“In front of him?” Winnie asks in dismay. “And he still didn’t do anything?”
“He was in the bathroom. I’m pretty sure he jacked off while in there, but still, he didn’t do anything to me. Oh, and I had him feel my boobs to see if they were bigger. He concurred they were, and that was it.”
“Wow,” Blakely says, sitting back in her chair. “I feel like the boob thing would have easily cracked him.”
“Nope.” I stuff some lettuce in my mouth. “And I’ve never felt sexier than right now. I always read that the second trimester is magical, but I didn’t think it would feel this great.”
“You look amazing,” Winnie says. “Seriously, I’d do you.”
“Thank you.” I toss my hand up in the air. “This dress alone should make him want to take me against a wall.”
“Has he seen you in the dress yet?”
“No, not yet. He bolted out this morning before I got dressed. And I’ll say this, I think he’s at his limit. I think he’s right there, and if I just push him a little more, he will fall over the edge. But I’m just not sure how to do it without grabbing his penis and sticking it in my mouth.”
“I mean, that is an option,” Blakely says.
“And what do I say? Oh, sorry, I thought it was a lollipop? My bad.”
“Pregnancy brain is a funny thing,” Blakely says. “My sister once served me a glass of milk when she was pregnant, but it wasn’t milk. It was her car keys. She legit had no idea. So slinking down and putting his dick in your mouth could possibly work.”
Deadpanned, I say, “I’m not doing that. He’d stop me before I even started.”
Winnie taps her chin. “Hmm, what if we get you some new sexy nighttime wear? Something that when you wake up, your boob is not even covered because the fabric is so loose?”
“That’s a good idea,” Blakely says. “Isn’t there a lingerie shop around the corner? We can see if they have anything.”
“I bet there’s a short nightgown that would work.”
“I feel like I tried that,” I say.
“But you said he’s on the edge, which means, if you keep pushing a little harder, he’ll crack.”
“Oh, and have you flirted with other guys in front of him?”
“No.” I push my salad around with my fork. “We haven’t been around a lot of people.”
“Well, don’t you need to do some material before the game tonight? In that dress, you could easily make him jealous.”
“I could do that.”
“And hey, isn’t your birthday in a few days?”
I nod. “It is.”
“Well, if we don’t crack him by then, this very well might work. He’ll want to celebrate your birthday, but . . .” As if a stroke of genius hits her, Blakely grips my arm. “You don’t tell him it’s your birthday.”
“Ohhhhh.” Winnie claps. “Yes, that’s the way to go because then halfway through the day, we can plant the seed somehow that it is your birthday, and he’ll feel awful and want to make it up to you.”
“Exactly.” Blakely slaps the table. “Oh, this is good. That will make him crack, especially if you say something like you’re going out with the girls.”
“And then we do go out,” Winnie adds. “And we dance, and he sees you dancing, and he won’t want anyone else dancing with you, so he’ll swoop in. And that’s when you rub your ass all over his crotch. He’ll take you to the bathroom, and that’s where you stick your hand in his pants and feel how hard he is. He says something like ‘you’ve been a naughty girl’， and you say ‘well, spank me then’， and you bend over, and he whacks you on the ass, once . . . twice. Three times! You moan, and then he moves you against the stall of the bathroom and lifts your skirt—”
“Umm, Winnie?” I say.
She blinks a few times and looks up at our staring faces. “Did I go too far?”
“Just a bit,” I say.
She fans her face. “Sorry about that. Been reading some spicy books with Pacey lately, and my mind seems to be working in a different way at the moment. But, uh, yes, birthday. I think that’s the winner.”
“I think that’s a last resort,” I say.
“And I think it might be better if I tell him I have nothing planned. You and I, Winnie, will have to have separate emergencies that take us away from Penny because there is no way I’d leave her alone on her birthday,” Blakely says to Winnie. She turns to me. “So, maybe we cancel our plans with you last minute.”