1 - Katy's Boredom
“Something’s bothering you, I can tell. C’mon spill. I’ve known you since kindergarten, you can’t hide anything from me.”
“I’m not sure how much longer I can stand the boredom.” Katy replied, “it’s the same old thing every day, he goes to work at midnight, comes home in the morning, I fix his breakfast and then he goes to bed. Some days we have sex, but only when he wants it. When we do, it’s always him on top till he’s finished, then he rolls over. I can’t remember the last orgasm I had that I didn’t give myself.”
I wasn’t sure how to respond to that. Katy and John seemed to have the ideal relationship. He made enough money that she did not have to work and could stay home and take care of their beautiful house. On the surface, they seemed very happy.
“Oh, don’t get me wrong, I love John but sometimes a little something to break the monotony would be nice.” She said.
The next thing I heard was me saying, “You need some strange.”
“What?” Katy’s voice went up about two octaves, her eyes got wide, and her jaw dropped.
“You know, you need to hook up with someone different, have a good orgasm and go home.”
She shook her head, “I could never sleep with a stranger. I just couldn’t.”
“Haven’t you ever even thought about it?” I prodded.
“I have to admit that I’ve had dreams of being with someone else, but they are just that, dreams.” She appeared to be slightly nervous with her answer, fidgeting with her glass.
“Okay, then. Who is it? Brad Pitt? Adam Levine? C’mon tell me, who is your dream fuck?” I insisted that she tell me.
“I really shouldn’t say.” She stammered, while not looking me in the eye.
“Oh shit! It’s somebody we know, for real? Tell me, who do you think about?” Now I really needed to know.
She raised her eyes to look at me. “Promise not to be pissed?”
Now we were getting closer. “Look, I’ll tell you my fantasy lay if you spill and tell me yours, but you first.” I added.
“Okay, but remember, you brought it up, not me.” She said.
I just glared at her until finally she blurted out, “Chuck.”
