Sex and the Social Network (9 page)

“Oh, that sucks. Sorry to hear he’s sick. Can I see you before I leave tomorrow?”

“Um, I don’t think so, Nick. I’ll probably have to take him to the doctor and won’t have anyone to watch Isabella and Alexa. But I had a wonderful time and it was great catching up.” My voice was shaky; I had to leave before I changed my mind.

I leaned in for a quick hug and gave him a peck on the cheek. Before he could say an
ything else, I left the hotel and hurried down the street. My car was only a few blocks away, still parked at the restaurant. I used the time to take deep breaths and thank the powers that be for having Don text me when he did.

As I drove home, I thirsted for some fresh air. I opened the windows, allowing the wind to wreak havoc on my tousled hair. It’d taken me an hour to tame my wild locks for the evening. But now with just a little wind—and more than my share of drama—it was totally out of control, just like my life. I tied it back, but left the curls untethered. It was analogous to my life. I couldn’t return to the tumult of involvement with Nick. The truth was, though, there was a part of me that was aching to run to him.

The next day after I dropped off Arielle at preschool, I headed straight to my yoga studio. I was teaching three classes, and I was grateful for the distraction. I felt lucky to be able to make some money doing something I enjoyed so much.

My body was one of the few things in my life I was actually happy with. But not for nothing, I worked hard to maintain it. On top of all the yoga I taught, I ran several times a week, often participating in local 5K or 10K races, and I spent countless hours on my bedroom floor doing crunches and planks. So yes, I had a hot body, but I earned it.

After I locked up my studio, I headed to Whole Foods to pick up some groceries. My cart was filled with all the skinny girl essentials: lots of organic fruits and veggies, fresh fish, organic chicken breasts and the like. I decided I was going to try and make a new dish that night: pesto over pasta with a green salad on the side.

Arielle and I spent the afternoon cooking and baking together. She loved helping me, and it was a fun way for us to spend time together. We made penne pasta, a chopped salad, and for dessert, we made Aaron’s favorite: double fudge brownies. I even bought a pint of Häagen-Dazs so we could eat them a la mode.

Aaron was due home at seven o’clock, so Arielle set the table, tore up the baguette, and placed it in a basket like my sweet little helper. She was excited that we’d made such a fancy meal for Daddy. At seven fifteen, Arielle started whining that she was hungry. She normally ate by 6 p.m., so I wasn’t all that surprised. My marriage was coming undone, and I had been silly enough to think a
nice meal would help glue us back together a bit.

By seven thirty, I gave up. I caved and let her eat. I picked up my phone and saw that Aaron had texted me a few minutes before:

Tied up at the office. Eat without me. I won’t be home till late.

“Goddamnit!” I shouted and threw down my phone. I looked up and saw Arielle had tears shimmering in her eyes. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. Mommy shouldn’t curse.”

“Where’s Daddy?” she asked.

“He has to work late, sweetie. He said for us to eat without him and that he was so sad he couldn’t make it tonight. He’s proud of you for helping Mommy cook, and he can’t wait to try our yummy food.”

Arielle’s tears turned into a heart-melting smile. I realized if he
had
actually said those things, I’d probably be smiling too. Instead, every time he did something like that, I felt myself pulling farther and farther away. I understood he had to work late sometimes, but not once was there an apology or even a little notice. Family time and our relationship seemed meaningless to him. So, too, were my feelings.

For the last of couple years, I had felt myself pulling more and more away from Aaron, but until now I’d had nowhere to go. Now, when he pushed me away with his thoughtlessness, he was driving me right into the arms of Tyrone.

Arielle and I delighted in the dinner and dessert we had “expertly” prepared.

“You’re so yummy, Mommy.” Arielle gleamed with brownie crumbs all over her mouth.

I kissed the crumbs off her face, and her laughter was the sweetest sound in the universe. After a quick bath and a bit of story time, my baby girl was fast asleep, dreaming sweet dreams in her Pottery Barn garden-themed bedroom.

