Blended TML Ch 42

Tiffany misses one beat, and that’s it. Smooth as hell, she smiles, one corner of her mouth lifting high. Her voice is gentle. “I’d say I had a feeling there was no way someone as beautiful as you wouldn’t have someone waiting. What’s she like?”

“A little high-strung lately.”

“Having you around doesn’t help her relax?”

Piper grins. “I’m doing my best.”

“Can I ask a personal question?”

“I get to ask one back.”

“I’m an open book.”

“OK, go.”

“Does she have a dick?”

Piper sighs. “No. Unfortunately.”

“Can I ask another personal one?”

“OK.”

“Does she ever put a strap on and get really stern? Or is she naturally stern? You know what I’m getting at.”

Piper laughs. “No. No, I can’t even imagine her doing that.”

“Would you like it if she did?”

Piper bites her lip and holds eye contact. “That would be a hell of a fantasy. What about you? What’s your fantasy?”

“Oooh.” Tiffany’s eyes sparkle. “My kink, or my fantasy?”

“You would tell that to a total stranger? Either one?”

“Well, like you saw…” Tiffany leans over her drink and plays with a lock of her hair for a moment, avoiding eye contact. “I flirt with women half my age.” She shrugs and meets Piper’s gaze. “So why not?”

“You feel bad about that? Because I don’t mind. If I did, I wouldn’t be here.”

“Sometimes I feel a little bad. But after I got divorced, I decided I was going to have some damn fun and not apologize to anyone.”

Piper takes that in and hides behind her drink for a second. Mary could learn from Tiffany, although Piper hasn’t forgotten that the goal is to ensure that Mary doesn’t get divorced a second time.

“To that, I say, hell yeah,” she says quietly, lifting her drink.

“Could you be any cooler?”

“I could if I had something hot to wear. Something to really make you drool.”

“Oh, I’m drooling. Don’t worry.” She gestures toward her face with a laugh. “I hide it well. Do I?”

“I don’t want you to hide it. You still haven’t told me.”

“I’m shameless. Probably not shameless enough to say the kink. Even here.” The bar is half-empty, and the music is loud enough to provide cover, but Piper understands. They’re right by the water in the open air, which is cooling. The conversation already has both of them looking a little pink. “The fantasy, though? The fantasy.” Tiffany takes a deep breath and turns to look at the lake. “My fantasy.”

“You have to think that hard about it? You can’t just say two chicks at once like the rest of us?”

“I’m probably overthinking it. You know, tonight I ran into my friend from high school. Friend’s not the word.”

Piper gives no indication of surprise, but every part of her, mental and physical, tenses. It’s time to lock in. Fate has thrown her a good pitch; she cannot fuck it up. She says nothing.

“Anyway, it brought back a lot. That’s why I didn’t text you sooner.” Tiffany’s eyes are distant. “And that doesn’t matter. The fantasy, though? She looks great.”

Piper smiles. “That’s an innocent fantasy.”

“No. It’s not. I hate her guts. Like grrr.” Tiffany puts her hands out and clenches them. Then she laughs and picks up her drink.

“Grr,” Piper replies, face straight. “Sure. OK. I know what you mean.”