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By:Helena Hunting


"Calm your tits, ladies!" I yell while pointing at Sunny. "He bones this one on the regular."

Sunny looks at me with what seems to be horror, which is appropriate.  I'm unable to control my mouth tonight, and I've only had a sip of my  beer. I'm chalking it up to stress.

"Miller and I don't bone. We have sex or make love," Sunny informs me. "Also, your parents are right here."

"Sorry. Make love doesn't sound nearly as badass when we're dealing with  the bunnies, though." I thumb over my shoulder at the shrieking whores.

Sunny nods as though this makes sense. "Sometimes, when he's really excited and so am I, we have intense sex. It's my favorite."

I have to wonder what intense means for Sunny. I'm not about to ask.  She's such a soft person, so I can't really see her swinging from the  rafters. Lily, on the other hand, I can totally see getting freaky,  considering her penchant for public love.

"And when it's nice out, Miller loves to have sex outside." Sunny brushes the end of one of her thin braids across her lips.

I have to bite my tongue, literally, to prevent myself from saying  something about how yetis are notorious for the outdoor sexing. Luckily  for Sunny, I'm distracted by Randy when he comes barreling up to the  plexiglas barrier.                       
       
           



       

He throws himself at it, scaring the people next to Lily and making the  blonde behind us go insane. But he's focused only on Lily. He points to  her, says something we can't hear, and then humps the boards a couple of  times before skating away.

"He's almost as bad as you," Charlene says.

"Right? It's like we're twins of inappropriateness or something." Lily's  still slouched in her seat, now with her hood pulled up.

I find her embarrassment ironic considering how often Randy drags her  into the closest room with a door whenever he's been away for more than  five minutes. That girl's vagina has to be made of leather for all the  dicking she takes.

But the attention and the media crap does take some getting used to.  Before, when she and Randy just used to bone each other in the privacy  of a bathroom or a bedroom, Lily didn't have to deal with the publicity  crap. Now they're official, Randy's proving to be an incredible player,  and he's getting attention and endorsements, which means he's  higher-profile in the hockey world.

Lily's learned quickly that people are always watching, and one heated  kiss caught on someone's camera phone is all it takes for their  relationship to go viral. She's been getting the bunny hate lately. It's  a rite of passage for girlfriends of NHL players.

"So back to your Area 51," I say to Charlene as Toronto take the ice.

"Which is what exactly?"

I lower my voice. "Your bum."

"Bum?"

"Yeah, bum."

"Who even says that?"

"Alex. It's a Canadian thing. Like beavers are vaginas, bum is a nicer word for ass. Unless you prefer fudge machine."

"Bum it is." Charlene tips her beer back.

"So?"

"So what?"

"Darren has access to your Area 51?" It's cold in the arena, so I can't  be sure, because her cheeks are already pink, but she may be blushing.  "Charlene?"

"Did Alex say something?"

"Why would Alex know about access to your Area 51?"

The top of her beer is suddenly very interesting. "You know how guys talk."

I sure do. But I have a feeling Charlene and I are way worse than Alex  and Darren could ever be. Or at least I am. It takes a few seconds for  what she's not saying to really sink in. "Wait a second! That means  Darren does have Area 51 access?"

"Shh!" Charlene smacks my arm and looks around.

A few people are looking at us, but they don't know what we're talking  about. I lower my voice, "How does that even work? I mean, isn't he  equipped? How does it even fit?"

"Skin stretches, Violet."

"Not that much." I put my beer between my knees and wrap my fingers around my wrist to demonstrate.

"Darren isn't quite so girthy, but yes, essentially."

I gape at her, slack-jawed, because seriously, that's insane.

"Honestly, Vi, it's not that big a deal. I don't know why you're so  uptight about it." She snickers and glances around before leaning in and  lowering her voice to a whisper, "Hasn't Alex ever tickled your  chocolate starfish?"

