Hot In Here. Susan Lyons
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“Guess he saw something in me.” She gave one of her patented slow-mo head tosses, like out of a shampoo commercial.
The other girls laughed.
“Yeah, I guess that would do it,” Suze said. “Men do go nuts over hair, don’t they? Jaxon is always twining mine around his fingers.” She winked. “And other places.”
“I wouldn’t know,” Ann said, running her fingers through her tawny brown hair. She wore it in one of those short, practical styles that was almost androgynous. But her fine features and big hazel eyes were purely female, and the hairstyle suited her. So, though she’d never believe it, did the dusting of freckles.
“Nor me,” Rina said. “There’s long hair like Jen’s and Suzie’s, and then there’s my Medusa head.” Her black hair was a tumble of uncontrollable curls. Pretty, though. She had that just got out of bed look guys found so sexy.
“Both of you have great hair,” Suzanne said.
“Enough with the hair,” Ann said. “Get back to the story, Jen. So, you flipped your hair and Mr. February grabbed you by it and dragged you off?”
“Yeah, pretty much. We made it just outside the back door of the Caprice, then he kissed me and we both lost it.”
“Tell me you did not have sex in a back alley.” Ann sounded horrified.
“Not exactly.”
“Come on,” Ann said, “give us the specifics.”
“Man,” Jenny complained, “you sound like a lawyer sometimes.”
Ann just raised her eyebrows.
“Tell us, Jen,” Rina prompted. “You’re dying to, I know it.”
And so Jenny did, closing her eyes as she remembered. Scott cupping her butt, her skirt hiked up…“I was really close to coming, and he knew it, and he moved just exactly right, pressing that big hard-on against the crotch of my thong, and…and I came. And it was great.”
“Wow, even through clothing.” Rina sighed.
“I’ve never been so turned on before.”
They all stared at each other a moment, then simultaneously reached for their wineglasses.
Their waitress, an attractive woman with laugh lines and gray streaks in her blond hair, came up to the table. “Have you ladies decided what you’d like?”
“More,” Jenny murmured.
“I want what she had,” Suzanne said, straight-faced, then burst out in giggles.
“You get it all the time,” Rina said. “I’m the one who needs it.”
“And I want a double helping,” Ann said. “It’s been so long since I had any.”
By now they were all laughing hysterically.
The waitress frowned. “Sorry, I didn’t catch that. What did y’all want?”
That made them laugh harder.
Ann was the first to pull herself together. “We’re sorry. You came in at the end of a very good story.”
“Good?” the waitress echoed, scanning their faces. Then she winked. “I get it. A sexy story. Sorry, ladies, ’fraid that’s not on the menu tonight. But our mashed potatoes are sinful, and save room for the chocolate lava cake, it’s the second-best thing to sex.”
“Could be first best,” Ann said. “Depending on the man.”
That set them all off again, and the waitress joined in.
A few minutes later, they’d all managed to order. The seared ahi for Jenny and Ann, a trio-of-salmon sampler for Suzanne and plain grilled salmon with lemon for Rina, the perennial dieter.
“No mashed potatoes for me,” Rina said.
“Give them to her,” Jenny told the waitress. “We’ll eat them. And we’ll need an extra helping, too.”
After the waitress had gone, Ann said to Jenny, “So you’re saying you never actually had sex with Mr. February?”
“Did anyone hear me say that?” Jenny demanded, looking around the table. “I just gave you the appetizer. Now I’ll tell you about the main course. You see, he has this big truck—”
“Of course he does,” Rina broke in. “It’s a firefighter rule: you have to drive a truck.”
“And you know this how?” Suzanne asked.
Rina shrugged. “Ever walked past a fire hall? Seen what was parked in the lot?”
Jenny, who rarely blushed, could feel her cheeks heat at the thought of what she’d done in her Jeep in the parking lot of Scott’s fire hall.
“Okay, so he has a truck,” Ann said. “And I’m assuming the truck figures into the story, so carry on. I can’t stand the suspense.”
Jenny did, and her voice must have gotten loud in a couple of places because the girls kept hushing her, even as they leaned forward with sparkling eyes.
When Jenny finished, Suzanne nodded enthusiastically. “Oh, yeah, it’s fantastic when it’s so hot and hard and fast, isn’t it?”
“Incredible!” Jenny agreed.
Ann and Rina exchanged glances. “We’re so happy for you,” Rina said dryly.
“Your day will come,” Suzanne said. “It did for me, and now it has for Jen.” She turned to Jenny. “So, are you seeing him again?”
“Jeez, don’t you want dessert?”
“Excuse me?”
“I gave you the appie and the main course, don’t you want to hear about dessert? I swear, it’s just as sinful as chocolate lava cake.”
“You did it again?” Now it was Rina—normally the quietest of the Foursome—whose voice had Suzanne and Ann hissing, “Sshh.”
“See, the thing is, I never got around to interviewing him.”
“At least you had your priorities straight,” Suzanne commented, her shoulders shaking with laughter.
“Bet on it, Suzie Q. So anyhow, I went to the fire hall on Sunday afternoon.”
“You had sex at the fire hall?” This time Rina remembered to keep her voice down, but she was leaning so far across the table, her face was only a couple of inches from Jenny’s.
Jenny shook her head ruefully. “Yes and no. We were so close. He was about to—” She paused, remembering Scott’s swollen dick, poised at her entrance. The way he’d eased back and she’d held her breath, anticipating how fabulous that first thrust was going to feel. The memory made her ache with need. It wasn’t just hot-day sweat that was gluing her capris to her crotch. “And the fire alarm went off.”
“It didn’t!” Ann said, as Rina, eyes wide, exclaimed, “Oh, no!”
“That’s just so Backdraft,” Suzanne added.
“Except in Backdraft, they actually got to finish the act before the fucking alarm rang,” Jenny said with disgust. “Real life obviously needs a screenwriter.”
“So what happened?” Rina said.
“He put that gorgeous dick back in his undies, I pulled my pants up, then there were giant men running all over the place and I almost got trampled.”
“Well, they did have a fire,” Ann pointed out, grinning.
“I was fucking burning, too,” Jenny grumbled. “And I had to put that fire out myself.”
“You masturbated in the fire hall?” Rina hissed.
“No.”