The Sunday Arrangement (31 page)

“Why
do you want to do this though? I don’t understand your motive.”

“My
mother didn’t just kill herself, Lauren. She was driven to it by our fathers
and I want them to pay for what they did, for taking her away from me.”

“How
did they kill her though? What did they do that pushed her to that mindset? I’m
trying to understand where you’re coming from . . . why you feel this way,” I
said empathetically. True, neither of us had had a very present, very active
father. But did we really need to pull the plug on everything they’d worked so
hard for?

“You
really do know nothing of what went on. You should go speak to your mother
about it—she would know even more than me. Even though I have a vendetta
against our fathers, I don’t want you making any rash decisions. I’ve thought
about this for a long time, and I know this is what I need to do for myself.”
He abruptly left the room, ending the conversation and stopping me from asking
any more questions. Perhaps he was right; I needed to talk to my mother and
really try to understand what was going on.

~*~*~*~

A
couple of days passed and soon it was Thursday. We were having lunch—decent
hamburgers from a stand not too far from the office. Pierce was distant with
me. It seemed the more I got to know about him, the farther I got pushed away,
and yet he still did things that made me think he wanted, at the very least, to
be friends. He took me on that mini-vacation a few weeks ago, and he still showed
me hole-in-the-wall places to eat that I wouldn’t have discovered on my own. I didn’t
know how to break through his walls. Every time I got through one layer,
another was added.

As
we ate, the silence in the room was heavy. I tried to think up something we could
talk about on neutral ground, but we had already discussed the food. I could
think of nothing else that would carry a conversation for more than a few one-word
answers on his part.

Later,
back at our temporary offices, he said, “There’s something I need to talk to
you about.”  

Inwardly
I sighed with relief. “What is it?”

He
got up and closed the double doors to the conference room so that his
assistant, who had a desk just outside, couldn’t hear. I looked at him,
wondering what was coming.

“This
coming Sunday is mine, correct?”

I nodded
and crossed my arms.
Is he calling it off?
But no. He had other plans. “I
want to have anal sex with you, if you’re comfortable with that.”

I leaned
back in my chair. I’d never tried it before. I came close once with my last
boyfriend, but ended up chickening out after my friends told me horror stories
about their first experience. Pierce waited for an answer. “Have you done it
before with other girls?” I asked.

“Yes,
but I want to do it with you.”

I
felt somewhat at ease knowing that he knew at least a little bit about what he
was doing. “I haven’t ever tried anything close to that before. You’re going to
have to go slow with me.”

“I
can do that. So are you okay with doing it or should I think up something
else?”

“I
want to try it, so I’m willing to do it.”

“Good,
we’ll still plan for Sunday evening?”

“Yes,”
I said. How would I even prepare? Suddenly an old friend from college popped into
my mind. Her nickname in school was Backdoor Penny; she was the only girl in
our group who enjoyed anal sex—at least she said she did. She also had been
saving her first time with vaginal intercourse for when she was married. I
didn’t really see the point, but I’d never been a religious person and she was
to some extent.

After
Pierce got back to work, I decided to see if Kat was online. We hadn’t really
spoken since we had been together, but I was hoping that asking her for advice
would break the ice a little bit. Maybe it could be like old times again. Before
she became a lesbian, she had experimented with all kinds of men. Different
positions, different locations. I knew she would know what to say about my
current concerns about taking Pierce’s penis from behind.

As
soon as I sent her an e-mail, my screen lit up with her reply.

Kat: What’s up,
friend? Long time, no talk.

Me: I’m doing well,
and sorry. I know I’ve been awful. I’ve been swamped working on this damn
casino. Right now, I’m simply trying to keep my head above water.

I
leaned back in my chair and waited for her response.

Kat: Don’t worry
about it. I think we both needed a little space after our last time together.
But what’s up? Anything on your agenda for sexual Sunday or whatever you kids
call it?

Me:
Funny you should mention that . . .

I
took a deep breath as I typed. For some reason, I was embarrassed asking for
advice about this. Shouldn’t I have done this by now? Shouldn’t I be more
experienced? I shook my head. This was, after all, the very reason I had agreed
to the Sunday arrangements. I didn’t think about how awkward this would be. Why
didn’t I think this through? I could lie and say that I just wanted to get in
touch with old friends, but she really was the only person I knew who could
give me real advice. I could also just research it more, but I was already
talking to a person who had a lot of experience—as long as the rumors weren’t
false in college.

Me: You are the only
person I could think of who would give me honest advice, and I understand
completely if you don’t want to answer it.

Kat: Enough with the
prefaces, Lo. Spill it. What’s he got you doing now?

Me: He wants to try
anal sex with me and I agreed to it, but don’t know anything about it and I
don’t have anyone else I could talk to about it. I would like some advice from
someone I know rather than an Internet blog article . . .

I
waited with a fluttery stomach for her reply. Would she call me sick and never
want to speak to me again, or would she actually give me something that would calm
my nerves? The icon to let me know I had a new message popped up, and I clicked
on it.

Kat: You’ve never
tried anal? Sheeshkabobs, Lo. If this lesbo has taken it from behind, it’s time
you discovered the glorious encounter yourself.

Me: Ha ha. Okay. Just
tell me what I can expect, I guess.

Kat: You aren’t
offending me! I still love anal to this day, just don’t tell my future
girlfriend. I’m more than happy to help out someone who wants to try it for the
first time. First, you are going to want to find out whether or not you like
having your anus touched and played with. If you like that, then there is a
good chance you will like anal sex. You can do that by yourself or with your
partner. You’ll also want to make sure you use lots of lube. I had my first
time with spit and a prayer—not the best sex I ever had, I can say that much.
Now it doesn’t really matter, but I’m used to it. For a newbie, I would
recommend lots of lube. I hope that helped?

