the word out. "I'm still sort of trying to wrap my head around this, but I think I get it." I looked at Jean-Luc. "What's your excuse?"
"I'm freaky," he said.
I stared at him. He smiled a killer smile.
"Yeah," Heather said. "Watch out for him. Don't let that polished veneer and good looks fool you. He'll eat you alive."
"That's what I'm hoping for," Jean-Luc said.
"Anyway," Heather said, ignoring him, "I knew you didn't have a lot of experience, I mean Evan said he wanted us to help you out, telling you or showing you anything you wanted to know, but I didn't know you had THAT little experience. This whole thing is probably too much for you. We can just forget about it."
"She has to start somewhere," Jean-Luc said.
"I mean, have you even had a boyfriend before?" Heather said with scarily accurate insight. "Heavy petting, all the bases, been kissed?"
I didn't want to answer any of that.
"Listen, I know I'm young, but like Jean-Luc said, I have to start somewhere."
I slid off Heather's lap and went to kneel in front of Evan.
"I...I..."
He put his hands on either side of my face.
"I trust you," I said. "There's stuff I just can't learn from books. When you do this...ah...anal sex thing, Jean-Luc watches you, right?"
Pause. The tiniest hint of an almost smile from Evan.
"Yeah." He nodded.
"So you trust him."
"Yeah."
"I don't want to just sit here and talk, and talk, and talk about this," I said. I held my breath for a second, not even sure where to go next.
"So you know everything there is to know," I said to Evan, and paused for another second. "Like... whether it would be safe for me to be with him or not."
A hot, moist, wind blew by at that second, but I felt like it was a tsunami that raised all of our temperatures to boiling.
"I could stay around," he whispered, "make sure it's okay."
Holy fuck.
"Me too," Heather said.
I turned around and looked at Jean-Luc. He put his hands up in an 'I'm game for anything gesture'. "Whatever makes you comfortable, Marcy. I want to show you every ravishing, depraved, hot, hard, gentle, soft, loving, fast, slow, blazing perverted thing ever invented and a few that haven't been thought of yet. Whatever makes it best for you. If you want Heather and Evan in the next room, if you want Heather holding your hand, if you want to videotape it and have it as your screensaver, whatever you like, whatever you need, I'm up for it."
I tried to figure out if he was horn-dog weird or just sweet and eager. I decided on sweet and eager.
"Marcy," Heather said. "Most girls lose their virginity with a much older guy who isn't really that nice. You couldn't ask for nicer guys that Evan and Jean-Luc. I'm already sharing Evan with the girls who go to Melody's, granted, pretty much only for back door activities, but still."
She paused. I wasn't sure where she was going. I was too nervous to really think straight.
I stared at her. I twisted around and stared at Jean-Luc. I stared at Evan. All of a sudden I think I got where she was going.
"I don't think there could be a better introduction to this in the world than what you could get from these two," Heather said. "Listen, we'll do it in stages. Little bit more and more each night. I can be there the whole time."
"Any time you don't like it, we'll stop," Evan said softly, petting my hair.
"Absolutely," Jean-Luc said.
We were all silent. I heard crickets. They were suddenly incredibly loud.
"Or not," Evan said.
"You have to want it as much as we do, as I do." Jean-Luc said.
I teared up. "I want it as much. Maybe more."
Jean-Luc smiled a huge wolfish smile. I didn't know a guy's smile could get that big. "Game. On."
"Am I ah...perv? That I want Heather to watch the first time?"
"No," Evan said.
"Yes," Jean-Luc said, with a huge smile in his voice. "Freaky. I like it. Bring it on. Come here, baby."
"Chill out, Jean-Luc," Heather said. "Let's go inside."
We all got up.
"You want some water?" Evan asked.
"Yes, please." And like an entire freezer of Bryers. Nerves.
He got me a glass of water, and I drank.
"Okay, why don't you and Jean-Luc go stand over there," Heather gestured to the wall in the living room near the entranceway to the kitchen. "Evan and I will go over to the couch. And if you have any questions, just ask."
