Episode one
Jessica knew she should have felt something when Kelvin f****d her.
His lips were familiar, careful, like he was following instructions he’d memorized years ago. His hands moved the way they always did…safe, predictable, loving in the way that never surprised her.
When it was over, Kelvin smiled, satisfied.
Jessica turned her face toward the window.
Kelvin lay beside her afterward, reached for his phone, scrolling through his i********:, already lost in tomorrow’s plans, already halfway back into his world. Jessica stared at the ceiling, counting the faint cracks in the painting. She waited for the warmth to come. For that rush people talked about. For the feeling that told her, Yes, this is it.
Nothing came. So why did she feel like she was missing a language everyone else seemed fluent in?.
The next morning, Belly knocked at Jessica’s door
Jessica opened without their normal greeting gestures
Belly noticed.
“You look like someone who just woke up from a dream they didn’t enjoy,” Belly said,
Jessica rolled her eyes. “You overthink everything.”
“The quiet stare. Like you’re somewhere else but forgot your body behind.”
Belly had always been like that….too observant, too honest. Belly didn’t wonder about desire. She chased it, questioned it, owned it.
Jessica shrugged. “Kelvin and I are fine.”
Belly raised an eyebrow. “Fine isn’t a feeling. It’s a placeholder.”
Jessica laughed it off, but the words lodged somewhere uncomfortable. Belly had grown up surrounded by Jessica’s family after losing her parents, yet somehow she moved through life with more fearlessness than Jessica ever had. Belly talked openly about s*x, about wanting more, about leaving when something no longer fed her.
“What did you cook?, if you won’t tell me what’s wrong i came because I’m hungry” Belly said
“Go to the kitchen and cook for two, I’m hungry too” Jessica replied.
“You’re hopeless” Belly replied shaking her head
After food, they settled at couch watching TV when Jessica’s phone rang
They weren’t expecting the call
A former university friend mentioned a new podcast company looking for fresh voices, young women willing to talk openly about s*x, relationships, and everything people whispered about but never said out loud.
Jessica repeated the title twice.
“Our s*x Life!!”
Her chest tightened. This was a bad idea. She barely understood her own desires, how could she talk about them publicly?
Belly was already excited. “This is perfect.”
“Our s*x Life?”
“It’s ironic,” Belly said, grinning. “You avoid the topic and now it’s chasing you.”
Jessica almost said no. Almost stayed in the safety of quiet dissatisfaction.
But something in her, small, restless, tired of pretending—leaned forward instead.
“Let’s do it,” she heard herself say.
She didn’t know yet that the job would force her to speak the questions she’d buried.
She didn’t know that honesty would feel dangerous.
And she definitely didn’t know that her new boss…recently returned from Germany, calm-eyed and unsettlingly perceptive—would see straight through her careful silence.
But for the first time in a long while, Jessica felt something stir.
Not satisfaction.
But possibility.
