Текст книги "What Caroline Wants"
Автор книги: Amanda Abbott
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She made a decision.
Right then and there.
No more foolish daydreams. She wanted a quiet life with Jason. It was the only way. She wasn’t cut out to live on an emotional roller coaster. It would eventually tear her apart. Even if Piper was right and society was wrong, Caroline had too much baggage to make such a huge life change, especially one that was so socially unacceptable. She wasn’t wired that way. Her upbringing had been too strict. It wasn’t something she would be able to change even if she wanted to. She and Jace would never come out unscathed. She knew that. She loved her husband and her marriage, and she wanted to keep that whole more than one hot night of sex with a stranger.
She stood and brushed dirt from the park bench off her pants. As she did, she vowed she would double her efforts to make sure her sex life with Jace was spicy and brand new without any outside interference.
She would be the smitten kitten Jace adored.
And once she did that, she was certain her daydreams would be left behind for good.
5
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“More, Jason…yes, just like that,” Caroline panted. The moans from the porn playing in the background made her nipples harden.
She couldn’t believe she was actually seated in a sex swing.
Her legs were spread wide in the air, her feet braced in the loops. It was less of a swing and more like a harness, but her husband’s hunch that they would enjoy it had been right on the money. The freedom of movement was divine, and seeing him naked and standing sentinel in front of her, gliding her body forward and back like a pendulum, was nothing short of epically erotic.
Jace had beaten her at her own game in the make-it-new pleasure department.
He’d been fairly tight-lipped about his lunch with Michael, giving her only a few insights. But he’d confessed that he’d had an epiphany while he’d been there and was excited to “surprise” her.
She’d been game to play along.
They’d been bantering back and forth for two days, building their excitement for what was to come. During it all, Jason had banned her from entering the guest room in the basement. She’d been beyond curious about what he’d been doing down there.
Tonight the time had finally arrived to find out.
Her husband had come home early with champagne and takeout from one of their favorite restaurants. They’d eaten at the kitchen table by candlelight. Once they were done, and fully stimulated by all their sexy talk, he’d knotted a scarf around her eyes and led her down to the bedroom.
This guest room was rarely ever used. Caroline’s mother was its exclusive visitor. Genevieve Bowman preferred the big walk-in bathroom they’d remodeled down there to the smaller shared one upstairs. This was an older home, without many of the standard conveniences now found in most new homes.
Jason dropped the blindfold once he’d ushered her into the room, and she’d been amazed—and a little overwhelmed—by what she’d seen.
He’d created a private sex lair for them.
There was no better word for it.
A huge flat-screen TV had been mounted on one wall. A swing dangled from the ceiling in the middle. The queen-size bed that had been there had been pushed into the far corner, and there were mirrors on the ceiling above it. Jason had even repainted the walls a dark plum to make it more intimate.
“I don’t know what to say,” she’d stammered. Porn had already been queued up, and it was one of her favorites. The couple in this one actually seemed like they were enjoying the act, and the woman had an orgasm in the end.
“Say you love it,” Jason had said with a smile.
Remembering her decision to do whatever it took, she’d turned a mischievous grin on her husband and said, “I love it.” She’d meant it. “Let’s start with the swing.”
So there they were.
And it was amazing.
“This is so hot,” Jace groaned. “Why didn’t we think of doing this sooner?” He swung her out and pinned her back onto his hard cock. Caroline moaned along in pleasure, angling her pelvis perfectly so it fit firmly against her husband’s hard abs. The intensity of the motion made her want to shout and tears had sprung into her eyes.
It was that good.
“We didn’t think of this sooner because you don’t go out to lunch with Michael often enough,” Caroline answered. Once she caught her husband’s look of surprise, she continued with, “Don’t think…yes, please, just like that… I don’t know where this idea came from. You didn’t want to tell me, but I knew it the moment you said you had a plan that it came from Michael.” Her voice went up on the last word as Jace clapped her against him hard, her toes curling in pleasure.
Jason braced his legs apart, not answering as he guided her onto him again and again until they were both sweating. “Who cares where the idea came from?” he finally answered, stilling her by gripping her waist tightly, his fingers digging deliciously into her skin. Then he began to impale her with firm, quick thrusts from his talented hips, banging into her, causing the swing to move just enough to allow her to bounce back against him, hard.
“Ohhhh,” Caroline groaned. “There’s so much…friction. It feels so good.” She wiggled her ass, trying to get closer to him.
