The ice cream is gone and its container lays on the coffee table. I’m on the couch.  My left thigh bent outward and my right leg dragged toward my chest. I’m playing with the spoon, slowly sliding it in and out my lips as I wonder if moving to New York was the right thing.

 Suddenly my phone rings making me jump. 

‘My God!’ 

It’s Lisa calling me from Paris. I’m tempted to let it ring but I would feel guilty, so I pick the phone and swipe the screen with my thumb.

“Hey there!” 

“Hey!” I reply.

“Is your laptop on?” 

“Um, no…”

“Oh, ok never mind,” she says, sounding a little disappointed – I’ll never understand why she likes that webcam so much. 

“So, what’s up baby?”

“Not much, same old. How ‘bout ya Lis? How’s Paris?”

She giggles. “The Tour Eiffel’s still here?”

I chuckle, shaking my head. “Yeah alright. Nice to hear that. And what about French boys?”

  She loves talking about men, so I give her what she wants and hopefully, she’ll be distracted enough to forget about my personal shit. I’m not in the mood to talk about my private life now, but I know she’ll ask sooner or later.

“Oh my God, there’s plenty of them! But the myth they are great lovers? Totally made up!” 

I let out a small laugh. “Serious?  Why?”

“Well, I’ve been out with two guys so far. Meaning I fucked them both obviously.” She chortles.

I grin biting my thumbnail.

“And they sucked!”  She continues. “They lasted for like five fucking minutes!  Can you believe this?  Five minutes! That’s it?”

I giggle. “Why didn’t you give them a second chance later on?”

She chuckles and sighs. “Well, the first left. And the other one wasn’t able to get it up again.” She chuckles sarcastically. “He blushed and said he suffered performance anxiety. Jeez! What the fuck?” She squeals on the other end of the phone. “That’s my luck. I just want a great orgasm for God’s sake! But no right? Of course, it’s so hard to find a man that knows how to make a girl come!”  She says sarcastically.

“Poor Lisa.” I tease her and then I laugh. “I can’t believe it. Two out of two!” I mumble.

“Damn right!” She mutters.

“Well, don’t get depressed now!” 

“Who me?”  She wails. “Not a chance babe! Ya know me!” 

“Yeah, yeah, I do.” I sing. 

“So, anyways…What about the hottie you met?” 

I knew she was going to ask me.

“What about him?” I say.

“Oh, c’mon don’t be elusive with me.”

I grumble and then I sigh. I better get this done sooner rather than later, I think.

“He tried to kiss me,” I murmur.

“Yaaaayy,” she squeals.  “Wait a sec! Did you say tried? You mean you didn’t kiss him back?”

“I mean he tried. Period.”

“So, what you mean he tried? Did you kiss him or what?” She rumbles.

I tell her in detail everything and I wait for what she has to say.

“Jeez! That’s like a movie! I can’t believe it.” She chuckles.

I turn and lay on my belly – my legs bent up behind my back. “Shut - Up!”  I squeak, not able to restrain from smiling.

“Hey, listen to me! You need to kiss that guy babe! You can tell a lot of things by the way a guy kisses you know that, don’t ya?”

I chuckle. “So, I assume you didn’t kiss the French guys you had sex with.” I promptly reply.

She chortles. “Ok, touché.”

I giggle, biting the tip of my thumb with my front teeth.

“But seriously. Don’t fret sweetie! You got nothing to lose. You don’t need to be in love to have some good sex,” she says.

“Well, that’s what I’m worried about the most Lis. I don’t know if I can do that. I don’t want to take that risk.”

“Oh my God, Grace. Just live your damn life! You’ll handle problems when they arise. You can’t give up living just because things may happen. This is life. Hello? Shit happens!” She says all in one breath. Then she lowers her tone and patiently says, “But we can get over anything and start from scratch again. Tell me, you like this guy or not?”

I slide my lower teeth on my upper lip and I pause for a second before replying. 

“I…Yeah, I think I do.”

“Then go for it!” She says with emphasis. “I already told you this. They can’t all be idiots, motherfuckers.”

I bite the tip of my thumb letting out a half grin. “I know… Maybe you are right Lisa. Thanks.”

We change the subject and talk a little more about random stuff; then we hung up and I linger face down on the sofa. My thoughts end up inevitably on what happened a few hours earlier and a tingle of lust runs through my body. My back tenses and I feel my breathing quickening. I instinctively arch my butt and I tug my leggings and panties down my knees. I can smell the scent of my own arousal and that turns me on even more. I chew my bottom lip sneaking my right into my hot panties, and when the tips of my fingers brush my folds, I’m stunned in realizing how wet I am. All my senses activate, recalling Zac’s scent, hard muscles, deep voice, handsome face, and body. I can’t help thinking about him, and vibrating tingles of pleasure rush from inside my core up to my chest.

My heartbeats go crazy and I start letting out short little gasps alternated with moans as I increase the pace of my circling, and when I understand I’m close, I withdraw my hand from my slippery core and I grip the end side of the sofa in front of me with both hands. Then I perch my crotch on the edge of the seat, and I ardently start sliding my womb back and forth. I disclose my lips feeling my own saliva slowly drooling down the side of my mouth, and I fancy it’s Zac’s. That thought makes me throw my head back, causing my hair to bounce, and as I feel the waves coming in I feel all my muscles tensing and tightening.

To avoid screaming, I bite the fabric of the sofa, groaning madly as the spasms run through my body, causing me to shudder out of control.