Chapter 2

“It’s okay, I’ve always thought you were crazy,” he interrupts, which earns him a playful punch on the arm from me.

Nervous at first, but with a deep breath of courage, I charge ahead and lay it out for him. “A few months ago, I was reading an article in a medical journal that says the reason women tend to feel really good following sex is because male semen contains serotonin and oxytocin. Both of which are natural anti-depressants and are immediately absorbed into the walls of the vagina. Oxytocin is actually known as the love hormone. Imagine that, with sex, you guys give us all-natural, human-produced, feel-good drugs. Isn’t that just the coolest?”

“Yeah, it is! I never knew that.” Josh’s face lights up, clearly liking the direction of this conversation.

“So, here’s where my wild ass thinking gets crazy. If the cum from one guy can make a woman happy; what would the cum from, say ... ten guys or twenty do?” Biting my lip, I lower my voice, “Call me weird, but it’s kind of a fantasy of mine to be bound and blindfolded and have a bunch of guys lined up, peckers hard, and waiting their turn to fuck my pussy till they shoot-off. I would not know how many there are, just one big, long, orgasm.”

Josh sits back taking this in.

“I know, I know,” I backpedal. “It’s super-crazy ... Just stupid, sex-depraved thoughts I’ve had. Forget I—”

“No, it’s perfectly fine, Heather,” he puts his calming hand on mine. “Who hasn’t thought about multiple people having sex with them at one time or another? I know I have! One of my fantasies is to be a cool-ass rockstar in a band like Five Finger Death Punch or Metallica and have three or four hot groupies do me at once.”

Smiling at him for understanding, I’m relieved I’m not the only one to have such crazy sexual fantasies. I squeeze his hand, “But seriously, back to reality. I can’t believe I’m actually saying this, but I could totally use a shot of your special, feel-good, stuff ... if you’re up for it, that is?”

Josh has a really cute farmhouse on the edge of town, complete with a small red barn out back. Inviting me in, I can smell he’s cooking something fantastic. Remembering my love of Italian food, he’s prepared basil butter sautéed shrimp served with cheese stuffed ravioli smothered in marinara sauce along with a toasted garlic loaf. Mmmmmm!

After dinner, I thank him with a well-deserved hug for preparing such a fantastic meal. Dishes put away, we move to the front porch to unwind with a couple of glasses of red wine - not too tart and just the right amount of sweet, exactly the way I like it. I better be careful, or I might start falling for my best childhood buddy, and, hopefully, soon-to-be bed buddy.

Not that there’s anything wrong with that as a possible future, but before I think about settling down, I want to live out a couple of fantasies, things I feel I missed out on by marrying so young. Okay, so maybe the multiple guys lining up to screw me is a bit far-fetched. Honestly, that was more beer-talk than anything, but I do have other, more realistic goals I can entertain. Tonight, I just want some nice, no-strings-attached, feel-good sex with my best childhood pal.

Needing to stretch my legs, I ask Josh to show me his house. I think he knows it’s my nonchalant way of asking him to show me to his room, and what he keeps in his pants.

Since I’ve already seen most of the first floor, we head upstairs. The house has three bedrooms, but two doors are shut tight. “We’ll have to skip these,” Josh explains. “They’re a huge mess right now and the last of my overall house renovation project I’ve been working on for the last couple of years.”

“Well, you’ve done a wonderful job on everything else,” I compliment him.

At the last door on the right, my host leads the way. “And here’s where I sleep.” His master bedroom is extremely nice, very comfy, homey, and traditional; I love the huge King-size four-poster bed. Sitting down, I rub my hands over the soft comforter inviting Josh to sit next to me.

Awkward about how two platonic friends should start making out, I take the lead and put my hand behind his neck and pull his face to mine. Lips touching, this is a good start. Josh reciprocates and pulls me to him; now the passionate kissing begins. It’s been so long since I’ve had a man so physically close, simply feeling his warmth and his breath on me is sending tingly feelings all the way down to my toes.

My excited nipples are already hard as his hand accidentally brushes over my left breast, I’m sure he had to notice it poking out. Unsure if he should touch me this way yet, he rests his hand on the bed. Picking up his wrist, I slip his hand under my shirt so he can cup my bra. Lip kissing leads to extending our tongues to allow the two to become acquainted by letting them intertwine and dance to their own waltz.

He helps me lift my shirt over my head, and I help him undo the buttons to remove his. Slowly we bare ourselves in a close embrace feeling the warm, gentle, skin-to-skin contact as only two people can.

“Josh?”

“Yeah?”

“Before you get any further undressed, how do you feel about tying my hands to the bedposts and blindfolding me?”

“I can, but don’t you wish to see me?”

“I do, but I want to get to know you with my other senses first. Believe it or not, I will form a very intensely erotic vision of you in my mind by touch only.”

“Okay, but I hope I won’t be a disappointment when you see me with your eyes.”

“Somehow,” I slyly grin looking at his toned shirtless physique up and down, “I don’t think that’ll be possible.” Without overthinking the situation and risking changing my mind, I quickly remove the remainder of my clothes. Josh’s eyes grow wide at his first views of certain private parts of my body. “Don’t worry,” I assure him, “you’ll have plenty of time to check everything out to your heart’s desire.”