He thrust twice more, his hands still gripped firmly around her waist, and then he stopped, locking her in place, his cock buried inside her. He kept her nailed to him as he leaned over and took a tight nipple in his mouth and sucked.
Caroline gasped as she tossed her head back. It dangled in space with no support, her long hair swaying back and forth, adding to all the luxurious new sensations.
He broke the seal on her breast and started to swing her again, her head still arched backward. “What if I told you this was Michael and Piper’s swing?” he confessed in a low tone. “That I borrowed it?” Caroline’s head whipped up as her husband’s hands began to move the swing faster. He pumped into her. Each thrust became more frantic than the next.
“What are you talking about?” Caroline cried.
“This swing”—he thrust—“is theirs. Michael told me that sex in this had the potential”—faster—“to be mind-bending”—another thrust—“but I couldn’t find one in town”—he grunted as he brought them together hard, the sound of their bodies connecting drowning out the moaning from the porn—“so I did the next best thing. I borrowed theirs.”
“Jace,” Caroline gasped. She couldn’t think with him pumping inside her. “That’s so—”
“Fucking hot, Caroline,” he panted. “It’s so fucking hot. Seeing you spread like this with your tits bouncing in the air and your beautiful ass propped up for me is so damn perfect.” He stopped the momentum and slipped out to the very tip, barely seated inside her, and held her there.
It was divine torture.
She wriggled, trying to get closer. She needed him deep.
“But, Jace, then Michael and Piper know we—”
“Came all night long in their swing,” he agreed, plunging into her. She yelled, her voice breaking. “They do.” He withdrew, then entered her again slowly, using his hands to mold her thighs tightly around him, staring down at her. “And every time they use it, they’re going to think about us fucking in it.”
Caroline groaned at his words, dropping her head back again, giving in to the pleasure.
Jace had just sent her libido skyrocketing into overdrive by mentioning their neighbors, and she began to squirm, moving her hips in time to his thrusts, eager to climax. Caroline wanted him to keep talking, even though she desperately didn’t want to admit it. “More, Jace, just like that, please,” she said. “I’m so close.”
“You liked what I just said, didn’t you?” Jace murmured. “I know your moans, Caroline. Knowing that our friends will know you were firmly locked around my cock, getting off on their swing, got you hot. You were into this before, but now you’re on fire.” He rammed himself into her. “Admit it.”
Caroline couldn’t answer. Instead, she felt all her nerve endings start to tingle deep within her. He was right. She was turned on by what he’d said, but all she could manage was one word. “More.”
* * *
Jace had no problem obliging his wife. He would give her more of his cock and more of what he knew she craved—and he’d be happy to deliver both. After his lunch with Michael, he’d done a lot of soul searching. What got Jace off the most was watching his wife become unhinged while he fucked her. It always had been that for him. And if that’s what it took, so be it. “What if I told you”—he brought her in hard—“Michael and Piper were standing right outside the bedroom door? Listening to your screams”—he swung her out and right back onto his waiting dick—“getting ready to fuck right now to the sound of your moans?”
“Oh, Jace, oh,” Caroline groaned. “Yes! Whatever you’re doing—just keep doing it!”
His wife was too far gone in her passion to know what she was saying, and it drove him crazy.
Her head was thrown back, her breasts heaving each time he rammed into her. He wanted to lick them, but he couldn’t reach her in this position without stopping, and that wasn’t going to happen. He knew how he was going to finish her off, and he almost couldn’t wait. “I set up an intercom, Caroline. They can hear you right now,” Jace whispered as he entered her to the hilt. “Michael agreed to lend us his swing, but only if they could be a part of it.” He slowed the pace, because he knew she was on the absolute brink.
“Ahhh,” Caroline cried, shaking her head, trying to raise it, but not succeeding. “Jace…no…” Her chest expanded, her nipples quivering with her quick breaths.
Jace knew the pleasure would be too great for her to argue. “No to what, babe? No to more of my cock driving into you?” He ground himself into her, thrusting hard. “Or should I tell you that Michael promised to have his dick buried deep inside Piper when they heard your moans getting frantic?”
“Jace…I…can’t…”
“He also said the moment you come, he will, too.” Jace reached out to his frenzied wife, who was bucking against his cock, searching for her release, and laid his thumb between her legs, right at her core. He gave one hard, swift rub while he thrust into her. “He’s coming right now, Caroline. He can’t wait. You’re too fucking hot. He’s roaring his pleasure, and his dick is erupting as we speak.”
