“I'd do him,” Stevie chimes in, taking a sip of her beer.
Naomi rolls her eyes, “That's only because you like it twisted and kinky.” She has never approved of Stevie's sexual lifestyle. Anything goes with her, and I mean anything: boys, girls, groups, bondage – you name it, she'll try it. She's not a slut though, she’s quite selective in who she chooses. She just likes it “nasty” as Naomi would say.
“That I do,” she purrs in response to Naomi's comment, grazing the broad muscular back of my neighbor. “I bet he likes it rough and hard.”
“You're sick. He's scary looking, and to quote your first impression of him, 'fucking creepy',” Naomi points out.
“He is,” Stevie shrugs, “but damn, that body.” She hungrily licks her lips, letting her tongue ring scrape along the outer edges as her eyes travel down to his ass. “There's something about him. He's one hot, lick-able, sexy-ass man. And those eyes, what's up with those?”
“They're fascinating,” I breathe in agreement, not meaning to reply but the words just fall out.
“Definitely. They appear blackhearted and threatening, but for a split second when he looked at Lily they softened. I think he likes you.” Stevie's remark brings on a small wave of butterflies and I take another drink, trying to hide my face behind the glass. My friends know me too well and I'm sure my feelings are obvious to them.
“You both are crazy. Lily’s suffering from a broken heart, so she’s not thinking clearly, but you have no excuse,” Naomi points a finger at Stevie, wiggling it, daring her to defend herself.
“I'm not interested in him,” I quickly blurt out, “I was only agreeing that his eyes are unique.”
Naomi lets out a “humph” from the back of her throat, “Evil's a more accurate description.”
“Can we please talk about something besides my neighbor?”
“Are your Dad and Jill back from their cruise yet?” Naomi asks.
Cody is Jill's son. My dad married Jill when Cody was five, raising him as his own. His biological father skipped out on them when he was only a year old. I don't even think my dad remembers Cody's not technically his. He loves and cares for Cody exactly as he does for Seth and I.
“They got home last Friday. He asked about you two and was hoping we could plan a day to have you guys over for dinner.”
Stevie lights up, “Yes, please! Your dad's food is orgasmic! Name a time and I'm there.”
“Ditto!” Naomi exclaims, with the same level of fervor.
“Okay, I'll set it up.”
Stevie downs a shot of whiskey, “Are you going to go back to switching houses every week?”
My brothers have switched houses every other week since the day Dad married Jill. I remember when I was younger thinking it was weird that Jill didn't care if her son stayed with another mom so often, but now that I'm older I realize she probably liked it. It gave her and my dad alone time in the beginning of their relationship, when they were hot and heavy for each other. I switched too until I left for college.
“Naw, I prefer to stay with my mom. It's nice to have a break from my brothers and their friends. Plus, I can go see him whenever I want to.” When my parents divorced, my dad bought a house a few blocks down from ours so he could be easily accessible to us. Lucky for Seth and me, Jill loved the house and wanted to stay living there when they got married.
Stevie takes another shot of whiskey, “Is it weird living at home again? I'd rather saw off my own arm than have to live with my dad again.”