I had avoided logging on to Facebook all day. I knew if Tyrone hadn’t emailed me, I’d be sad. I honestly didn’t think I could handle any more disappointment that day. So I turned on the TV, but after I’d flipped through all five hundred channels and determined that nothing was on, I pulled my iPhone off of the nightstand and opened Facebook’s virtual treasure chest. I smiled when I saw Ty had sent me an email a few hours prior and asked me to say “hi” on chat if I was around. It was like he was waiting for me, needing me, ready to cater to my every desire. I couldn’t resist.

JULIA:
Hey, Ty. I just got your message. How was your day?

TYRONE:
It was good. Better now that I get to say hi to my favorite cougar.

I immediately felt better; all the stress of my day seemed to melt away.

TYRONE:
I missed you today.

JULIA:
I missed you too. I get turned on just thinking about you.

TYRONE:
My mouth is watering, thinking about lapping up your juices.

JULIA:
I want that BAD. And then I want you to fuck my face.

TYRONE:
Oh, sugar lips, just the idea of your moist mouth gets me so hard.

TYRONE:
I’m going to email you a picture of what you do to me.

I sat in my bed with my head propped against a billow of satiny soft pillows. In my hand, I held a picture of Ty’s beautiful dick. It was hard and long and thick, just like he’d promised. I bit the side of my tongue and ran my hand down my body. I closed my eyes for a moment and imagined how he would feel inside of me.

JULIA:
Holy shit, Ty. Your cock is fantastic. You might be too big for me!

TYRONE:
LOL, you’ll love it.

JULIA:
Seriously, Ty, that is the biggest, most delicious looking cock I have ever seen.

TYRONE:
It’s yours if you want it, sweetheart.

JULIA:
I’m not sure if it will even fit!

TYRONE:
Don’t worry about that. After I make out with your pussy for an hour, you will be soaking and I’ll slide right in. We can take it nice and slow if we have to.

JULIA:
Goddamnit, now I’m horny again. I might have to pull out my vibrator.

TYRONE:
Ok, doll, but you know my talents are far superior to any toy you have.

JULIA:
I’m sure….

TYRONE:
D-cells are no match for my tongue. You'll be riding my face and screaming like you’ve never cum before. You’ll squirt so hard, you’ll soak the sheets.

JULIA:
I’d love that. I haven’t cum like that in years, not even sure if I still can.

TYRONE:
Then you’re in luck. I am a master at cunt-lapping. Never met a woman I couldn’t get to squirt. You just need a man to spend time learning how to play your body like the finely tuned instrument it is. You’re a Stradivarius, you are.

That was it: the straw that broke the camel’s back. My body was dying to feel that again, the buildup, the waves of pleasure that racked my body till it surrendered and released in a flood of fluid. I didn’t think there was any turning back at this point.

JULIA:
Holy shit, for real? You're not just saying that because you want to have sex with me?

TYRONE:
Oh, I want to fuck you, don't get me wrong, but I really am a master, and you’re so sexy I’m dying to taste you.

JULIA:
OMG, every time you say stuff like that I get so wet. My pussy starts to pulsate just thinking about what you’re going to do to me.

TYRONE:
You know we need to see each other soon.

JULIA:
I’m still fighting it, but your words are starting to unravel me, little by little.

TYRONE:
Stop fighting it, Julia. I know we will be together. If it’s not today, it’ll be tomorrow. If not tomorrow, it’ll be next week or next month. At this point, I have no doubt about “if.” It’s just “when.”

Tyrone didn’t text me on Saturday, so by the time Sunday night came around, I was aching to hear from him. Our relationship had gone from light flirtation to a desperate need in just a few short days. My heart skipped a beat when I got his text.

TYRONE: Hey, beautiful, I want to hear your voice. Can I call you?

JULIA: Sure. Aaron is out and my daughter is asleep. Call me in five.

I ran into my kitchen to get a glass of wine. When I got back to my office, my phone rang; I almost dropped it, I was so excited to hear his voice. We were one step closer to being t
ogether.

“Hello.” I tried to sound upbeat.

The sexiest voice I have ever heard said, “Hi there, beautiful.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see my heart thumping rhythmically beneath my shirt. Ty’s voice sounded better than I could have imagined, and I had to sit down. I was almost hoping he’d have some weird, high-pitched voice so I could stop being so drawn to him. No such luck. Just the thought of him and the sound of his voice made me lick my lips.