Two more thrusts, and his wife exploded around him, her body spasming hard.
He yelled as he came, right behind her, tightening his grip on her hips and grinding her to him as he ejaculated inside her.
It was sublime.
Once they were done, they were both out of breath and covered in sweat.
Then, out of nowhere, Caroline’s hand shot out and slapped him in the chest, stinging his pec. “You asshole! I can’t believe you did that!” She was trying to squirm away from him, but the swing made it impossible for her to gain any leverage.
He held her steady for a moment as he eased out of her. The porn behind them was too loud, so he grabbed the remote off the dresser and punched mute. “What are you talking about? You just had a huge, unbelievable orgasm. It was incredible!”
“First of all, none of what you just told me better be true, Jason Stratton,” she fumed. “Those were cheap shots to get me hot, right? If they weren’t, I’m moving myself into the nearest hotel while you put the house on the market. I told you I didn’t want our neighbors knowing about our sex life. I was very clear about that, so this better be a joke.”
Jace helped his wife out of the contraption. “Of course it wasn’t true,” he said. “Well, the swing is Michael and Piper’s, but I’m returning it to them as soon as ours gets delivered. I had to order it from Sweden, and it was going to take too long to get here. But there’s no intercom, and I didn’t breathe a word to Michael about what we were doing.” Another slap. “Ow! Caroline, what’s gotten in to you? We just had great sex. Who cares how we got there?”
“I do! I care!” Once she was out of the swing, she stalked toward the door, bending over on the way out to grab her clothes, slamming the door behind her.
Jace followed, grabbing his boxer briefs as he went. He opened the door. “Hey, wait a second!” he called, one leg in his underwear. But Caroline was already up the stairs.
Once he got his briefs on, he bounded up to the kitchen, where his wife was already dressed, standing in front of the fridge with the door open. She took out a carton of orange juice. He watched her grab a glass and quietly sit at the kitchen table. He walked over and pulled out the chair next to hers and sat. “Come on, Caroline, you have to talk to me. This is crazy.”
“And exactly what would you like to talk about? Hmm?” she asked, her voice as angry as he’d ever heard it. “That you believe the only thing that gets me to come is talking about our neighbors?”
Jace shrugged as he sat back. “I used what worked. I didn’t, for a single moment, think I shouldn’t. I threw out Michael and Piper, and you instantly got hotter. There was nothing wrong with that. Our sex life is still private. I have no idea why you’re so upset. We banter all the time in bed.”
She picked up her glass, now full of juice, and drained it, then set it back down. “You know, I would’ve had an orgasm without you saying those things.” Her face was set. “I was hooked into a freaking sex swing! With porn blaring in the background. Do you honestly think there wasn’t enough stimulation around me to have a great orgasm? I was almost there on my own without all the extra tidbits, and then you had to go and add other people!”
Jace grabbed the OJ carton and upended it, drinking straight from the spout. After he finished it, he set it down and tried to figure out how to soothe his upset wife. “I know you would’ve orgasmed, but I wanted it to be amazing, so I used what I thought would work the best. I’m sorry. I didn’t know it was off-limits to make things up. I was never trying to upset you. Over the last week, we’ve had great sex, and I didn’t think you wanted to go back to ordinary, so I brought up the stuff that’s gotten us heated. That’s it.”
“Ordinary? How is our sex life ordinary when I’m cinched up in a harness dangling from the ceiling?” Caroline asked, her expression amazed. “And how could you not know I was still sensitive about the neighbors after what happened with Piper in this very kitchen? It’s like you have rocks tumbling around in your head instead of a brain. I don’t need our friends thrown in my face every time we have sex for the rest of my life! I don’t care how hot it makes me. I want it to stop!”
Jace realized she was shaking and leaned forward, grasping one of her wrists. She let him, which he took as a win. “Caroline, I hear what you’re saying, and I won’t do it again if you don’t want me to. But there’s no shame in what we just did. You have to realize that. You were hot, you were horny, and you would’ve come on your own, but when I brought up other people, you went into overdrive. I like you in overdrive. The best sex we have is in that gear. I will honor your request, but I’m not agreeing with.”
