My Dirty Secrets 3.2 - Sex Stories

My Dirty Secrets 3.2

... girl, and she's hard to resist at times. I promise if girls were my thing, she'd be my type!

We managed to get dressed and sat in the living room three beers into the evening, waiting uneasily until it was time to leave. Jules had made some cheese sandwiches and had a tube of Pringles, so we had something in our stomachs. It must be nice being perpetually 13 years old, eating cheese sandwiches, and having stuffed animals on your bed. I was jealous of her in some ways. I had always rushed to grow up and never really enjoyed being me. My life was alright, but I'd never had both beer and fruit roll-ups in my grocery cart at the same time. I was enjoying this stolen part of my past as it mixed with my present.

"What time is Ben coming?" I asked pejoratively.

"He's not unless you want him to," she said, munching on chips.

"Maybe call him and see if he'll be around, ya know, just in case," I said, hearing my own words, unable to stop them.

Jules called Ben, and after some thinly masked conversation about Ben's sexual needs, she explained our plans.

"He's going to be home; he said to call him anytime," she said, hanging up.

Even at this moment, when I was lamenting the loss of my youth, I was planning to bring an adult into our fun evening. If it weren't for Jake, Ben was fun. Fuck, what was I going to tell Jake? I'd run the possible conversations repeatedly in my head, and none made sense. He was a good-looking man. He wore work boots like my husband ...

... and still had his single-guy clean jeans for going out. I'd had to hide a pair of Nick's for occasions where ripped, burned, and stained jeans just wouldn't cut it.

Jake had worn a ballcap that wasn't stained and was curved just right. I always loved how a nice ballcap fits a man. They must have pulled some guys out of school for a few days to learn how to bend their cap bills perfectly to cover their eyes just enough and still look proper. He even wore a flannel shirt that looked like he may have ironed it. I definitely had a type. I loved a working man. They were my weakness.

We finished our beers and headed to the bar. My stomach was tied in knots; I couldn't help but be terrified. The parking lot was not nearly as full tonight, so we circled so Jules could pick the best spot. I never understood the micro rituals she had for everything.

As she pulled into a spot, I grabbed her hand.

"What the fuck am I doing?" I asked.

"Whatever you want, and fuck anyone else, mama," Jules said plainly.

I liked it when she called me mama or lady. It was odd because I didn't have kids, and I wasn't her mama, but she made it work.

"There he is!" I said, pointing at Jake.

He was walking to the door, and before I could stop her…

"JAKE!" Jules yelled. "Hey, Jake!"

This is the girl I chose to be my best friend. She was making that girl who used to eat boogers and paste in Sunday school look pretty good as a choice as far as friends go.

"Oh my God, Julia," I ...