Free Forever After by Miranda Evans Page B

into the plaza?”
     
    “What?! Get fucking real! Damn, what a world. I don't see my best friend for more than a month and then when I can finally get her to come out for a drink or two, that dickhead has to come and try to fuck it up again!”
     
    Crystal stirred her whiskey and Diet Coke and took another sip and the bartender came up and motioned to Leah.
     
    “What can I get you?” he asked.
    “Oh, just a water please.”
     
    Crystal’s eyes looked furtively from her drink to Leah as she put   down her glass.
     
    “A water? No.....no, Bartender? She'll have a mojito and I'll have another one of these.”
     
    The bartender nodded and went to mixing the drinks.
     
    “Crystal, I don't really want to start drinking this early in the day.”
     
    “Oh just have a couple. I mean I never see you anymore and now that you're out....and besides, you look flustered as hell. You just need to relax a little bit.”
     
    “Fine, I'll have a couple.”
     
    Two drinks turned into three. Well, it turned into three for Leah. Crystal was on her fifth drink. By this time the conversation began to get a bit looser. Leah had virtually no tolerance and probably wouldn't have had a single drink if she hadn't seen Charles and then been reminded of her inexperience with sex. And now she was a bit tipsy. This caused her to ask something that she would have never brought up had she been sober.
     
    “Crystal, how do you please a man in bed?”
    “Oh wow. Well, I'm glad you came to me, but it really isn't as difficult as it sounds. I mean they're MEN, you know? They have a dick and you just gotta get the juice out in the most effective way possible. We're far more complex than them. If you can get yourself off, you can definitely get a guy off.”
     
    “Err....sure.”
     
    “Oh yeah, I forgot, you don't like to flick the bean. Well it doesn't matter. That's a conversation for another day. Now listen, I've found that the best way to make a man come is to start with a little bit of oral.”
     
    “Ugh, I hate oral.”
     
    “That's because Charlie was a grotty pig whose dick probably smelled like limburger cheese. Now when you're down there, don't listen to all that stupid Cosmo shit. Just get as far down as you can and use plenty of spit. Douse his pubes in saliva until he starts moaning. Then he'll throw you on the bed and all you need to do is spread your legs and let him do what he's going to do.”
     
    It wasn't the best piece of advice, and even though Leah wasn't as sexually knowledgeable as Crystal, she still knew that there had to be more to it than that. And still, just getting a guy off didn't necessarily mean that she would enjoy having sex. She was confused and a bit forlorn and the drinks weren't exactly helping.
     
    Just then, a man walked upstairs to the outside bar and sat down on the other side. Crystal and Leah took notice of him right away. He must have been in his late forties, but he didn't have an aged look. On the contrary, it was as if his age suited him perfectly and made him even more attractive. He probably was marginally good-looking for the first thirty years of his life and then as age began to set in, like many men, he filled himself out perfectly. His hair was salt and pepper – but not like a lying politician. More like an esteemed actor who may or may not have had a former role as a doctor on a hit NBC drama.
     
    His face and arms were tanned; not the kind of even, overall tan you get from lying lazily in a UV bed though. This was the skin tone of a man who seemed to work outdoors with his hands. And though he was at some considerable distance, it was still apparent to Leah that his hands were big and muscular. But this salt of the earth appearance was at odds with his dress. He wore a very fashionable vest and his long-sleeved shirt was rolled up to reveal his muscular forearms. His khaki pants fit perfectly and showed off his muscular thighs, indicating that he spent some free time in the