Caroline yanked her hand away from him and stood, backing away from the table. “If the thing with Piper hadn’t happened, you might have a case, but it did. We can’t change that. But you brought their sex trapeze into our house! It doesn’t matter if you told them when it was happening—they know we’re using it. And now they’re free to think about it whenever they want to. This is becoming some kind of a sick Depraved Housewives, and I’m not interested in seeing the next episode!” She turned and stalked out of the room.
Jace got up and followed. “Care, wait,” he called. His conversation with Michael was at the forefront of his mind, and he needed to get it out. “I think you might be upset for an entirely different reason.”
“And what different reason is that?” She spun around, her blonde hair fanning out around her, her face still flushed from their recent activities. She looked beautiful, even angry. “My reason isn’t good enough for you?”
He glanced at the floor before meeting her gaze. “I think you’re pushing back because you like what I said too much, that maybe this is…your thing.”
“What thing?” She placed her hands on her hips.
His eyes searched hers. “You like the idea of others being in our bedroom, and it scares the hell out of you.”
6
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Caroline had been relieved Piper had canceled their lunch date the day after her wine-soaked hangover, and for the rest of the week she’d successfully dodged her calls and texts. She was still smarting over Jason’s comments about her liking what he’d said and wanting more in the bedroom, but they’d come to a tentative truce not to discuss it anymore. It wasn’t getting them anywhere to keep arguing about it.
In the end, Jace had promised not to bring up the neighbors in their bedroom, and she promised to forgive him and move on.
But there hadn’t been any time to test it, since they hadn’t had sex in five days.
“Yes, that sounds good,” Caroline said into the phone. “The order is for two hundred cards, plus envelopes. Yes. Send me the invoice once it goes out. Thanks, Ellen. Talk to you soon.” She hung up and turned back to her computer.
The rap on the kitchen door was tentative.
“Crap.” Caroline sighed. It was likely Piper. Her best friend had finally decided to call her bluff. Reluctantly, Caroline rose from her desk and padded into the kitchen. Through the window in the back door, Piper held up a carton of praline ice cream, Caroline’s favorite, and a bag from SoHo, which she knew held her favorite sushi.
“Am I welcome here?” Piper called through the glass. “I come bearing gifts.” She shook the bags. “And sweets.”
Caroline laughed.
She couldn’t help it. She’d missed her friend, and seeing her at the door made it crystal clear. “Of course you’re welcome here, Piper. Come in.” She unlocked the door, trying not to feel guilty that she’d been locking it, and ushered her friend into the house.
“Oh my goodness, Caroline.” Piper breezed through the short hallway and into the kitchen. Once she was there, Piper threw the treats on the counter and pulled Caroline in for a big bear hug. “I had horrid visions all week of you never letting me back in again. I’ve had nightmares where I sneak over here and you’ve painted all the windows black and don’t answer the door, and when you finally do answer, it’s some strange old lady who looks like a cross between Carol Burnett and Rosie O’Donnell. She answers the door and yells at me to get the hell out of her sight, all while shaking her fist in the air and using curse words that would make a sailor want to call his mother and apologize. Not fun at all.” She let Caroline go reluctantly. “It’s so good to see you, and doubly good you let me in. I’m grateful.”
Caroline had hugged her friend back, and now she felt even guiltier that she’d locked Piper out all week—not only out of her house, but essentially out of her life. It wasn’t Piper’s fault Caroline felt the way she did. Or that she was still struggling to come to grips with her daydreams. “I’m glad to see you, too. Let’s sit at the island. I’m starving.”
“I got your favorite, it’s the zesty crunch roll.” Piper retrieved the SoHo bag and began to unload the containers onto the counter. “After we stuff ourselves with sushi, the plan is to cry into the praline ice cream together until we’re all out of tears.”
“Why are we crying?” Caroline asked, getting out two plates and a bottle of soy sauce and bringing them to the island.
Piper took the ice cream to the freezer. “Um, because I was in attendance during a very intimate time between you and your husband, which is why you’ve been avoiding me like the plague all week. And, I’m telling you right now, we’re going to get through this—but in order to do so, we’ll have to dig deep into this carton of joy”—she shook the ice cream—“and cry our eyes out until there’s nothing left. But when it’s all said and done, we’ll be best friends again. That’s how all this works.” She set the ice cream in the freezer and shut the door. “And if that doesn’t do the trick, I’ll just bring over burgers and brownies for lunch tomorrow, and we’ll try it again.”