Evan and Heather sat on the couch, their knees touching. He smiled at her, and then briefly stroked her short hair. He looked down at her lips, up at her eyes, down at her lips. It was amazing to watch. I'd seen people kiss in movies, but seeing Evan and Heather together, live, feeling their energy, was something different altogether.
Then he tilted her head, moved in slowly. He gently brushed his lips against hers, and then he kissed her. I touched my fingers to my own lips as they tingled, as if I felt Evan's lips brushing me there. My mouth opened slightly of its own accord, and I kept dragging my fingers over my lips, feeling the difference in texture between the chapped dryness of my lower lip, and the moist, soft, plumpness of the upper.
Jean-Luc stepped behind me and put his hands on my shoulders. Then he opened his legs wide, so he stood much shorter, and wrapped his arms around my waist. I couldn't believe how good it felt to have him behind me, his front to my back. His body around me. As if I were protected, cared for.
"Does it bother you?" I asked. "That I'm so short?"
"No. Not at all."
"But the height difference, you have to bend over and everything."
He put his mouth to my ear, his voice husky, "I like it."
As Bevvie would say, 'Summer just got hotter.'
Heather stopped periodically to give instructions on kissing. She said to let a guy's tongue dance with yours, whatever that meant.
"Want to try it?" Jean-Luc whispered in my ear.
I gulped. God yes, and oh no.
She came over and gave me a quick hug.
"Marcy," I said.
"I made stir-fry beef and veggies for dinner," Heather said.
"Great."
"So you're the new receptionist at Melody's."
"Yup. But I've never been inside."
They both looked at me with their eyes popped out a little.
I shrugged and raised my hands up in a 'what can I tell you' gesture. "I peeked into the front room once, but it was empty."
"You ever been there?" I asked Heather.
"Twice, but it's not my scene."
"Oh."
That was the only time we mentioned Melody's.
Heather was studying to get her master's in library sciences. So she immediately went up about a thousand points in my book. As a book person I'm extremely fond of librarians. And as it turned out, Evan met Heather in a library. They both had read almost all of my favorite authors. When the conversation turned to TV and movies, I found out that they liked Star Wars, Star Trek, Breaking Bad, Big Bang Theory, and The Walking Dead.
They were also Dallas Cowboy fans. Woo-hoo.
Dinner was delicious.
Afterwards we sat on their backyard porch, and Heather served brownies she made from scratch.
I expected the conversation to turn to sex.
It never did.
At around 10:30 p.m. there was a natural lull. It seemed like I should get up and go home.
"Thank you both," I said. "This was one of the best evenings I've had in a long time."
"We'll walk you home," Evan said.
They did. They each gave me a peck on the cheek and that was that.
Kind of anticlimactic really.
I had the weekend off.
Monday, right before noon, Evan came in with Jean-Luc a few seconds behind him. Jean-Luc was roughhousing with him, bumping the side of his arm into Evan's shoulder. Jean-Luc was broader, more classically handsome, dressed in more expensive clothes. Evan had more of a sweet-sensitive intelligent air about him. Evan leaned over my desk and gave me a peck on my cheek. Jean-Luc gave me a big smile. I thought it might have a little bit of a friendly leer to it, and I wondered what, if anything, Evan had told him.
Swipe, swipe.
Jean-Luc clapped a hand on Evan's shoulder and raised his eyebrows. Evan smiled. Evan brushed his fingers over my hand. "See ya on the way out, Marcy."
"Yup."
They went in. I twisted around and watched their asses as they passed through the double doors. Nice.
I thought back to Zen Sushi. What was it that Evan had said? I couldn't remember. Something. I wracked my brain. 'But you get it, right?' No. I did not get it. What was I missing?
Hhhhmmmn.
They looked very happy and relaxed when they came out.
Jean-Luc left but Evan hovered at my desk, waiting while I swiped someone in.
