Hot In Here. Susan Lyons

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СКАЧАТЬ hot-day sweat that was gluing her capris to her crotch. “And the fire alarm went off.”

      “It didn’t!” Ann said, as Rina, eyes wide, exclaimed, “Oh, no!”

      “That’s just so Backdraft,” Suzanne added.

      “Except in Backdraft, they actually got to finish the act before the fucking alarm rang,” Jenny said with disgust. “Real life obviously needs a screenwriter.”

      “So what happened?” Rina said.

      “He put that gorgeous dick back in his undies, I pulled my pants up, then there were giant men running all over the place and I almost got trampled.”

      “Well, they did have a fire,” Ann pointed out, grinning.

      “I was fucking burning, too,” Jenny grumbled. “And I had to put that fire out myself.”

      “You masturbated in the fire hall?” Rina hissed.

      “No.” Jenny giggled. “In my Jeep in their parking lot.”

      “You didn’t?” Suzanne’s eyes were gleaming. “Oh, my God, that’s just too funny.”

      “I wonder if poor Scott jerked off in the back of the fire engine, with the siren blaring?” Ann asked.

      And then they were all howling with laughter again.

      Their waitress delivered dinner. “You gals are having way too much fun.”

      Once they’d all taken a few bites of fish and the waitress had left them, Jenny turned to Rina. “What about you? Weren’t you going out on Saturday night?”

      “With who?” Suzanne demanded.

      “This guy named Al. His niece is one of my clarinet students and I’ve met him at a couple of recitals.”

      “So how did it go?” Jenny asked. “Was he hot?”

      “Uh…not exactly. Not like the firefighters. But he’s not bad.” She seesawed a hand. “I’m not sure what I think. It wasn’t instant chemistry, but we went to a movie and had coffee after, and it was nice.”

      “No sex?” Jenny asked. “I thought the whole point was sex? You got so horny seeing the firefighters, you needed a guy of your own?”

      “I’m not going to have sex with someone just to…scratch an itch,” Rina said tartly. “I need to feel, you know, really into him. Connected.”

      Jenny picked up her wine glass and sipped as she thought about what Rina had said. With Scott, had she been scratching an itch? If so, it was one he’d created. And yeah, she’d definitely been into him.

      “Are you seeing Al again?” Ann asked Rina.

      “Next weekend.”

      “Speaking of next weekend,” Suzanne said, “I’m taking Saturday off work at the clinic and flying down to San Francisco.”

      “That’s great,” Ann said. “You’ll see Jaxon’s new apartment.”

      “Find places to have sex in San Francisco,” Jenny added with a wink. “Think you guys can do it on the Golden Gate Bridge?” Suzanne and Jaxon were renowned for making out in public places.

      Suzanne smiled, but it was halfhearted. “I’m nervous.”

      “About screwing on the Golden Gate?” Jenny teased.

      Suze rolled her eyes. “No, you idiot. He’s got all these plans for Saturday. I told you about how he and his friend coach basketball for underprivileged teens? Well, he wants me to come to the game.”

      “And you hate basketball?” Jenny asked.

      “No, I like it, and it’d be fun watching Jaxon with the kids. But I’d meet Rick, and he’s a double whammy. Jaxon’s oldest friend and the guy whose law firm he just joined.”

      “He’ll love you.” Ann reached over to squeeze Suzanne’s hand.

      “I hope. And that’s not even the worst. We’re going over to Jaxon’s mother’s for dinner.”

      “Ooh, Suzie, this is sounding serious,” Jenny said.

      “It was so much easier before we started down the love path. When it was just me and him and the Champagne Rules. Sex, and nothing else.”

      “Easier but less rewarding,” Rina said. “The two of you have a chance at something special. It’s so romantic. Maybe you’ll build a life together.”

      “Where?” Suzanne said. “San Francisco or here?” Then she clapped both hands to her temples. “Damn, I’m doing it again. Focusing on the problems, not all the great stuff.” She turned to Jenny. “So, how about you and Mr. February? What’s his name again?”

      “Scott Jackman. And what about us?”

      “Are you going to see him again?”

      “You left the guy with a hard-on,” Ann teased. “Don’t you owe him something?”

      Jenny spooned more potatoes from the second-helping bowl in the middle of the table. “I dunno. He never got my phone number.”

      “You know where he works,” Ann said.

      Yeah, point taken. A modern Western woman wouldn’t think twice about picking up the phone to call a guy she was interested in. Jenny toyed with her fork.

      “The question is,” Suzanne said, “do you want to see him again? Or was it just a fun fling with Mr. February? So that, next year, when you look at the calendar, you can say to yourself—” She broke off.

      “That guy’s been inside me?” Jenny finished. “I don’t know. I don’t even know if I like him. So far all I’ve learned is that he looks great wet, and it’s like spontaneous combustion when we get together.”

      “Sounds good to me,” Ann said.

      “Yeah, but I can’t see it going anywhere. For me to connect with someone, I have to be able to talk to them.”

      “How do you know he can’t talk?” Suzanne asked.

      Jenny shrugged. “Firefighter? How many guys with brains go into a job like that?”

      “You’re stereotyping,” Suzanne said.

      Ann tapped a finger on the table. “True, but let’s face facts. How often d’you get physicality plus brains? Jen, here’s an idea.”

      “Okay, tell me.”

      “You always pick intellectual guys, but it sounds like the sex is better with Scott. Yes?”

      “The orgasms are better. He’s hotter. I’m not sure he’s any more skilled.”

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