Caroline chuckled as she pulled out a stool. “There’s no need to keep plying me with treats. This will work. I just needed…some time to process everything. It had nothing to do with you and everything to do with me.”
“Puh-leeze. I should have known better than to let it get that far, so I’m going to be the first one to apologize.” Piper sat down, immediately plucking out the to-go chopsticks, tearing the wrappers off, and handing a set to Caroline. “I should never have shared so much with you in the first place. That was rule break number one. I’ve been on a sexual odyssey for years. I’ve coped with my fair share of guilt and self-loathing along the road, but during our chat I boiled all that hand-wringing and self-doubt down to nothing. I made it sound like it was so easy! Like everyone could do it! And if they didn’t choose to step over society’s sexual line in the sand, they were stupid for not trying. That was so wrong of me. This is a serious topic, and I should’ve treated it as such. I hope you accept my sincerest of apologies.”
Caroline popped the cover off her sushi and contemplated Piper’s words. “Piper, I’m a grown woman who can think for herself, and it doesn’t matter how you spun your story the other night. You could’ve said unicorns and rainbows sprang out of your hoo-ha every time you had sex and I still should’ve shown restraint. I acted like a child who wanted a piece of candy immediately and would have had a tantrum if I didn’t get a piece. It was totally my fault.”
“Hoo-ha?” Piper chortled. “I think we’re well beyond hoo-has and straight on to vaginas. Or, at the very least, we can call them what they are—divine pleasure centers. And you acted appropriately. You’re not to blame. We were drunker than skunks, and we got there very quickly. I should’ve kept my big, fat mouth shut. You’re not me, and I’m not you. What we want, and how we prefer sex, is an extremely personal choice, and it’s not up for discussion after this. I purged, you listened, and now we leave it alone. My preference would be that we pretend that night never happened. It was a wine-induced hallucination and nothing more. I wish I had one of those memory-erasing things like they had in Men In Black. If I had one, I’d use it.” She mocked holding something in her fist and aimed at Caroline’s head. “Poof. Now it’s gone, and we go back to our normal, blissful selves.”
Piper was one of a kind.
Caroline took a bite of sushi, and while she ate, she thought about agreeing with Piper and just letting the discussion go, never to be brought up again. That would be the easiest. But the warring feelings inside her thrummed against her chest, the truth needing to get out one way or another.
If she couldn’t trust Piper with this, who could she talk to?
But instead of saying anything, she got up and went to the cupboard and took out two water glasses, setting them on the island, and then headed to the fridge. Over her shoulder, she asked, “Do you want regular water or seltzer? I also have soda or juice.”
“Regular water is fine. Just make sure there’s no alcohol in it.” Piper snorted. “No need for a repeat performance of what got us here in the first place. I’m not mentally ready for round two yet.”
“Me neither. Water coming up, the wine stays put.” Caroline pulled a ready pitcher of filtered water out of the fridge and poured them each a glass. She handed Piper hers and took a sip of her own before she sat back down on her stool and picked up her chopsticks, clicking them together absentmindedly. “So”—she directed the sticks at another sushi roll—“what if I told you I didn’t want to let the conversation go? That I don’t really want to forget about what happened here the other night?” Then she conveniently popped another roll into her mouth so she wouldn’t have to answer for a minute.
“Huh?” Piper said, taking a swig of her water, her head angled at Caroline. Then she coughed and had to pound on her chest. When she was more composed, and could get the words out, she sputtered, “What did you just say? I don’t think I heard you right. You want to continue this conversation?”
Caroline swallowed, but couldn’t help grinning at her friend, who was still trying to clear the errant liquid out of her lungs. “Maybe I do.” She took a sip of her own water. “I’ve got something to tell you.”
* * *
Jace couldn’t focus on his work. All he could think about was his wife. She’d been distant all week. They’d talked about what had happened with the swing a little more and had come to an agreement. He wouldn’t bring up other people again, and they both promised to move forward.
Caroline had insisted she was fine, but he knew better.
They hadn’t had sex in days. He’d tried to coax her down to the basement bedroom to try out the bed with the mirrors, but she’d mumbled some reason or another for why she wasn’t up for it.
What Michael had said about not being able to go back to ordinary was beginning to plague him. He’d made a promise to Caroline not to infuse anything extra into their lovemaking, but he couldn’t help thinking that the next time they had sex it would be stale, both of them knowing what it could be, but neither of them mentioning it.
That could be the first nail in the coffin.