“Hi, Ty,” I said when I finally gained my composure again.

“Did you have a good weekend?” he asked.

“Yeah, nothing too exciting. Just the usual, went to the park with my daughter, did yoga, ran some errands. I love your voice, Ty. It’s smooth and deep. You should be on the radio.”

His laughter was music to my ears. “Funny, I hear that all the time. Thanks, beautiful. I love hearing your voice too. I can just imagine your voice after I make you scream.”

“Have I mentioned that I am really loud?”

“Ha ha. No, you haven’t, beautiful. Do you think you could be quiet while I banged you in my office?”

“No way!” I answered emphatically. I was loud in and out of the bedroom.

“Good, because I want you to be loud, to scream with all the pleasure I’m going to give you.”

Our online chemistry definitely translated to the phone. I did my best to ignore the throbbing between my legs. “So tell me more about yourself, Ty. Where did you grow up? Where did you go to school?”

“I grew up in East L.A. and went to USC on a football scholarship. Now I work as a pha
rmaceutical rep.”

“I bet all the doctors, nurses, and office staff love you. You flirt with them all, don’t you?”

“Yes, of course I flirt with them all.” He laughed deeply and I loved the sound. “But I don’t want to talk about them. I’m dying to get my hands on you, Julia. You’re everything a guy like me is looking for. You’re hot, sexy, and funny.”

“And you’re smart, charming, and gorgeous. Where were you fifteen years ago?”

“I don’t know, but I’m here now.”

We both laughed at the same time again.

“Ever since we met, you’ve been all I can think about, Julia. I'm dying to feel those beautiful lips of yours. I bet you're an amazing kisser, passionate and deep.”

“Yes and more yes. Tell me more, Ty.”

“What are you wearing, sugar lips? Are you wet?”

“I’m soaked and I’m wearing a thong and a little see-through night shirt.”

“Mmm . . . that sounds sexy. I’m going to stroke myself tonight thinking about you lying there in your skimpy thong.”

“That’s hot, Ty. How often do you masturbate?”

“It’s hard to say, really. But I get off at least once a day, one way or another.”

“I’m not surprised since you’re such a sex fiend.”

Ty laughed at my comment. “So Julia, how often do you take care of yourself?”

“I don’t know, maybe once or twice a week, and we have sex about once a week.”

“Shit, that’s it?” Tyrone sounded surprised.

“Yes, that’s it. Believe me I wish it was more.”

“Darling, no matter what, you should have at least one orgasm a day.”

“Ha ha! Is that a fact, Dr. Ty?”

“Yes, it’s a medical necessity. I'm going to write you a prescription for getting banged once a day. By me.”

I got tingly just thinking of that. “That’s some medicine I could get used to.”

“Julia, once we unleash this, there is no way I’ll be able to go a whole week without having my hands all over your hot body.”

“How would we even do this, Ty?”

“We’ll meet at a hotel during the day or when you’re supposedly out doing yoga. Or we’ll meet in the evening and I’ll fuck you all night long.”

“How am I supposed to go back to Aaron with a straight face after you’ve had your cock in me for hours?” That part really scared me.

“Because you're a good actress.”

“Damn, how do you know that about me?”

“Because the life you’ve described to me is all a little bit too perfect. The only way you have endured it is by pretending you love it.”

Ouch. He was right on the money. I was continually amazed by his insight. “Ty, you are absolutely right.”

His voice suddenly got lower. “Darling, I want you to explode for me. Slide two fingers inside your velvet playground and imagine they're mine.”

His words made me tremble with pleasure; my insides quaked with the sound of them. Whatever Ty wanted me to do, I wanted to do it. “Okay, Ty. Tell me what to do.” I felt like a teenager, excited and naughty at the same time. Here I was, forty years old and about to have phone sex for the very first time.

“Julia, close your eyes. I want you to imagine knocking on the door to my apartment. As soon as you walk in, I’m going to carry you to the bedroom. I’m going to kiss you from head to toe before I even say a word. Then I’m slowly going to pull down your skirt, so I can bury my face in your sweetness. While I'm licking your pussy, I'll slide a finger inside you and press on your G-Spot; with my other hand on your ass until you’re dripping wet.”