"Come to our house for dinner on Wednesday?"
"Uh, okay," I said.
"Seven?"
"Sure, I guess. See ya then."
He left. I opened my book and stared at it, unseeing. What the hell was going on?
What did I want to go on?
Tuesday Melody's was dead.
Wednesday rolled around. I wore a faded Dallas Cowboys T-shirt and cut-off jean shorts to dinner. Heather served potato salad and some bean dish. The dogs sat by my feet, hoping I'd drop something. I didn't. Heather and Evan talked a lot about current events and politics, and I mostly listened. I don't know anything about that stuff. It was interesting though.
We went out on the porch afterwards.
I expected the conversation to turn to sex.
Nope.
Maybe they were waiting for me to turn the conversation to sex.
Hhhm.
And then, pretty much exactly like last time, at just around 10:30 there seemed to be a natural lull. Oh well. I looked around. Definitely that lull feeling. I stood up.
Maybe they were just trying to build, ah, rapport or something. Jeesh that could take, like, forever.
"Ah, hey guys, when are we going to talk about sex?"
They laughed.
"When you're ready," Evan said.
"I'm ready."
"No you're not."
Heather tucked a stray hair behind my ear.
"I'll be ready next time," I said.
"Maybe," Evan said.
They walked me home. Pecks on the cheek.
Well this sucks. So much for candyland.
Now that I started on this path, I wanted everything to happen right away. I wanted to learn what everybody made such a big fuss about, and I wanted to learn it now. Kiss me, teach me, ravish me, damn it!
Sigh.
Saturday morning on my way into work I saw Evan walking Cuff and Link. He was eating an ice cream pop. I stopped and rolled down my window to talk to him.
"Isn't it a little early for ice cream?" Of course this was a little hypocritical, or maybe a lot, coming from me, but he didn't know that.
"It's not ice cream, it's frozen yogurt," Evan said. "Everyone knows that yogurt is a legitimate breakfast food."
We smiled at each other and he shrugged.
It was sort of weird, this absolute trust and comfort I had around Evan. If I thought of how sometimes you had a sixth sense about someone who gave you the creeps, it was like Evan had the absolute complete opposite effect. A sixth sense that gave me the 'okays'.
He offered me a bit of his frozen yogurt popsicle, but I was worried that leaning over I might drip or spill it and get some on my dress, so I just shook my head.
"I can't stay and talk," I said. "I'm on my way to work."
"Off to the den of iniquity?"
I never understood that phrase. "Off to the den of something," I said.
He laughed, and I gave two quick toots of my horn. I closed my window and sped off. That was a nice treat.
I didn't see Evan again until Monday.
Monday Jean-Luc arrived before Evan. He hitched one hip up and sat on the corner of my desk.
"Hi, Marcy," he said and smiled a friendly smile. He had a nice smile. The button-down, light-blue dress shirt had a fancy cut that showed off his broad chest and shoulders. He had Hollywood movie star good looks and looked like he knew it.
"Hey," I said.
"What'ya reading?"
I held up my book. Janet Evanovich. "She's one of my favorites."
"Never heard of her," he said.
He leaned closer to me. My temperature spiked, and my mouth went dry. "I love to read, too," he said softly. "I think intelligence, and the ability to lose yourself in a story, is hugely sexy."
Evan came in.
"Hey, J.L., stop hitting on my girl."
"I'm not hitting on her."
"You hit on anything that moves."
"Hey, that's not true."
"You're not hitting on her?" Evan asked.
"I'm not hitting on her... yet."
"Come on, pervert, and get your ass off her desk." He leaned over and kissed my cheek. "Hi, babe."
Swipe, swipe.
"Have a good time," I said.
They both leered at me.
I stared at their asses when they walked through the double doors.
Someone cleared her throat.
"Oh my God, sorry." It was Jane, a regular who was about fifty.
"Don't blame you, those boys are fine. A little out of my age range, but fun to watch."
I blushed.
Swipe.