He ran a hand through his hair right as his phone rang. He plucked it up, hopeful it was his wife. “Hello, this is Jason Stratton.” A regular customer from Nebraska was on the line, an old farmer who bought from the company regularly. “Oh, hi, Buck. Yep, I can check on that, no problem. I’ve been just fine, and so has the missus. I’ll tell her you said so. Yep, the weather is nice up here. Let me check on that shipment, and I’ll call you back within the hour.” He hung up.
Jace had to find a way to busy himself with work so he wouldn’t call Caroline again. He had already tried her twice in the last hour, but she wasn’t answering. It wasn’t like her, and he couldn’t imagine she was drunk in the kitchen with Piper again. But it was only two hours until quitting time. He just had to get through the rest of the day. It was Friday night, and he’d just made reservations for a nice dinner date out. Once he got home, he’d convince her to go out, and once they got there he’d beg her to tell him what the real problem was so they could fix it.
They had to get back to some kind of normal—he cringed—soon, or it was going to make him crazy. But, truth be told, he’d do anything to keep his wife happy—even if it was ordinary.
* * *
“Run that by me again.” Piper rinsed her hands under the faucet. They’d finished lunch and were cleaning up. “You’re scared of what, exactly?”
Caroline had decided to trust Piper and confess everything that had been swirling through her mind this week. As well as last week. The feelings inside were wearing her out, and this wasn’t something she could confide to Jason—yet. She wanted to get it all sorted out in her own mind before they had that conversation.
It had taken her a few tries, but she’d just finished describing her explicit daydreams to Piper, along with all the emotions and feelings she’d been grappling with every time her mind had wandered in that direction. “What am I not scared about?” Caroline finally answered. “I’m terrified of everything. I just told you I wanted another man’s lips on my…body. It’s all I can think about! Each time, the daydream gets a little raunchier. It’s making me feel like an insane person.”
“Okay, stop right there.” Piper held up her hand. “If this isn’t time for the praline ice cream, I don’t know when is.” Piper walked purposefully over to the fridge and yanked open the freezer door, then plucked two spoons out of a drawer. Caroline adored that Piper felt so at home here. When Caroline was at Piper’s house, she usually deferred to Piper, never feeling like she could take charge in another person’s kitchen comfortably. “We’re eating this straight out of the carton, too. I don’t want to hear any arguments.” Piper slid into her seat next to Caroline’s at the island and handed her a spoon. “Eat first, then we’ll talk you through this.”
Caroline obliged her friend and dug her spoon into the ice cream.
She was happy to have a few minutes to get her thoughts back in order. She’d basically blurted everything out in one long breath. Piper must think she was unhinged. Or, like her mother would say, depraved. Caroline spooned a cold, creamy bite into her mouth and sighed.
So sweet, and so very needed.
Piper was a genius.
After a few more scoops, Piper lowered her spoon and crossed her forearms. “Okay. So I need you to be extremely clear with me here. You only want to have sex with your husband, right? Meaning his penis is the only penis for you?”
Caroline nodded and felt a blush rising on her cheeks.
“But in your fantasy, you watch another couple go at it first, but in order to come, you need a little extra something-something from the gallery?” She put her fingers together about an inch apart. “Just a little.”
“I guess.” Caroline gave a noncommittal shrug. “But, honestly, I think I may have spoken a little too prematurely. It’s not sitting right with me now that I’m hearing it relayed back to me. I think I made a mistake by making this a big deal. Daydreams are just that—dreams. They don’t need to be made into reality. Plenty of women and men have dreams that they never act on. I’m being silly even bringing this up. Just forget I said anything. This is so embarrassing.” She waved her hand and dug the spoon back into the carton.
Piper shook her head. “You’re not being silly at all. That’s your guilt talking. But I get it, I do. If it makes you feel any better, I don’t think you’re ready to jump into anything…yet. But I have to tell you”—Piper lifted her own spoon off the counter and dipped it back into the ice cream—“what you’re telling me you need is very small on the ‘experimental level’ of sexcapades. If you decide you want to try something like that down the line, and can work through some of the emotional issues ahead of time, my suggestion is to go and watch only. Come home, see how you feel. Remember, baby steps are key—super, tiny, cute baby steps. That’s the ticket to sexual happiness, and don’t forget it.” She popped the spoon into her mouth and licked her lips. “Mmm, this ice cream is so good,” she said around a full bite. “How did I not ever try it until I met you?”
