Free The Trouble with Lexie by Jessica Anya Blau Page A

married and never kissed another man besides Peter in her life. And now they were in an elegant room at the Inn on the Lake (Daniel had already secured the room, he told Lexie, as he didn’t want to deal with rush-hour traffic into Boston where his condo was, and he didn’t want to deal with his soon-to-be-ex-wife at the lake house) and Lexie was completely naked. How she got from one kiss to naked was both mystifying and understandable. It was like saying you were going to take only one spoonful of chocolate mousse when mousse is your favorite dessert and you think you need to diet.
    Lexie knew she sounded like a middle schooler—the only words she’d uttered in the last forty-five minutes were oh my god and oh my god. Currently, Daniel’s face was between Lexie’s legs in what Amy called “the signature move of a man in his fifties.” Amy, who had dated many men in their fifties, found that every singleone of them was ready, willing, and skilled at oral sex. “Maybe it’s a way to compensate for a dick that isn’t as hard as it used to be,” Amy had wondered aloud one day. But Lexie had felt what was going on down there with Daniel and it didn’t feel much less solid than what she’d experienced with Peter.
    â€œYou know I won’t have sex with you,” Lexie said.
    Daniel came up for air. His face was dewy and damp, even with the haze of whiskers. “Isn’t that what we’re doing?” He winked.
    â€œI mean intercourse.”
    â€œOkay.” Daniel spoke as if he had never intended to go that far. Lexie felt embarrassed.
    â€œI mean, were you going to try that?”
    â€œTry that?” Daniel remained poised between her legs. He stuck one finger on the essential spot and flicked a little as they spoke.
    â€œIntercourse.” Lexie could barely get the word out, as the finger continued the work the tongue had started.
    â€œWe’re two adults here. I wasn’t going to try anything. Whatever we do is up to us together.” Daniel removed his hand and waited for Lexie to look at his face.
    â€œOh, right.” Lexie laughed, embarrassed. “I’ve only been with three people.”
    â€œIncluding me? So only your fiancé and someone else?”
    â€œNot including you. So you’re the fourth man who has seen my open vagina.”
    Daniel leaned down like he was looking through a speculum. He brought his head up again. “Well, I feel very sorry for the billions of men and women on the planet who have never, and probably will never, get to see a sight as lovely as this.”
    Lexie laughed. “How many have you seen?”
    â€œVaginas?” Daniel scooted up and pulled Lexie’s body into his, suctioning them together.
    â€œYeah, how many people have you been with?”
    â€œI’m fifty-three and I’ve been married for twenty years.”
    â€œUh-huh.”
    â€œI first had sex when I was sixteen. So, between sixteen and thirty-one when I met my wife . . . I don’t know. Maybe thirty people?”
    â€œAm I your first affair?”
    â€œI’ve never had an affair. We’re separated. But yes, yours is the first vagina I’ve seen since I laid eyes on my wife’s.”
    â€œHow’s your wife’s compared to mine?” Lexie wasn’t feeling competitive. She wanted to know what to look forward to, or dread. Would her labia be a mess of flappy, sea-creature wings when she hit fifty?
    â€œHers is fine. The thing about vaginas is this: Unless there’s a strange smell, or a strange sound, they’re all wonderful.”
    â€œSo that thing you said about feeling sorry for all the people who wouldn’t meet mine—”
    â€œYours is especially wonderful.” Daniel kissed her. His mouth smelled oatmeally and tasted a little tangy.
    The kissing led to more sliding around and suddenly Daniel had sliced inside Lexie. She jerked back, unlocking