I'm taking a sip of my beer when she says this, so I spit-spray it all  over the plexiglas-and her. Char uses my scarf to wipe her face, and I  fake cough to cover up my accident.

"I mean, sure, Alex has snuck a finger in my Access Denied hole. And  yeah, it felt okay." I pause and consider this for a moment. He did it  once. Back when I lived in my apartment. It was some hot sex. I can feel  the heat in my cheeks. "Well, maybe better than okay, but there's a  huge, massive difference between the size of his finger and his monster  cock. I can't imagine him ever getting that in there."

She shrugs, unwilling to comment, possibly because we're in a very  public arena. That's fine. I can carry on this conversation all by  myself. Her facial expressions are the only answers I need.

"I don't get the fascination. Why aren't vaginas and mouths enough? Why  do guys need to stick their dicks in all the holes, not just the ones  they fit in easiest?"

"What are you two talking about?" my mom asks. Sidney's still standing  in the aisle, talking to some guy. I have no idea how long she's been  eavesdropping.

"Nothing!" Charlene glares at me.

My mom pats her hand and winks. "It's okay, honey. You know, it's totally natural to want to experiment with anal play."

"Mom!"

She smiles and rolls her eyes like I'm a prude for not wanting my ass invaded.                       
       
           



       

"Now Sidney has a lot of package." My mother gestures to her crotch.  "But that doesn't mean it's impossible. It just takes a bit more work to  make it happen."

Charlene's absolutely horrified, based on how wide her eyes are. She's  not going to forgive me anytime soon for this. I don't think I'm going  to forgive myself, either. This is probably the last thing I ever wanted  to know about my mom and her sex life with Sidney. And I know a lot.  More than any daughter should, that's for sure.

"Thanks for that, Mom."

She doesn't take the hint to drop the conversation, which is likely  where my censor-free gene comes from. Instead she keeps on talking, like  it's a normal thing to chat about with her adult daughter and my  friend. "There are some really great lubricants out there, which help a  lot. Not the numbing ones, but the relaxants. Right, Charlene?"

Charlene nods and takes a giant gulp of her beer.

"Wait. There are different kinds of lube? I mean, other than the regular stuff?"

Charlene lowers her beer and shoots hate beams out of her eyes at me.

"What? I know there's stuff that's fruity, and stuff that warms up, and  stuff that has silicone, and stuff that's water soluble," I say,  defending my lube knowledge.

"We should go sex-toy shopping!" my mom says.

Charlene grins. It's horribly evil. "You're right, Skye. We totally  should. And we can bring Sunny and Lily along. It'll be so much fun. We  can do that for your bachelorette party, Vi, once you've picked a date  for the wedding."

"Oooh! That's a great idea!" My mom claps.

"You've picked a date for the wedding?" Sunny asks, leaning over.

I scratch my nose with my middle finger at Charlene, who's still wearing  her evil smile. I turn to Sunny. "Not yet. We're trying to figure out  what works best."

This is somewhat true. Alex has thrown out a bunch of dates, all in the  off-season and complete with available venues. My issue is that I want  to keep it small, and our mothers want the entire world to be there.

Every venue Alex has suggested has capacity for more than two hundred  guests. I'd like it to be our immediate friends and family. That way, if  I do something dumb, which is likely, there will be fewer witnesses.

Sunny's face falls. "Oh."

"It has to be off-season, of course. I think maybe next summer would be  better instead of this summer. More time to plan, you know?" I say,  hoping I don't sound as high-pitched to her as I do to me.

"Yeah. Of course." She gives me a small smile.

"We'll figure it out soon."

It's not that I don't want to marry Alex. I do. I can't imagine my life  without him. He's sweet, romantic, alpha at all the right times,  intelligent, gorgeous, and so amazing in bed. He's everything I could  ever want. So why can't I settle on a date and let this happen? It's  anxiety related.

We had an engagement party several months ago, before the hockey season  started. I ended up with the worst case of hives ever. I took so much  antihistamine I was high for two days.