THE REBOUND LIST
by L. Moone
The Undateables, #2
Publication Date: November 4, 2019
Genres: Adult, New Adult, Erotic, Contemporary, Romance, Standalone
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After nearly four years with Jeff, everything fell apart. For the first time in my adult life, I found myself single, scared, but liberated as well. Rather than stumble into another ill advised relationship, I would spend the next few months “finding myself” sexually. This is how The Rebound List came to be.
A virgin, a silver fox, a stranger and a threesome- These are the experiences I chose.
It’s my very own naughty bucket list. A series of challenges set for myself, to figure out what I want out of men and relationships. An excuse to let my hair down, and have a whole lot of fun with zero strings attached.
Will you join me on my journey?
The Rebound List is the second book in L. Moone’s Undateables series. This body-positive novel contains colourful language and casual sex.
The first real warning sign that our relationship was doomed came a few weeks prior to our fourth anniversary. During a chat with Sally—arguably my best friend as well as colleague—she speculated whether or not Jeff might propose to me. The thought filled me with dread. Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t hate him. I actually kind of still loved him but the idea that this was all that life had in store for me depressed me greatly. There was more I had to do; more experiences I was yet to have.
Was he really planning to propose? I certainly hoped not because I couldn’t accept. No way. And I have always hated confrontations, so having to say ‘no’ was an extremely unpleasant prospect.
In a way, finding the inappropriate emails from him to an old lover had been a relief. A chance to make a relatively clean break without having to confess uncomfortable truths. I moved out within the month and found myself free but also apprehensive about what might be in store for me next. Would I find what I had been missing?
I wouldn’t make the same mistakes again. Starting a new relationship on the rebound, not fully celebrating my newfound freedom were definite ‘no-no’s. I needed a plan to figure out when I would be ready to settle down. A means of measuring whether I had lived single life to the fullest.
That’s how the list was born. While it mentions only the highlights, between the lines I intended to not just vary who with, but also how or where I would get it on.
Actually I’m omitting a few steps taken to get to this point; the depressing realisation that I was—for the first time in my adult life—alone in this world. The resulting evening spent with Sally, drinking wine, crying and complaining about how unfair life is, until a few glasses later her eyes lit up with the best idea ever.
Unlike most drunken ideas, this one was pretty workable. She asked me about my deepest, darkest sexual fantasies. She encouraged me to let my inner slut out and enjoy myself in ways I hadn’t been able to while playing the squeaky-clean committed girlfriend.
While we spoke our minds, our combined imagination or the wine, probably more the wine actually, awoke something in me. I could feel myself getting excited, blushing feverishly while listening to anecdotes of some of her less responsible exploits. She didn’t hold back on the details and I felt an urge grow inside me.
I wanted to be that girl: the one who walks into a room and causes heads to turn in her direction. She made me feel like I had this potential, in the way she described how she saw me. Not boring and average as I had felt all my life, but a rare and exotic beauty who could wield immense power over the male of the species. It was a revelation.
Playing with another girl was never meant to make the list, which is just as well because it happened way too quickly. The exact details of how that night ended are beyond my grasp; all I know is we woke up fuzzy-headed and half-dressed in my bed, with one of Sally’s arms draped across my chest.
This fact alone should probably have been a lot more awkward than it was. Instead of dwelling on blurry memories, we simply agreed that the night had served its purpose and that ‘we should do this again sometime’.
Anyway, back to the list. Some additions were clear choices I had thought about for a long time: hooking up with a virgin and an older guy for example. Other details came to mind after drunkenly bouncing ideas off of each other. These usually started with the phrase ‘wouldn’t it be awesome if…’
In the cold light of day, some of the excitement still lingered, however I had also lost a little confidence and started to doubt whether I could pull this off. Indeed Jeff was only the second guy I had slept with, and I’d be lying if I said that baring all in front of various men wasn’t at least a bit unnerving.
But I would cross that bridge in time, so I set about executing the initial stages of the plan. Sally had shown me a site she had used to hook up before, like a social network for dirty minds. To avoid any risk of early commitment issues, my backstory was decided to be that of a bored wife, looking for fun on the side.
I set up my profile with a suitably disguised photo, sparse personal details mentioning my supposed marriage and a well-filled list of sexual interests and kinks. The opening line was simply my newly adopted motto: No commitment, only pleasure.
The possibilities were mind-boggling. What kind of man would I like? Who would I look at in the street? I couldn’t form a clear answer; I don’t have a “type” only a long list of potentials, so I wrote down all I could think of. Long hair, short hair, beard, clean-shaven, fat, athletic, older, younger, black, white, anything in between. The whole point of this exercise was that I didn’t have to settle for just one; I could have them all.
Despite not showing any flesh in my photograph, it didn’t take long for friend requests and messages to start coming in. Among the inevitable stream of creepiness I had braced myself for, there were also more thoughtful messages than simply ‘show me ur tits’. Perhaps I would indeed find kindred spirits, to share my body with in addition to good conversation but without the expectations of monogamy hanging above my head.
When I logged back on after work on Friday, my inbox was full and my friend list had grown considerably as well. I felt empowered to explore more of the site, to join a few groups and read through some message boards. It surprised me how extensive the site’s membership was. I even found a group with local personal ads, which would keep me occupied for quite a while.
ABOUT L. MOONE
Realistic characters, pure emotions, true passion. Everything I write is about the characters: how they interact, what’s going on in their heads, how the passionate relationship develops and affects them. I don’t believe in keeping things hidden, or dressing them up just for show. Some of my characters are potty-mouths, most of them are less than perfect (yes, even physically). I aim to write a happy ending for all of them, without keeping anything behind closed doors.