Naughty New Year

“And Adam is just right there?” she asks for clarification.

“I’m on the sofa here. Liam is here. And Adam is there,” I say pointing. I try to give her a visual of our placements in the living room.

“So, what happened?” she screams, literally on the edge of her seat.

“He lifted my dress and licked me like a sundae!”

“Maggie! No way! How was it?”

We’re so loud, yelling and laughing, I wouldn’t be surprised if her nosey neighbor came knocking soon. That makes me think of Jeff, and I silently debate if I’ll even tell Beth about him.

“It was good. Like, really good. I can’t say which of them had the better head, but as soon as I came, Liam carried me to the bedroom, and his,” I hold the cucumber up for reference, closing my eyes as if recalling the most amazing experience.

“Maggie! I’m going to fall out of this chair! So, Adam just stayed in the living room?” She begs for details.

“No … Well, yeah … at first. Me and Liam were going at it on the bed, and I mean going at it. He was so fucking horny after seeing me come twice. I thought he was gonna explode.” My words are spilling out of my mouth now, talking a mile a minute.

“Oh, God! Maggie, you know I’m on a drought. I can’t handle this.” Beth bites her bottom lip so hard it turns red and I fear she may draw blood.

“Beth, it was so good, and we were fucking missionary! I might have come again. I came so much I lost count. Anyways, Adam comes in the room, and I’d wanted to suck him off since the bathroom episode, so when Liam flipped me over I all but dove into his lap.”

My body is heating up as I relive the intensity. I can feel them as deeply as I did last night, grabbing and pulling like there wasn’t enough of me to go around.

“So, you’re like full on train now?” she asks, her eyes wide with shock and I feel the moment of judgment I feared.

“Yeah,” I barely answer, my voice scared of her reaction.

“God, I love that!” Beth practically moans her response, and I shriek in disbelief. She was serious about bringing two guys home!

“I was scared to tell you, because I thought you might judge!” I admit, relieved by her candidness.

“Look, we don’t have secrets, but we do have omissions.” She pauses before waving her hand, silently instructing me to co

ntinue with the story as she refills our glasses in such a rush that the red wine splatters onto her marble counter.

“So, we do that, and then we switch, and Liam is so fucking aggressive. He’s fucking my mouth.”

Holding my hands to the side, I try to re-enact his movements, thrusting my hips as he did. Beth giggles and we both bust out in laughter.

“Why is obstruction of breathing so fucking hot?”

“Beth! I came from that alone. Well, it’s hard to say, because Adam was fucking me hard at the same time. The moral is – it was fabulous.”

Throwing my head back, I decide that’s enough. Like she said, we can have some omissions in our friendship. For the next hour, we enjoy dinner as Beth randomly asks every question that comes to her mind about my night; well, what she knows of it. When it’s all said and done, Jeff remains a secret, while I happily reveal every detail about Liam and Adam.

“I’m glad you had a … how can I put this … adventurous and exhausting vacation,” Beth teases as we take turns loading our dishes into the dishwasher.

“Yeah, it kind of picked up at the end.” Sticking my tongue out, I hand her the silverware.

“But I have some bad news,” she says, poking her lips out. I know she’s been holding back whatever she has to say all night.

“What? Tellme.” I grip my hips, trying to think of what she could possibly say before the words leave her lips. Maybe it will soften the blow if I’m prepared, but nothing comes to mind.

I’ve seen my apartment, so I know it couldn’t have burned down while I was away. I drove here, so my car hasn’t been stolen. Taking a deep breath, I prepare for the news while Beth hops to a bar stool before sliding onto it.

“Missy called,” Beth begins, mentioning my boss, so I know it involves work.

“Did she fire me?” I blurt out.