“Mmm, what’s that like? Is it weird? Or really sexy? Really sexy, I hope.”
My cheeks heated. “Yeah, it is. And once…” I inhaled through my nose and let it out slowly. “Well, more than once, but I’m thinking about the last time…”
“The last time what?” Christy said impatiently. “Sorry, keep going.”
“The last time… I had a chance to fuck her.”
“Why didn’t you? What happened? You have to tell me. Please, please!”
“It was before you and I started getting serious. Leah’s birthday party.
They planned a get-together, just the four of us.”
“With Mark, right?”
“Right. And Erin kept dropping hints. But… I knew what would happen if we went into the other room.”
“Duh. Why didn’t you?”
“I’m not sure. I mean, I knew it was a setup, but…” I shrugged and didn’t have a good answer. “I guess I wasn’t sure.”
“Men,” she sighed in exasperation. “We have to do everything.”
My eyebrows shot up.
“Never mind,” she said, although I didn’t relent. “Okay, maybe I… um…
do things,” she said. “Nothing bad! But… things I want to do. And by the time you figure it out, it’s too late and we’re doing it anyway.”
“Such as?”
“Coming here.”
“Ah, true.”
“And the first time we slept together, at Gunny’s funeral.”
I raised an eyebrow.
“You were a lot more stubborn than I thought you’d be,” she added with genuine irritation. “I never thought I’d have to work so hard to get your penis in my mouth.”
I chuckled. “Was it worth it?”
“What do you think? But you changed the subject! Why didn’t you go all the way? With Erin, I mean.”
“Like I said, I’m not sure. I wish I had.” My cheeks warmed. “And…
um… I’ve thought about it a lot since then.”
Her eyes flashed with pleasure.
“Yeah,” I admitted. “I think about what it would’ve been like. It’s sort of a recurring fantasy.”
“Mmm, my favorite kind.” Her expression softened before she darted in for a kiss. “You’re cute when you aren’t sure about something.”
“Then I must be really cute now.”
“You are. And I’m sorry I interrupted. Please keep going. I promise I’ll behave.”
“I don’t know how much more there is to tell. I mean, she wanted to go into the other room, but I didn’t.”
“Why not?”
“Honestly?”
“To thine own girlfriend be true.”
I shot her a rueful look. “Sometimes I wish I’d never said that.”
“Well, you did. And now you’re stuck with it. With me too, as a matter of fact.”
“I don’t know what I did to deserve you,” I said, “but it must’ve been good.”
“You made me feel special. And loved. And… normal. I know that sounds weird, but…”
“No, I get it. Just like you make me feel normal, especially about something like this. I mean, most girls would’ve run screaming at the first whiff of incest.”
“I’m not most girls.”
“You can say that again.”
“I’m not most girls.”
“Ha! I deserved that,” I chuckled.
“You did. But you still didn’t tell me. Why didn’t you do anything?”
“Honestly? I’m not sure. We’re both consenting adults. We understand the difference between sex and love. So… where’s the harm? I mean, she’s on the pill, so we wouldn’t have to worry about getting pregnant.” I gave Christy a sharp look. “Speaking of which, you and I need to have a discussion about that before we go all the way. I want to have kids with you, but not until we’re ready.”
“No. But don’t worry, I know what I’m doing.” She saw right through my neutral expression. “I do,” she protested. “I’ll be ready when the time comes.
But don’t change the subject. We’re talking about you and Erin.”
“Right. If you say so…”
“I say so. Now, you and Erin…?”
“Yeah. So… I’m not sure. I mean, I wanted to… I wanted to fuck her.
But I was drunk, and… it wasn’t right. In my head.”
“I understand that.”
“Wow, no kidding,” I said with a flash of insight. “This is exactly the same as you and me. I didn’t realize till just now. And now I understand you better. I mean, yeah, I’ve been patient, but there’s a small part of me that thinks you’re trying to drag things out, to get me to ask you to marry me before we do anything.”
“No, nothing like that. It’ll happen before then. I’m just being silly, but I’m working on it. Only, be patient with me.”
“I will.”
She leaned forward and kissed me again, long and tender. Then her hands found my penis and massaged it gently. Blood rushed into it as her fingers worked their magic.
“Do you think you’ll ever go all the way?” Christy asked. “With Erin, I mean.”
“I want to, but when the time is right.”
She nodded seriously but then grinned. “Remember my fantasy? About the three of us? Well, now I have a bunch more.”
“I can’t wait to hear them.”
“Sorry, you’re going to have to.”
“Oh? Do you need some attention?”
“Yes, please. But… can we go slow? I’m feeling very affectionate toward you right now.”
“We can go slow. We have the rest of our lives.”
She lasted all of three seconds before she pursed her lips to keep from laughing. Then she rose on her knees, braced her arms on my collarbone, and smiled down at me.
“That was maybe the worst line ever,” she said. “Except it was the best.”
“So… It was the best of lines, it was the worst of lines?”
“Oh no, please don’t.”
“What? You don’t like A Tale of Two Titties?”
“Please, I’m begging you.”
“For more Dick… -ens?”
“Oh my gosh, stop!”
I suddenly grew serious. “Only if you do something for me.”
“Like what?” she asked warily.
“Go to bed with me.”
“Why, so you can keep making awful puns?”
“No, so I can put my tongue to better use.”
“Oh. Well. When you put it that way…”
Chapter 20
For the second week in a row, Christy woke me long before dawn on Sunday.
At least she was consistent and did it with a handjob. That was just common courtesy as far as I was concerned.
“Sorry,” she said, “I couldn’t sleep.”
“S’okay. What time is it?”
She raised her head to look. “Almost three.”
“You been awake the whole time?”
“I slept a little but then woke up thinking.”
“’Bout what?”
“This and that,” she hedged.
“Talk about it? Never mind. Dumb question. Gimme a sec, I’ll try to wake up. In the meantime, you wanna—?”
“Yes and no. I always want to, especially when you’re hard like this, but do you mind if we talk first? Just this once?”
“No problem.”
“At least I know what I want to say. I’ve been thinking about it for hours.”
“Another of those conversations?” I said. “Where you interrogate me with the Hughes Lie Detector?”
“No,” she said indignantly. Then she softened her tone, “I mean, not exactly.” She drew a deep breath. “I have a confession… When I woke you up last week and asked about Erin, I wasn’t entirely honest about why I was so horny. I— Wait. I’m getting ahead of myself.”
I was tempted to tease her and tell her to take her time—she was still
holding my dick—but something about her tone made me think twice. I gave her a reassuring squeeze instead.
“Okay, here goes,” she began hesitantly. “I’m gonna start from the beginning. Well, not the beginning-beginning, but when I first— Ugh! I’m getting ahead of myself again.” She paused and then said, “I’m just gonna start. You’ll figure it out.