Page 29 of Indescribable
Brock:Enjoy your lunch, Naomi.
Me:Thanks, Brock.
“Do I want to know why you’re smiling like that?”
I startle and raise my eyes to Corbin’s. “Me?”
“Who else? Are you still texting with my brother?”
I quickly toss my phone to the bed and join her at the table. “I was just thanking him.”
“Mm hmm. I see.”
“What do you see?”
“Oh, nothing. Just the look on your face is one I haven’t seen in areallylong time and I like it.”
I throw a crouton at her. Then regret it immediately because she catches it and eats it. The croutons are the best part of salads. Dammit.
A little over two hours later, we’re both stripped down to just our underwear in private rooms with a sheet covering our bodies. Well, I assume Corbin is having the same experience I am, and I hope she is, because this is starting out absolutely divine.
I’m being scrubbed lightly with the promise of leaving here with skin that’s tight, hydrated, and rejuvenated. There’s light music tinkling through the speakers, a scent in the air that I can only describe as ‘expensive hotel’, and I’m more relaxed than I have been… in my life. That’s right. In my entire life.
I’m afraid I’ll fall asleep and miss part of the fun but manage to stay awake. Barely.
Paisley was right when she said we’d be like limp noodles after this.
Already I feel the stress of the past few years fading away and I wonder if there’s a way to bottle this feeling. It’s tranquil and so peaceful.
I barely utter a word the entire eighty minutes I’m on the table, too relaxed to even open my mouth to say how good it feels.
Because Corbin and I dove headfirst into the spa days, we wore our robes that were in the hotel room down here. Partly because we wondered if we’d be able to use the steam room afterward. When we asked at the check-in desk, they said we could so we agreed to meet there once we were finished with our treatments.
I snag an extra bottle of cold water from the desk, one of the perks of scheduling a lot of appointments, I guess, de-robe once inside and sit on it while I rest against a folded-up towel with my eyes closed.
One could really get used to this. Without question, I understand the appeal many people have of getting these types of treatments done regularly.
“I think I just had an orgasm,” Corbin says, scaring the hell out of me.
“I was so relaxed,” I grumble.
She takes a seat next to me and nudges my side when I don’t move from my position. I crack open one eye.
“Well, I’m serious. I think I had a legit orgasm getting that blueberry thing done to me. That was horrifying.”
Sitting up, I chug from my water before asking, “How do you not know whether or not you had one?” I’m genuinely curious. I might not have had many orgasms lately, but it’s not something I question when I do.
“It was either an orgasm or an out-of-body experience, one or the other. I was so relaxed and then I basically pulled a Monica Geller fromFriendsand started making all these noises. Maybe she made me speak in tongues. Is that possible?”
I start giggling. “Was Phoebe appropriately horrified, as well?”
She nods. “I’m sure she was but was just too nice to mention it. Do you think that’s ever happened to anyone else?”
I have a very hard time not rolling my eyes at her dramatics. “Are you sure you weren’t just, like, moaning in pleasure?”
“Same thing, basically.”
I smile at her and hand her my water so she can take a drink, too. She probably needs something more than just water, but we’ll crack into that later. “There’s a big difference, Cor. You either had an orgasm or you just moaned because it felt good. Did it feel good down…” I point to her vagina, “there? Or just on your body?”