Free Skin Deep by J.M. Stone

“Allie, that was summer
camp, when we were thirteen! I cant help it, it was like I went to
bed and woke up with my cha-chi revisiting the seventies!”
    Looking back, that had to have been the most
embarrassing moment of my life. Allie was rushing me to get to the
lake so we could swim with Alec Holt and Brad Sumner. I had walked
out of the bunkroom in my swimsuit, ready to go. Allie and our
counselor were standing in the living room of the cabin, and they
had frozen, mouths open, gaping at me in shock. The counselor had
turned without a word and walked into her room for a second before
returning and handing me a pair of nail scissors. She then had
pointed to the scissors, pointed to my thighs, and pointed toward
the bathroom. Even at thirteen I got the hint, and never looked
back. Bushzilla had never returned.
    Allie shrugged. “Just looking out for my
bestie,” she said. “Anyway, so when are you gonna see him
again?”
    It was my turn to shrug. “Not sure. We didn’t
really talk about it, and I don’t have his number. Come to think of
it, he doesn’t have mine, either.”
    Allie pursed her lips, looking thoughtful.
“No, but you do know where he works. We could always hit up Skin
Deep…”
    I shook my head. “No, I’m not stalking him at
his work. He called me at my work, so he knows how to get ahold of
me. And I just remembered that I’m mad at him anyway. He just
called out of the blue, ordered me around, and just expected me to
listen!”
    I was trying to work myself into a good
pissed-off-ness, trying not to think about how hot it actually was
when had done that, when Allie said, “He did give you four orgasms,
Emma.” Allie, always (not always) the voice of reason.
    Hmm. She’s right. Only it was six. Can you
say multiples? Holy shitballs, girls, they’re real!
    Shaking my head to clear those thoughts
before they made me drool and stare glassy eyed off into space, I
asked Allie what she wanted to drink. She gave me her order and I
bellied up to the bar between Willy and Billy, Willy’s drunken best
friend and bar stool neighbor for life, and ordered two sangria
margaritas, on the rocks, sugar rimmed, please.
    I fended off Willy and Billy’s questing
hands, grabbed our drinks and headed back to Allie.
    As I got close to the table I said to her,
“Okay, no more talk of Luke, who may or may not ever call me again,
orgasms, or Bushzilla. We’re gonna drink our drinks and then I
think we should go hit the drag show at Shimbots on Broad later.
Showmia Buffet is headlining and I just love her!”
    I didn’t pay much attention to Allie until I
sat the drinks down on the table and started to slide into the
booth opposite her. When I looked at her face, I noted that she was
staring wide-eyed at something. I turned my head to see what the
hell she was looking at and my eyes collided with smoky blue-grey
ones. Yikes!
    “Uh, hey, Luke,” I stammered.
    He nodded, his lips twitching, before
crowding into the booth beside me, giving me no choice but to slide
over for him. As I did, I realized that he wasn’t alone. Brandon
was shoving Allie over on her side, as well.
    “Hey, hey, ladies!” Brandon crowed, grinning
at both of us. He then reached over and without a beat, snatched
Allie’s margarita, and downed it before licking every bit of sugar
off the rim.
    “Hey!” Allie screeched. “You bastard, you owe
me a drink! I hadn’t even gotten to taste that yet!”
    Brandon leaned over and put his head on
Allie’s shoulder, giving her puppy dog eyes and sticking his bottom
lip out exaggeratedly. “Forgive me, Allie…please?”
    I snorted, trying to hold back my laughter,
but couldn’t. I glanced at Luke and found him grinning at Brandon
and Allie, and it made me feel warm inside. Which kinda scared
me.
    Luke caught my eyes with his and the smiles
faded from both of our faces. Without thinking, I leaned in and
kissed his lips softly before quickly pulling back. He blinked at
me in astonishment and I