Picking Up the Pieces (Pieces, #2)(39)

“Aroused Amanda,” I laughed, gesturing to her name tag. “I love it. It’s definitely . . . you.”

“Damn right it is. And I have Shane to thank for that. He does the hottest shit sometimes, I swear to God. The other day he started jerking off while he was fingering me. So f*cking hot. Not kidding.” We both glanced over at Trish, knowing her reaction would be priceless. I couldn’t be sure, but I thought she might pass out. “Anyway,” Amanda continued, “I told him to stop and f*ck me, but he just said no. You believe that shit?”

“God, I’m so jealous. Dan would never do that,” Steph said. “He barely makes any sound at all when we have sex. Sometimes I don’t even know if he’s alive. When we first got together, I had to ask if it was even good.”

“Ask if it was good?” Amanda furrowed her brows incredulously. “Even bad is good to guys.”

For once, I kept my comments to myself. Though I'd hung out with them a few times before, I wasn’t that close to Amanda’s co-workers, and I didn't want Steph to think I was passing judgment on her or Dan.

Trish had finally decided on the name Trashy Trish and she stuck the nametag to her shirt. I watched her eyes widen at the possible consequence of attaching such a name to herself. “So what happened next, Amanda? Are you gonna finish your story?”

Maybe the name was actually starting to loosen Trish up a little.

“Hell yeah, I’m gonna finish my story,” Amanda said enthusiastically. “He climbed on top of me and kept one of his hands between my legs and the other around his dick. He got me off and then came all over my stomach.”

Trish had taken a seat on her couch to steady herself. “He did what?” On second thought, maybe the name hadn’t loosened her up after all. “Why would he do that?”

Lately, I had resorted to living vicariously through Amanda and Shane’s sexcapades, and this one was exceptionally great. “What do you mean, why? ‘Cause it’s totally hot, that’s why,” I answered for her.

“I’m just . . . I don’t know. I don’t usually talk about this stuff. I think I need a drink.” Trish ran an anxious hand through her dark hair and headed for the kitchen.

“You’re probably gonna need more than one,” Amanda yelled behind her.

Once everyone had their drinks and snacks and was settled into their seats in the living room, the “sexpert” began her introduction. “I want to thank everyone for coming. I’m Deviant Dana,” she said, pointing to her name tag, “and you’re in for some fun tonight.”

“Hell yeah we are,” Amanda yelled as Steph and Danielle cheered like drunk fans at a football game. They were all so crazy. It baffled me that they all worked for an accounting firm. Who knew number nerds could be so rowdy?

Deviant Dana continued her speech, pointing out all of the benefits Trish would get for hosting, including a percentage of all sales to put toward her own purchases, as well as special clit cream, which was only available for the host—making it that much more intriguing to the rest of us. Dana passed around a few innocuous items: some lotions, massage oils, and shaving cream. We smelled, rubbed, and even tasted.

“Okay, Dana,” I said. “These are okay, but we didn’t come here for this. Where’s the good stuff? I want that,” I said, pointing to a vibrator with moving metal balls inside it.

“We’ll get to that,” Dana said. “I promise. First, I’ll give you a chance to try out the clit cream I was talking about earlier, and you can all look through the catalogue while we take a break.” She pulled out a tiny bottle that had what looked like an eye dropper inside it and explained how to use it in a sanitary way so that we could all try it if we wanted to. “Only use one drop, though, no more. It’s really strong,” she warned us. “Now, who’s up first?”

Danielle’s hand shot up as she rose and snatched the bottle from Dana’s hand, heading upstairs enthusiastically.

The rest of us took some time to peruse the toys in the catalogue and make a wish list. “I definitely need a vibrator. That’s for sure,” I said.

“I told you that last year,” Tina pointed out.

“Yeah, well, I certainly didn’t need one last year,” I countered.

“Why? What happened last year?” Trish asked.

How do I explain this without sounding like a complete slut?

“She banged two guys at once,” Amanda blurted out.

Nope. Definitely not the way I would have explained it. “Well, not at once,” I clarified. “I mean, not at the same time . . . together. I was kind of dating both of them. Well, maybe not dating both of them. Dating one, and just having sex with the other.” Shit, Lily, just stop talking.

Trish’s eyes had grown wider as I spoke. Clearly my explanation was no better than Amanda’s. “Two guys?” Trish asked incredulously.

Had she known me last year, she wouldn’t have been so shocked. “Well, yeah, but it’s not as bad as it seems.” I thought for a moment about what I’d just said. “Actually . . . maybe it is. But I learned my lesson, trust me.”

“What happened?” she asked, concern in her voice.

“I screwed up,” I said simply. “ I hurt them both. And hurt myself." I could feel the sadness moving through me. "That’s why I’m here. I’ve been in one hell of a dry spell and I could use a little relief,” I added in an effort to lighten the mood as I flipped through the pages quickly. “What are you guys getting?” I glanced over at Amanda’s list, which already had about fifteen items on it.