Free The Perfect Someday (A standalone novel ~ Book three in The Mathews Family) by Beverly Preston Page B

“We call that a blowjob.”
    “No, no!”
    “ He went downtown?” JC screeched, her enthusiasm spiked to an all-time high. “Oh my God! Was he Cherry Garcia?”
    Growing up , the girls shared every important detail in their lives. JC was the yin to her yang. Tracy dated vicariously through her little sister.  JC categorized her boyfriends like ice cream and never had a problem divulging the delicious specifics of her dates. Vanilla was boring, Butter Pecan stood for so-so, chocolate chip mint meant the end came too quick, and Cherry Garcia ranked as a ten.
    JC leaned closer for privacy, frothing at the mouth waiting for juicy details. Tracy gnawed on the inside of her cheek, contemplating. There was no way she could admit the intimacies of her evening, not even to JC. It was going to be hard enough to look in the mirror.
    “ Oh he was Cherry Garcia, all the way, but no, no downtown.” Tracy frowned and threw her head against the back of the seat. “I wanted to stay with him. I can’t even imagine how good of a lover he’s gonna be.”
    “Judging by the kiss…” JC mocked, dragging her fingers through her hair, imitating their passionate lip-lock. “He’s going to be fantastico. What does he do?”
    “Huh?” She sat up tall, recollecting their conversation. “I don’t know. We never talked about it. I think he started to mention it, but we got sidetracked talking about Greek mythology and astronomy.”
    “ Seriously, mythology? You’re killing me, sis! And you talk about me! At least I would’ve asked what he did for a living.”
    “I would’ve asked.”
    “Umm hmm, I’m sure you would’ve. With his tongue in—”
    “ I have to explain the whole name thing when he calls too.” Tracy grasped her sister’s knee. “He will call, right?”
    “Oh yeah . I’ll give him three weeks.”
    “Three weeks?” She shrieked.
    “To be knocking on your front door!”
    The reality of the situation started to close around her. She had so many questions, so much more she wanted to know about Giovanni. She wanted to know everything about him. Hysteria mounted with her accelerated breathing. 
    JC patted her hand. “Trust me, he’ll call.”
     
     
     
     

    CHAPTER FOUR
     
    All of the stars fell out of the sky that night. After experiencing the most euphoric high she’d ever endured in her life, Tracy crashed into a bottomless pit of downheartedness.
    Giovanni never called.
    There would be no more trust. No more passionate kisses. No more feeling anything except despondent, heartbroken and lonely.
    The long flight home from Greece and the days that followed had been occupied with delirious smiles and long delicious daydreams of seeing Giovanni again. Tracy couldn’t add the lustful words to her audible vocabulary, but certainly managed to let them roll silently through her thoughts.
    The man unlocked hidden inhibitions. The freedom emanating from her soul allowed her to crave things she’d waved off until the perfect someday rolled around. Her imagination ran wild, making a list of places she planned to take him and things she wanted to do with him.
    Priorities that kept her focused, shifted, and for the first time in her life education took a back seat to her personal life. On the first day home she changed her class schedule, freeing up long weekends. She even went as far as dropping two classes to alleviate a little stress from her crammed calendar.
    The essence of liberation brimming from her spirit had less to do with Giovanni, and more to do with her newfound sensual awakening. He set fire to an entirely new magnitude of inner confidence.
    Tracy let herself step back from personal boundaries and simply listen to her heart. She shopped for a fine bottle of cabernet and a skimpy royal blue negligée that pushed beyond her comfort levels. She even purchased a set of new sheets, grey sateen cotton that would wrap up nicely next to his gorgeous eyes. The mere thought of having him in her bed made her