Prologue

About six months after our honeymoon, Jess got a call.

“Oh, hi Heather, how are you?” she answered. We had spoken to her off and on since the day of the honeymoon, but we hadn’t seen her since then. Jess and I had been trying out new things in bed and we had discussed them with Heather, both for advice and because talking to her about them was a turn on for both of us.

“Hi, Jess, I’m having my high school graduation party next weekend, and I was hoping you and Aaron could come,” she said lightly.

“Oh, sure, we don’t have any plans, I think we can make it,” Jess said, slightly confused.

“Great!” said Heather, “I’ll email you instructions tonight!”

Jess was confused because Heather was seven years younger than her, and five years younger than me. In addition, we lived nearly two hours away and knew none of her friends. We were acquainted- well, correction, ‘I’ was acquainted with a few of them, but not exactly on a social basis.

That night, Jess received the email and said to the screen, “Oh, fuck ... Aaron! Come here!”