I buried my nose in my book. It got busy. Mostly women in their mid-twenties. Swipe, swipe, swipe, swipe, swipe.
Evan and Jean-Luc came out. They were laughing and talking. They stopped talking when they saw me. Evan bent down, his mouth near my ear.
"Dinner at my house tonight?" His voice was low and sexy.
I nodded.
"Jean-Luc's going to be there. You okay with that?"
My gaze flipped up to him. Panic.
"Just dinner?" I squeaked.
They both smiled.
"Just dinner," Evan said.
"Okay," I said.
"See ya at seven." Evan kissed my cheek, and then they were gone.
Holy crap. If him kissing my cheek was this hot, I was never going to be able to withstand lessons on how to make out. Maybe I should get a book on it or something. But of course I wouldn't be able to find a book on it between the time I got off work and had to be at Evan and Heather's house.
I decided on a bright yellow mini skirt, a loose black top, and three-inch high heels. I snuck some rum out of my parents' cabinet and had a fortifying sip. I drove the two blocks in order not to have to walk in the heels. I figured I was still under the alcohol limit and could make the two block drive okay.
I was walking up the path to their house at the same time Jean-Luc pulled up.
I waited for him.
"Hey, you look nice."
"Thanks."
I decided he might be a little more forthcoming than Evan. "You going to tell me what you do there?"
"Every sordid detail."
"Really?"
"Yeah, if you want to know."
I nodded. Yes. I wanted to know.
Evan let us in. Kiss on the cheek for me. Manly-type hug for Jean-Luc where only their shoulders touch.
Cuff and Link ran into the room. They jumped up on Jean-Luc. Standing on their hind legs they were almost as tall as he was. He laughed.
"Down!" Evan said firmly. They got down.
Dinner was home-made lasagna. Jean-Luc was some big mucky muck lawyer. Conversation mostly centered around Heather's studies. After dinner was over we all went to sit out on the porch.
There were only three chairs out there, wooden deck chairs, ones they call Adirondack chairs I think. They each sat in one, and Evan pulled me down onto his lap. It didn't seem that weird to me; whenever there's a shortage of space in a car or something I'm always the one who ends up sitting in someone's lap because I'm so small.
Conversation turned to very responsible, grown-up sounding things, something about drafts and briefs Jean-Luc had to write for work or something. Evan wrapped his arms around me, and I snuggled down, sort of spacing out against his chest as conversation swirled around me.
After a while that conversation died out, and Jean-Luc looked at me and said, "So Evan tells me you've never actually been inside Melody's."
"Nope," I said.
"You're missing out," he said.
I shrugged. "Maybe, but I get the feeling that Mr. and Mrs. J. would prefer if I didn't go in."
Although I really, really want to.
"Bet you're curious though," Jean-Luc said.
I perked up. "Like you wouldn't believe."
They all chuckled a little bit.
"I can't even begin to imagine what might go on in there. I mean I have like, a million questions, but of course it's not like I can ask anybody."
"You can ask me," Jean-Luc said. "Go ahead, ask."
I looked down, suddenly timid.
Evan jostled me a little bit.
"Marcy, if there's anyone who's not shy it's J.L."
"Okay," I said and looked up at Jean-Luc. "What do you do in there?"
"You ever had anal sex?"
I jumped out of Evan's arms so fast I actually vaulted up and over the chair arm, launching into the air, twisting, and coming down three feet away, showing that all my years of gymnastic lessons were not wasted.
"WHAT? No! I've never even had regular sex."
"What?" Jean-Luc said and his eyebrows went up. "Come to Papa," he said firmly and patted his own lap. "Never had sex? Oh yeah," he growled and patted his lap again. "Sit over here this time. Come on, gimme some sugar." He extended both arms out toward me and wiggled his fingers in a come hither gesture.
"What? Hell no."
"J.L. stop, you're scaring her."
"I'm just playing with her."
"Well stop."