Me: Where would I be
without you, Kat?

Kat: A virgin living
in her office, probably.

I
laughed out loud as I read her words. She was right. She had always been an
advocate for getting me out of my office cocoon. I had just needed Pierce to
really push me over the edge to test my wings.

Me: It did help a
lot, thank you! But I do have one question—how do I keep it from becoming gross
and embarrassing? Remember Sandra from college? She used to tell me some
horrible stories about what happened to her.

Kat: Sandra was a
drama queen and from what Jake told me a few years later, she made most of that
up. Trust me, it’s not nearly as bad as she made us girls think. I’ve never had
an issue with it becoming gross, but if you’re really worried about it . . .
take a dump a few hours before and then take a shower and gently clean the
area. You should be good after that.

Me: Thanks, Kat. I
owe ya.

Kat: I have a feeling
you’ll make it up to me somehow . . . Go get laid.

Even though she assured
me that all would be fine, I went ahead and researched how to keep everything
clean. Most people said the same thing; and others said if it made a person
feel better they could use a wide array of things to help make themselves feel
clean. I didn’t think I wanted to go to such extremes; it wasn’t something that
bothered me enough to take it that far. I only hoped that Pierce felt as good
in the ass as he did in the pussy.

~*~*~*~

It was Friday
evening, and I was home alone. Usually I was out with Pierce scouting some
place before falling into bed as soon as I got home. I honestly didn’t know
what to do with myself. I could work on the other projects I had going on, but
then I would have less work for the weekends. I didn’t want to go out or read a
book. . . . I hadn’t been bored like this since I was a teenager. My thoughts wandered
to what Kat told me this afternoon. She said I should find out whether or not I
liked being touched and played with in that area. I wished Pierce were here; I
would ask him to help me experiment. It didn’t seem like a fun idea to try it
alone.

I was sitting with my
laptop on my bed. I moved it aside and lay down on my back. I couldn’t just go
right to touching myself; I needed something to think about first. I closed my
eyes and tried to come up with something that would turn me on.

Images flashed in my
mind of the times I had been with Pierce, Lucas, and things I’d watched.
Finally I settled on both Pierce and Lucas and last week. It might not have
been one of Pierce’s favorite times with me, but I enjoyed it. I wouldn’t
object if it were to happen again, though I doubted Pierce had any desire to.

The two of them are
with me again, this time in my bed. They’ve already taken off their clothes and
are on either side of me. They’re undressing me, taking off the blue silk
pajamas I normally wear to bed. Lucas is working on the buttons on the top, and
Pierce is slipping my pajama pants down my legs. Their warm hands caress my
skin, and I revel in the way my skin tingles from their touches.

Soon my clothes are
gone as well. Lucas is touching and kissing my breasts, his warm tongue doing
wonders for building my pleasure at the pit of my stomach. Pierce moves down my
body and bends my legs at the knee. His hands caress my outer thighs as he
places kisses on my inner thighs. I love when he does that.

I removed my actual
clothes now. I liked where this fantasy was going. My hand moved over my
breasts and down my stomach.

Pierce is running the
tip of his hot tongue over my swollen folds, and Lucas is kissing me, his
strong hand cupping my cheek.

My fingers traveled
down to my pussy and began massaging the area just above my clit. I arched my
back into my touch and bit my lower lip. I moved two fingers downward and pushed
them into my entrance, and my juices covered my fingers.

Pierce’s tongue moves
farther down, past my entrance and to my ass. His tongue moves around the area.
It feels good. Lucas’s hand comes down my body to massage my clit, while Pierce
continues to move his warm tongue over my ass.

I pulled my fingers
out of my entrance and moved them down to my ass. I gently moved my slick
fingers over the area—it wasn’t an unpleasant feeling. As I got more daring, I pushed
the tip of a finger into the tight area and moved it around a little. It was different.
I couldn’t quite explain it, but I could see why people liked it. I could also
see Pierce and I doing similar things without regret on my part. An odd sense
of pleasure filled me; it was starting to tip over the edge. I used my other
hand to rub at my clit and moaned out one of the stronger orgasms I’d ever
given myself. I couldn’t wait until I could play with Pierce on Sunday.

~*~*~*~

I was in the bathroom
at work. It was Saturday, and I was on the phone with my mother. “I’m good,
Mom. I was wondering if I flew out for a few hours on Monday, would you be
free? I need to talk to you about something, and I don’t want to do it over the
phone.”

“I should be. It’s just
me at home now with you kids gone and your father away on a business trip in
Tokyo. Is it serious? Should I worry?”

“It’s serious to some
degree, but it’s nothing to do with me. I’m fine. I just need to talk to you
about the past.”

“The past? Wouldn’t
it be easier if you just asked me over the phone?”

“Yes, but I don’t
want to. I want to see you.”

“All right, what time
do you want me to have the limo pick you up?”

“I’ll fly out early
and leave in the evening, so around eight.”

“Okay, I’ll see you
Monday, Lauren. I love you.”

“I love you, too.” I hung
up the phone and took a deep breath. It was done; I would finally know what
happened between my father and Julia Maverick.

I returned to Pierce
in the conference room; as always he was working away on his laptop. I now knew
he probably wasn’t only working on plans for the casino. I sat down to work on
my own projects, but as I was designing a plan for the line of eco-friendly
makeup I wanted the company to produce, my mind just wasn’t in it.