I ran my finger lightly over my heart, knowing that Aubrey’s mark rested over it. I couldn’t help but think that I was a lucky motherfucker because she put up with the shit I pulled from time to time.
chapter 11
aubrey
It turned out that road-tripping with Lucy was loads of fun. She took one look at my Volkswagen Jetta, ordered me to open the sunroof, and told me that she was driving. The girl certainly wasn’t very big on boundaries. Sharing a room with her was bound to be interesting, but at least I had a friend to keep me company at the hockey tournament while Luka was busy.
“Hey, do you mind if we stop at a store when we get closer to the hotel?” Lucy asked.
“Sure. No problem,” I replied. “Did you forget to pack something? Maybe you can just borrow from me?”
“You don’t happen to have any grapefruit with you, do you?” “Ummm, no. I didn’t pack any grapefruit,” I answered, feeling confused.
“Or a knife?” she continued.
A knife? She just asked me if I’d packed a knife for our trip? “Okay, should I be freaked out right about now?” I half-joked, holding my breath while I waited for her answer. I thought I’d gotten to know Lucy fairly well after spending time with her at every home game so far this season, but I couldn’t come up with a single reason why she’d just asked that.
“Ohmigod, you should see the look on your face right now, Aubrey,” she sputtered out while laughing. “Grab the Cosmo magazine out of my bag and you’ll see why I want a grapefruit and knife. It’s perfectly innocent. Well, okay, maybe innocent isn’t the right word, but I’m not going to do anything too bad with it.”
I twisted around to pull her purse open from where it sat on the back seat. The magazine lay right inside, so I was able to snag it pretty easily.
“Look for the article on sex tips,” she urged me.
I thumbed through, trying to find what she was talking about, and stumbled across the story quickly. It was about a self-declared sexpert who did online tutorials about all things sexual who had invented something called the ‘grapefruit job.’
“No fucking way,” I whispered as I read the detailed instructions on slicing the ends of a grapefruit off, hollowing out a hole in the middle, and then using it to blow your boyfriend’s mind—literally and figuratively—with the best blowjob of his life. “Is this shit for real?”
Lucy was giggling so hard that tears were streaming down her face now. “I have no idea, but I really want to know, so I figured a hotel was the best place to try it out because it’s bound to be very, very messy.”
“Crap. Turn right!” I yelled as I spotted a grocery store. “We are so going to get a bag of these fuckers because this is too good to pass up.”
Lucy parked the car and we wandered inside. She pulling me along while I Googled the sexpert from the article to find the YouTube video that was mentioned in the article. I was stunned to see that there were a ton of references for this chick when I had never heard of her before. But everyone had picked up the grapefruit job story and run with it after Cosmo’s article came out.
“I had no idea there were so many different kinds,” Lucy whispered to me, pointing at all the grapefruits lined up. “I wonder which one would work best?”
I eyed them all and thought about it for a second. “I think the sweeter the better. The last thing I want is to suck on a bunch of sourness while I’m doing this.”
“Ruby Red it is, I guess,” Lucy said as she grabbed a big bag of them.
“Do they even carry knives here?” I wondered aloud.
Lucy pushed me out of the produce section and towards the aisle that carried baking goods. “I’m sure they do. It might not be a great variety, but it just needs to get the job done.”
As the word job left her mouth, I cracked up laughing again. “That’s what she said,” I spit out while gasping for breath.
Luckily, we found a couple of knives and made it out of the store and to the hotel before either of us died of laughter. We’d made good time getting there, so we still had enough time to check in and change before the boys’ first game. By the time we made it up to our room, I remembered that I hadn’t played the video I’d found since I wasn’t sure how embarrassing it might have been in the middle of the store, and then I’d forgotten since we’d been too busy laughing.
I hit play on my phone and watched in wonder as she went into great detail about how to properly cut and hollow out the grapefruit, but I was intrigued by her description of how it would feel for the guy since she related it to giving him head and fucking him at the same time. I was about to turn it off when my jaw dropped in amazement because she pulled out a dildo and really seemed to enjoy showing the world her blowjob skills. But the noise—ohmigod, I would never be able to get the weird sounds she made while doing it out of my head. It was the exact opposite of sexy.