"Tall blonde in the back has had his eyes on you ever since you came in, Lucy," my sister Tracey said to me last week at our usual window seat table in the coffee shop we frequent. That girl has always been getting me into trouble. Sometimes I wish she'd just keep her mouth shut.
"Yeah," I replied. "I can feel him staring at me. I don't like it."
"No? Look at those big brown eyes of his. You can tell a lot by someone's eyes. He looks to me like a very passionate man. I can see the fire in them. Nice smile too."
"Trace. I don't care," I said, taking another sip of my coffee.
"I wonder if he dyes it. His hair. Blonde hair and brown eyes isn't very common."
"Look at the eyebrows. They'll give him away."
"You're right," she huffed. But that's kind of striking. The frame his dark brows create really make his eyes stand out. He's exactly your type, sis."
"I said I'm not interested."
"Yeah yeah. How's Tim, by the way?"
"Tim?"
"Your boyfriend? Ha, you say you're not interested, but blondey's already got you in a trance."
"I know who my boyfriend is. I'm just surprised you'd ask me about him right after trying to push some strange guy onto me."
"Well I'm asking. How are things with him?"
"He says we don't have sex enough."
"Lucy. You know you're a prude, right?"
She was right, but I still reached across the table and slapped her on the arm. "I am not."
"I'd say you had a stick up your ass, but that's far too much fun for you to be having."
"Oh shut up."
Her attention got taken away from me. I turned to see the tall blonde guy was approaching us. I thought he was eying her. I always thought she was prettier than me. I mean, I guess I'm pretty, but she's far more alluring.
The man got right up to the table and extended his hand to me. He was uncomfortably close. His crotch was right in my face, and when he took my hand, he held it even closer. "My name's Bryce. I thought you ladies could use some company."
I had to look up and see his face before I could answer, so Tracey answered for me. "That's Lucy who's hand you've got possession of and I'm her sister Tracey. Is that really all you've got?"
"Do I need more?" That wasn't a question. Just a statement of confidence.
"Well, we're kinda busy. You thought wrong."
"Actually, I'm here for your sister, so I'd like to hear what she has to say."
My sister's jaw dropped. Not often that she responds like that, so I figured I'd play it out for what it's worth. Big mistake. "Bryce. It's nice to meet you. I was actually going to step out for some air. Gotta get away from that girl sometimes. Care to join me?" I know I was being overly flirtatious. I got up and walked arm in arm with Bryce to the door, looking back and casually winking at my sister. Once we're out, I turn and deliberately stroll past her window until we're out of sight.
It was cold out, and I realized I left my jacket on the back of my chair, but before I could turn around, Bryce had placed his over my shoulders. "So what did she do to upset you, Lucy?"
"I can't say. She's just quick to tell me what I'm doing wrong with my life."
"Am I supposed to guess?"
"What? No. Why?"
"Well, you said you can't say, but you continued to talk. I take that to mean you want me to fill in the blanks. My guess is she called you a prude or something."
"You..."
"Don't worry. I'm not psychic. Your sister's just really loud."
I was a little embarrassed. "Well, yeah. She is that."
"So what makes you a prude?"
"Bryce. Thank you for getting me away from her, but I don't think we should talk about this."
"Are you sure? I may be able to help you." I was shocked by this seemingly suggestive solicitation for sex, but he continued, "I'm a professional, actually. A sex therapist. I'm sure I could help you come to an understanding with your boyfriend."
"I appreciate the offer, but I've really gotta go."
I started to walk away, but Bryce reminded me, "My coat?"
"Oh. I'm sorry. Here."
"You know, you can keep wearing it. All you have to do is let me walk you home."
It was indeed chilly. And I didn't want to go back to see Tracey, so I agreed, and started walking with Bryce at my side. We walk for a minute before he asks, "So what's his name? Your boyfriend."
"It's Tim."
"And he thinks you don't have enough sex."
"You really don't give up, do you?"
"Sometimes, but I haven't even gotten started yet."
"Yes. That's what he thinks."
"And what do you think?"
"I'll regret saying this, but I think the same as he does. We don't have enough sex."
"So what's the problem?"
"It's just not interesting. He doesn't know many tricks, doesn't change the routine...doesn't lick me. And he doesn't have the size to compensate for his lack of skill if I'm being completely honest. God. Why do I keep answering you."
"That's a common problem. But let me ask you, Lucy, what have you done to spice things up? Or are you simply waiting on him?"
"I...uhh. I don't know what else I can do. I get in whatever position he tells me and let him do me for as long as he lasts. I wish he lasted longer too."
"Do you suck his cock?"
I was appalled by the language this man used to someone little more than a stranger. "Do you wanna rephrase that, Mister?"
"No. An easy think you can do to help is familiarize yourself with the less socially acceptable names for certain body parts and acts so you can use them without blushing or getting upset. So I'll ask you again, Lucy, do you suck his cock?"
"I do...I mean sometimes I do. Special occasions and such. I'm fine doing it, but it seems like he'd rather" Bryce looked at me and mouthed a word to me, expecting me to talk along, and I did, "He'd rather fuck me than get his cock sucked."