Heather touched my arm, and I jumped. I didn't realize when I flew out of Evan's lap I landed so close to her chair.
I was looking from Jean-Luc to Evan to Heather trying to control my panic. I had asked Jean-Luc what he did there, but he answered my question with a question. And he pointed at Evan when he did it.
Heather touched my elbow again, she gave me a gentle tug, and I sat down in her lap. I had a feeling they were all laughing at me.
"Evan and Jean-Luc are definitely ass men," she said.
They looked over at us.
"In every way," Jean-Luc said.
"I thought only gay guys had anal sex," I said.
They all cracked up.
"Why?" Evan asked.
"Why what?" I asked.
"Why did you think that?"
"Well...well...ah...you know...ah...I thought that if there was a you know, 'down there' to put it in, that's where straight couples put it."
"God Evan, she's adorable," Jean-Luc said. "Share."
Evan shrugged. "It's up to her."
What?
My eyes bounced from one guy to another and back like I was watching a professional ping-pong game on super speed.
I thought back to Zen Sushi, 'But you get it, right?' Ut-oh.
I had a stomach tightening, heart-stopping worry that I had an inkling.
Jean-Luc stared at me, giving me serious bedroom eyes. "Most women are a little trepidatious to try back door activities."
"That IS what you meant by back door!"
They all cracked up.
Jean-Luc continued, "But once they try, most women really, really like it, maybe love it, and don't want to give it up. Some just occasionally as a treat, or some as often as they can get it. Which one are you going to be?"
I stiffened up.
For a second I stopped breathing. Oh my God, what now?
"But not all women like it," Heather said.
I twisted around to look at her.
"Do you like it?"
"Not so much."
I looked over at Evan. "That's why you go, isn't it?" Suddenly the insight was as clear as a lights flicked on in a dark room. "You go to get that one thing you really like that she doesn't."
Evan nodded.
I turned to look at Heather. "And you let him go because you love him, but not that."
Heather nodded.
"As long as I know what he's doing and where, to me it's not cheating because it's not behind my back. I don't want him to leave me, or be only 95% satisfied with me, because there's something he really likes but can't have. And I really don't like it enough to want to do it. To me it just sort of feels like having a big poop in there that I wish was out."
"Eeew."
"But most people don't feel that way. And I love Evan. If there are people who can make him happy with this one thing, and a place he can go and have it, then I want him to."
I looked from Heather to Evan and back. She was looking at him with love.
"I...ah...guess I can understand that."
"Hey, it works for us. Emotionally he's all mine."
"Okay," I said drawing the word out. "I'm still sort of trying to wrap my head around this, but I think I get it." I looked at Jean-Luc. "What's your excuse?"
"I'm freaky," he said.
I stared at him. He smiled a killer smile.
"Yeah," Heather said. "Watch out for him. Don't let that polished veneer and good looks fool you. He'll eat you alive."
"That's what I'm hoping for," Jean-Luc said.
"Anyway," Heather said, ignoring him, "I knew you didn't have a lot of experience, I mean Evan said he wanted us to help you out, telling you or showing you anything you wanted to know, but I didn't know you had THAT little experience. This whole thing is probably too much for you. We can just forget about it."
"She has to start somewhere," Jean-Luc said.
"I mean, have you even had a boyfriend before?" Heather said with scarily accurate insight. "Heavy petting, all the bases, been kissed?"
I didn't want to answer any of that.
"Listen, I know I'm young, but like Jean-Luc said, I have to start somewhere."
I slid off Heather's lap and went to kneel in front of Evan.
"I...I..."
He put his hands on either side of my face.
"I trust you," I said. "There's stuff I just can't learn from books. When you do this...ah...anal sex thing, Jean-Luc watches you, right?"
Pause. The tiniest hint of an almost smile from Evan.
"Yeah." He nodded.
"So you trust him."
"Yeah."
"I don't want to just sit here and talk, and talk, and talk about this," I said. I held my breath for a second, not even sure where to go next.
