I handed Jo her extra large diet Coke as I pulled out of the drive thru of Arby's. We used to go here daily in the summer months when we weren't on tour. Jo and I were inseparable those days. We've been friends since we were four. Our mom's had became friends through a book club which was pretty much just women getting together, drinking wine and talking shit. Don't get me wrong, our mother's are saints, especially true when it comes to the crap we put them through as rebellious teens. Sneaking out, drinking, smoking pot and getting caught in compromising positions... I smiled to myself when I thought of the night Jo and I got caught in the pool at 2am. We were just about to kiss for the first time and all of a sudden we are being sprayed with the freezing cold water from the garden hose. My mom had gotten up to let the dog out when she heard us splashing around.
"House. Now, Zachary." My mom said rather sternly. "Hi Jo. Go home."
"Heeeeeeey Diana.....I'll send your love to my mom." Jo slinked out from between the pool wall and my body.
"What are you smirking about?" Jo's voice brought me back.
"Just thinking about that time my mom caught us in the pool."
"Ahh, after Bening's party...right before we were about to kiss for the first time. Ha, that was a great night. You still get all touchy after you smoke?"
"Ha! I don't know... I don't ever smoke with anyone anymore. Sorta my secret thing I do when I'm alone. I guess...I do touch myself though..." I kinda trailed off at the end.
"Zachary! You naughty boy. You've always been such a sexual boy."
"Hey! What can I say! I like to feel good. And make others feel good." I shot Jo a seductive glance and a wink.
"You do know it's conversations like this that make your wife hate me." She laughed.
"Yeah. Probably. She knows we have a lot of history and it scares her. I mean it's not like we've ever slept together or anything, just fooled around when we were kids."
"Uh yeah, a lot. We made out like every day you were home dude."
"She doesn't believe we've never had sex. She won't believe me that she's the only one I've been with."
"How fucked up is that? She's your wife and she doesn't believe you? Zac, why did you marry her?" Jo's brow furrowed and she looked quizzically at me.
Whoa. I wasn't expecting that question.
"Because I thought I loved her and it was the next step. We had a good relationship for awhile, but this past year has really blown."
"Maybe that's the problem, man. She doesn't blow you enough." Jo just looked at me with her red hair, green eyes and plum colored lips like her statement was just a simple fact.
"Ha! She's uh, actually never blown me." I was slightly embarrassed to tell Jo this. When we first started fooling around as teenagers, she would ask to blow me daily. She always told me she loved doing it and she loved the ways I reacted. Fuuuck. It was like those plum colored lips belonged there. Wrapped around my throbbing cock. Get it together man! You're married and you don't cheat. Just reminiscing is all. I adjusted myself quickly hoping Jo didn't see, but I know she did.
"Cool it cowboy. What's history is history. I'm sorry. I'm not here to tease you...in more ways than one. New topic! Tell me about this special project."
And with our conversation shifted to work.
