In the midst of pacing her apartment Debra stopped. She unlocked her cell phone, scrolled through her contact list, found the first number and pressed the talk button.
The sexy Barry White voice always caught her off guard. “Uh hey Will, what’s going on?”
“Debs, I was just thinking about you.”
“Good. Are you busy later?” Please let him say he’s free.
“I’m always free for you,” he said.
“I was thinking that maybe we could get together.” She walked in circles waiting for his reply.
“Dinner at our spot at 8 o’clock?”
“Perfect.” She sighed, remembering their last visit to the “spot.”
“I’ll see you then.”
Since it was only 5:30, she placed another call.
“What’s going on, Larry?” She forced a smile.
“Nothing what’s up with you?”
“You.” Looking at the picture of them with friends on her mantle.
“How about a safe elevator ride?”
“See you in a minute.” A minute later they were in the elevator. Debra loved the fact that when she wanted sex there was someone in her building that could deliver. Especially when her boyfriend was out of town.
Whenever Debra met Larry in the elevator he was always ready to go. They went from the fourth to twentieth floor, hit the emergency button somewhere between the twentieth and seventeenth floor coming down. And by the time Debra made it back to the fourth floor and Larry to the third it was like nothing ever happened. This is what they liked to call a safe elevator ride.
“Thanks.” She walked out of the elevator.
“No, thank you.”
She headed back to her apartment and got ready. It was a warm summer’s night so she decided to wear a low cut dress that was fitted and revealing in all the right places.
After dinner they made their way back to his place where they were each other’s desserts. As Debra lay there trying to catch her breath, she heard Will snoring. That was her cue to quietly go since he wouldn’t be waking up anytime soon and since she was still full of energy perhaps she could get some more sex from Larry.
As she walked into her building she saw the elevator doors about to close. “Hold it!” She screamed and they re-opened. It was just her luck that Larry was in the elevator. They rode up to the twentieth floor and back down to the fourth and since it was late they didn’t have to press the emergency button. When she got to her apartment, she showered and headed to bed.
The next morning she awoke to the telephone ringing. She looked at her clock and saw that it was only 10:30. “Hello,” she said, still half asleep and with a little attitude.
“I’m sorry, Debbie, did I wake you?”
The voice made her jump up. “No, no I was already up.” It was Richard who was one of the best lovers who she always had time for.
“I’m in your lobby. I’ll be up in a minute.”
She rushed into the bathroom, washed her face and brushed her teeth. By the time she finished, Richard was at the door. For the majority of the day, they made passionate love.
After Richard left, Debra called her best friend, Stacy. Ever since Debra became sexually active, Stacy always thought Debra had a problem.
“Hey Stace, whatcha doin?” She asked whining in a childish manner.
“I was just about to call you and ask if you wanted to meet for dinner.”
“Great minds do think alike. How about the café?”
“Is an hour good?”
“Perfect, see you then.”
Debra hung up the phone, made her final adjustments and was out the door. After finding a parking space in the parking lot of the café she made her way inside. She and Stacy both ordered the night’s special along with apple martinis.
“So what have you been up to since Bryan’s been gone?” Stacy asked as she sipped on her martini.
“I’ve had two safe elevator rides with Larry one before dinner with Will and one after.”
Casually sipping on her drink. “You didn’t have sex with Will?”
“That was the point of going to dinner with him.”
“And naturally you had sex with Bryan before he left. So sex with Bryan, Larry, Will and Larry again?”
“Yep and today I woke up to Richard calling me from the lobby of my apartment building.”
“How many times have you had sex this week?”
“With or without Bryan?”
She threw Debra a strange look. “Including Bryan.”
“Let’s see. Uh including Bryan, I would have to say about thirty times.”
Stacy spit out her drink. “When don’t you have sex?”
“When I’m with you or my parents.” Who did Stacy think she was? It wasn’t as though she was a nun herself!
“You have a problem.”
“I don’t have a problem.”
“But you do. You constantly cheat on Bryan. When you feel you’re sexually attracted to someone, somehow you manage to sleep with them. How many partners have you had?”
What was the big deal? “I would have to say seventy.”
“And each and every time you’ve had sex you used protection?”
“The only time I don’t use protection is with Bryan.”
Reaching into her bag, Stacy shook her head. “Here take a look at this.”
“This is a sex addict’s questionnaire.”
“I know and here’s a pen.”
After reading and answering the questions, she handed the paper back to Stacy.
“There you go. I answered the questions are you happy?”
“Debra Thomas, out of thirty questions only two of them are no and the rest are yes. Do you know what that means?”
“I’m not a sex addict,” she said sarcastically.
“You need help.”
“The only help I need is from a man and/or from batteries.”
“You are sick.”
When Debra got back home from dinner, she got comfortable and began to surf the internet finding out more about sex addiction. The more she read the more she realized that she was in fact a sex addict. What was she to do? That night she went to bed without going in her goodie drawer.
The next morning she went over to her desk and dialed the number that she wrote down on a pad. She figured at least she’d recognized her problem, which was the first step. When the voice on the other end finished, she spoke. “Hi my name is Debra and I’d like to make an appointment with the doctor to talk about my sex addiction.”