"So you know everything there is to know," I said to Evan, and paused for another second. "Like... whether it would be safe for me to be with him or not."
A hot, moist, wind blew by at that second, but I felt like it was a tsunami that raised all of our temperatures to boiling.
"I could stay around," he whispered, "make sure it's okay."
Holy fuck.
"Me too," Heather said.
I turned around and looked at Jean-Luc. He put his hands up in an 'I'm game for anything gesture'. "Whatever makes you comfortable, Marcy. I want to show you every ravishing, depraved, hot, hard, gentle, soft, loving, fast, slow, blazing perverted thing ever invented and a few that haven't been thought of yet. Whatever makes it best for you. If you want Heather and Evan in the next room, if you want Heather holding your hand, if you want to videotape it and have it as your screensaver, whatever you like, whatever you need, I'm up for it."
I tried to figure out if he was horn-dog weird or just sweet and eager. I decided on sweet and eager.
"Marcy," Heather said. "Most girls lose their virginity with a much older guy who isn't really that nice. You couldn't ask for nicer guys that Evan and Jean-Luc. I'm already sharing Evan with the girls who go to Melody's, granted, pretty much only for back door activities, but still."
She paused. I wasn't sure where she was going. I was too nervous to really think straight.
I stared at her. I twisted around and stared at Jean-Luc. I stared at Evan. All of a sudden I think I got where she was going.
"I don't think there could be a better introduction to this in the world than what you could get from these two," Heather said. "Listen, we'll do it in stages. Little bit more and more each night. I can be there the whole time."
"Any time you don't like it, we'll stop," Evan said softly, petting my hair.
"Absolutely," Jean-Luc said.
We were all silent. I heard crickets. They were suddenly incredibly loud.
"Or not," Evan said.
"You have to want it as much as we do, as I do." Jean-Luc said.
I teared up. "I want it as much. Maybe more."
Jean-Luc smiled a huge wolfish smile. I didn't know a guy's smile could get that big. "Game. On."
"Am I ah...perv? That I want Heather to watch the first time?"
"No," Evan said.
"Yes," Jean-Luc said, with a huge smile in his voice. "Freaky. I like it. Bring it on. Come here, baby."
"Chill out, Jean-Luc," Heather said. "Let's go inside."
We all got up.
"You want some water?" Evan asked.
"Yes, please." And like an entire freezer of Bryers. Nerves.
He got me a glass of water, and I drank.
"Okay, why don't you and Jean-Luc go stand over there," Heather gestured to the wall in the living room near the entranceway to the kitchen. "Evan and I will go over to the couch. And if you have any questions, just ask."
Evan and Heather sat on the couch, their knees touching. He smiled at her, and then briefly stroked her short hair. He looked down at her lips, up at her eyes, down at her lips. It was amazing to watch. I'd seen people kiss in movies, but seeing Evan and Heather together, live, feeling their energy, was something different altogether.
Then he tilted her head, moved in slowly. He gently brushed his lips against hers, and then he kissed her. I touched my fingers to my own lips as they tingled, as if I felt Evan's lips brushing me there. My mouth opened slightly of its own accord, and I kept dragging my fingers over my lips, feeling the difference in texture between the chapped dryness of my lower lip, and the moist, soft, plumpness of the upper.
Jean-Luc stepped behind me and put his hands on my shoulders. Then he opened his legs wide, so he stood much shorter, and wrapped his arms around my waist. I couldn't believe how good it felt to have him behind me, his front to my back. His body around me. As if I were protected, cared for.
"Does it bother you?" I asked. "That I'm so short?"
"No. Not at all."
"But the height difference, you have to bend over and everything."
He put his mouth to my ear, his voice husky, "I like it."
As Bevvie would say, 'Summer just got hotter.'
Heather stopped periodically to give instructions on kissing. She said to let a guy's tongue dance with yours, whatever that meant.
"Want to try it?" Jean-Luc whispered in my ear.
I gulped. God yes, and oh no.
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