Lisa Cuddy had seen it all. Or so she thought.
Yet here she was, tucked safely behind her mahogany desk while that woman was talking. Out of her mouth. The same mouth that one week ago was reaching up into her, tickling and caressing places Greg barely knew about. Remy - Dr. Hadley - had given her an experience she hadn't had since college.
Okay, so she had lied to Greg. Last week wasn't her first time with a woman. But she had tried so hard to forget, it was almost like a first time. Except for the relief she'd felt upon the first teasing stroke of a woman's tongue upon her clitoris. Greg did it all wrong, poking his tongue into her canal as if it were a truncated penis. But Remy knew how to swirl her tongue properly, maintaining even pressure until Lisa had come three times, practically in a row. She'd be surprised if Greg knew the difference. But Remy gave her a secret wink.
It's not that Greg was a bad lover. He was one of the better ones, in fact. And she loved him, she did. There was something there that Lisa didn't want to let go of. Passion. But sex with a woman was simply a different creature.
And now. Now it was back to the two of them, which was the way it had to be. Lisa was not really cut out for open relationships, and it's not as if she could imagine having a relationship with Remy.
She was straight, after all.
Very much a hetero.
She told herself that Greg's presence had been the clincher, that it wouldn't have been the same with just Remy. But she knew it was awkward. Greg had been obliging Lisa by inviting Remy, and Remy didn't really want to engage with Greg at all. Which worked out fine because, let's be honest, Lisa was a little selfish in bed. But still, she admitted to herself that it had been awkward.
Lisa had wanted badly to reciprocate on Remy, but she was scared. Scared that she'd mess up. And more to the point, scared that Greg would think she was a lesbian when she took up the task with such enthusiasm. So she just closed her eyes and imagined. Remy made a hasty retreat a few hours later, leaving Lisa to fall asleep with just Greg.
Which was fine. Since he was her boyfriend.
And all.
She'd heard that once they hit fifty or so, women might as well be lesbians since it doesn't matter much by that point. And because men are such pains and they never get better, whereas women get progressively easier to live with. But Lisa wanted a life. A husband. Children. A real family.
Not that she could really imagine building that kind of life with Greg, if she were honest with herself. He was an irritable addict who didn't want kids. She knew it would come to a breaking point someday. But not yet, and not over this.
Not yet.