Total pages in book: 163
Estimated words: 164828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 824(@200wpm)___ 659(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 824(@200wpm)___ 659(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
Our salads are put on the table in front of us. “Thanks.”
I continue explaining, “So, some women, when they orgasm, squirt their come out of their pussy.”
Brooke screws up her face in disgust. “What… like a clamshell?”
Jolie and I laugh. “Yes, exactly.”
“But in porn,” I explain, “women piss while they are taking it up the ass, or they piss while they are getting fucked.”
“Why on earth would someone want to piss while they fuck?” Brooke whispers, mortified. “That’s just fucking wrong, and who’s cleaning the goddamn sheets?”
“It’s supposed to be a turn on.” Jolie shrugs. “God, Brooke, you really need to get out more.”
Brooke widens her eyes. “Obviously.”
“Anyway,” Jolie says. “He wants me to squirt on him.”
“Are you going to?” I wince.
“Yeah.” She shrugs. “Why not?” She takes a forkful of her salad. “And he asked me last night if I wanted his friend to join us in bed.”
Brooke and I stare at her, dumbfounded.
“Who are you?” Brooke holds her temples. “I can’t deal with this guy. He’s stressing me out.”
“You know what?” Jolie scoffs as she chews a huge mouthful of food. “He’s fucking hot, that’s who he is. I’m in the prime of my life, and I’m having fun while I can. Fuck it.”
“And fuck all his friends,” Brooke mutters dryly. “If you film that, I swear to God, I’m getting you sectioned in a fucking straight jacket.”
I get the giggles. This really is hilarious.
Jolie picks up her drink and frowns as she stares into it. “Oh no, a little bug just flew into my drink.”
“Scoop it out,” I say.
“Well, I can’t drink it now, it’s ruined.”
Brooke looks at her. Deadpan. “I know for a fact that you’ve had worse things in your mouth.”
Jolie rolls her eyes, and I giggle.
“So, tell us about your trip?” Brooke says to change the subject.
I swallow my food whole and it scrapes all the way down my throat. “Well.” I hit my chest to try and make the food go down. “Something happened… something wonderful.”
They continue to eat.
“Nathan and I…” My voice trails off.
They both look up from their plates, waiting for my reply.
“We… we… fell in love.”
Brooke’s fork hits the plate with a clang. “What?”
I swallow the lump in my throat. “We’ve been having these feelings.”
“Since when?” Jolie screws up her face.
“Before we went away, Nathan told me that he had feelings for me, and it kind of went from there and just happened.”
They look at each other, and then look back to me, horrified.
“Eliza, he’s gay,” Jolie says.
“N-no,” I stammer. “He’s just been with men before. It doesn’t mean he’s completely gay.”
“Eliza, honey.” Brooke takes my hand over the table me. “Don’t mistake one night of sex with love.”
“It’s not just sex. We’re in love. I thought you’d be happy for us.”
“Eliza, men don’t just turn straight one day. It doesn’t happen,” Jolie says softly.
“Well, it did.” I shake my head, disappointed in their reaction, but on some level, I knew it was coming.
“It didn’t,” Brooke says. “Babe, he’s been having sex with men for twenty years. He’s probably going to go back to wanting men. I know he loves you as a friend, Eliza. He’s mistaking the two. You can’t be so gullible as to think that you could actually hold onto him. You don’t have the equipment he needs. No man ever turns gay to straight and stays that way forever.”
I stare at her in disappointment as she holds my hand.
“Babe, he’s probably curious and he cares about you. He sleeps with you every night, and it’s confusing his emotions.”
My face falls.
Brooke squeezes my hand. “Whatever you do, you can’t fall in love with him. This is a heartbreak waiting to happen.”
My eyes well with tears, I hate that they are saying out loud my greatest fear. “Don’t say that,” I whisper. “It’s too late, I already am in love.”
They sit silent as they watch me angrily wipe away my tears.
“You know, I thought my two best friends would be happy for me to finally fall in love.”
“We are,” they say.
“But you just can’t fall in love with Nathan.”
“Why not?”
“Nathan is perfect,” Brooke says softly. “Honey, if there were any chance that this could work, I would be dancing in the streets because Nathan is the perfect man. But this is going to end badly… for you. Not him, but for you.”
I stare at her as I process her words.
“He won’t even be able to help it, Lize,” Jolie says. “He’s going to be out one night or at a conference, and he’ll have a few drinks, and some guy is going to pique his interest. You can’t pretend to be someone you’re not forever. Primal instincts don’t work that way.” She takes my other hand in hers. “I’m sorry, baby, but this is a tragedy waiting to happen.”