Page 30 of Sipping Seduction
I’d just gotten comfortable when Pete the Dog decided he’d rather snuggle with us than resume his position on the hardwood floor. With no warning, he jumped on top of Frannie and turned in a circle.
I reached for him at the same time her eyelids flew open. “Get down, beast.”
“What’s going on?” Her eyes were wild, like she’d been pulled from a deep, peaceful sleep. “Where’s the dog? He chewed up my vibrator. He shouldn’t be allowed to sit on the couch.”
“He what?”
She couldn’t be fully awake. Not if she was talking about her vibrator.
Her eyes widened even more, and a scarlet flush spread up her neck and over her entire face. “Nothing. I must have been having a weird dream.”
“A dream where the dog ate your vibrator?” I asked.
She rolled her eyes and pulled the quilt up under her nose. “So weird, right?”
I could have let the conversation go, but I’d been curious about the damn thing since I found it. “Do you even own a vibrator?”
“What kind of question is that, Evan?” The scarlet color changed to a deep red.
“I was just wondering. You’re the one who brought it up.”
“Because of a weird dream,” she insisted.
“Yeah, well, guys wonder about stuff like that. I figured with you being my best friend and all, you’d be a safe person to talk to about it.” I wasn’t lying. Guys did talk about that shit. I just hadn’t had a conversation with another guy about vibrators since shortly after I enlisted in the Army. The exception being my talk with Miller earlier tonight, but that didn’t count.
“What do guys wonder?” She kept her gaze averted like she was afraid to look at me.
“We don’t have to talk about it if it’s going to bother you.” With Pete the Dog back on the floor where he belonged, I lifted Frannie’s feet again and sat back down.
“It’s not going to bother me. We’re both adults, aren’t we? If you can’t talk to your best friend about sex stuff, who are you supposed to talk to, right?”
“Right. You know, you can ask me questions too if you want. About what guys think and stuff.”
“Sounds like a fair trade.” She lowered the quilt but still wouldn’t meet my eyes. “What do you want to know about vibrators then?”
Frannie and I used to joke about stuff all the time back in high school. No topic was off limits, and I’d tease her until her cheeks were as red as the Honeycrisp apples that grew on the trees in my parents’ backyard. But since I’d been home from overseas, our conversations hadn’t strayed beyond the friend zone.
“Well, one of the questions my friends and I used to think about was if girls preferred sex with a real guy over a toy.” I leaned into the cushion, my hands still resting on top of the quilt covering her feet and waited.
“I guess it depends.”
That was a fairly disappointing answer. I didn’t really care about other girls. I was only interested in Frannie’s answers. “What about for you?”
“You want to know if I prefer sex with a real guy over getting off on a vibrator?”
“Sure. That seems like a good icebreaker question,” I joked. The odds of her giving me a straight answer were zero to none. She could talk her way out of any situation.
“Well, it’s different. I wouldn’t have sex with someone I didn’t care about, so sex with a guy is all about the connection. The benefit to getting down with a toy is knowing it’s a sure thing.”
Geez. I’d expected her to give me an answer that didn’t reveal any personal information. Hearing she’d never have casual sex didn’t surprise me at all, but the sure thing comment did. “Does that mean you don’t always get there when you have sex with a guy?”
I was pushing limits that I’d already tested. Hopefully, she wouldn’t blow me off.
“Most women don’t get there every single time.”
Talking about sex with Frannie had every part of me engaged. Seriously, like every single part. Not only did I need to be careful about not pushing her too far, I also needed to make sure I could handle hearing about her experience with other guys. I’d never been super jealous, but I’d also never had a real shot at Frannie. My spidey senses warned me to proceed with caution.
“How often do most women get there, would you say? With a real guy.”
