“To thine own self be true,” I said after a moment.
“Now I wish you’d never said that.”
“Well, I did. Shakespeare said it first, but he isn’t here at the moment.”
“Thank goodness! I’m still scared that you know how I felt.”
I stroked her back and let her calm down.
“No, I take that back,” she said eventually. “I’m scared that you know how I feel.”
“Ah. Present tense.”
“I knew you’d get it. And I think you’re probably right—Brooke knew.”
Christy paused again to gather her thoughts. “She had a stash of her mother’s old Variations, and one issue had a whole section about family. Not family-family, but stepfathers and sisters-in-law and people like that. One letter was from a woman who did it with her stepbrother. They were going to a wedding and were supposed to have separate rooms. The hotel had a convention and a mix-up with the reservations, so they only had one room left.”
“Yeah, I can imagine.”
Christy sighed as she remembered. “Brooke gave me the magazine and told me to read that particular letter. She knew how excited I’d get. I guess it was sort of a test, ’cause then she told me about her and Hunter.”
“What happened between them? Anything serious? Or just the usual fantasies?”
“Nothing serious, but more than just fantasies. He lived at home for college, when her family was still in Texas. The bathroom connected their bedrooms, so she spied on him. He had a stash of magazines too— Playboy and regular Penthouse—and she watched as he looked at them and jerked off.
“Sometimes she did the same thing. Not with magazines, but she played with herself on her bed with the bathroom door ajar. I never did anything like that with Laurence,” Christy added, “but I… um… tried to see him whenever he was home from school. And we had to share a bathroom in Japan. I was too young to be interested in boys, but I saw him. Nude, I mean. And once…”
She thought about it for a long time before she cleared her throat and continued. “Once, he was home for Christmas. We’d been doing figure drawing in my art class at UCSD, so I asked him to pose for me.”
“Did he do it nude?”
“Oh my gosh, no! Never in a million years. I was his sister. But… he only wore a towel, one of the smaller ones we used for swimming. It covered him fine, so I guess he didn’t even think about it. He was sitting on the bed in the guest room. You know, the one where you stay.”
I nodded and pictured it in my head.
“He was leaning back with his legs crossed at the ankles. I guess he got comfortable, ’cause he couldn’t keep his eyes open. Then he fell asleep and moved his knee. His towel parted, and I… I could see his penis. He started dreaming and got really hard.” She paused and waited for me to react. “You don’t think I’m a horrible person?”
“You know I don’t.”
“Then why’m I still so nervous?” She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I knew I shouldn’t look,” she continued, “but I couldn’t stop myself.
I felt so guilty, especially when I realized how excited I was. I wanted to…
you know.”
“Go down on him.”
“More,” she said in a hoarse whisper. “I wanted to go all the way.” She cleared her throat and said in a normal voice, “Are you shocked?”
“Not really. Maybe a little,” I teased, “’cause you’re my goody-goody girlfriend—”
“I’m not a goody-goody.”
“—but I’ve had the same thoughts about Erin.”
She nodded, reassured. Then she squeezed my erection. “I can tell.”
Treacherous organ, I thought.
“I know what you just called him,” she laughed. “In your head. That’s okay. I’m glad he’s treacherous. I mean, he tells me all sorts of things. And…
he makes me feel better about my fantasies. It’s a huge relief to talk to someone who understands.”
“Are we still talking about my penis?”
“No, you.” She kissed my chest. “I’ll talk to him later. Right now you’re more important.” We fell silent as she thought about everything she’d told me. Then she sighed and said, “You’re very good for me.”
“I’m glad. You’re good for me too.”
“I can tell. I like telling you my fantasies. And I like hearing yours. I get so hot when I think about you and Erin.”
“Are you ready to—?”
“Yes, please.” She immediately disappeared under the covers.
I moved them aside and let her fantasies kindle mine. I pictured Erin on her back, her legs spread as I fucked her slowly. Christy knelt over her and moaned as Erin licked her. My fantasy took off as Christy began sucking for real. I lasted about thirty seconds before I pushed her head down. She moaned in surprise when I erupted down her throat. After I finally stopped shooting, she rolled away and coughed.
“Oh my gosh,” she panted, “that was fast. I thought I was going to choke.”
“Sorry.” I closed my mouth to moisten it and realized I was breathing hard too. “I was thinking of you and Erin. Together.”
“Warn a girl next time.” She cleared her throat. Then she massaged my balls and tentatively moved toward my cock. “Is it safe?”
“I think so. Round two?”
“Round one, as far as I’m concerned. I barely got to enjoy the first one.”
“Sorry ’bout that,” I chuckled. “I couldn’t help it. We’ve been talking about sex, and then I started thinking about you and Erin, and… well… you know the rest.”
“You tried to drown me in semen.”
“I promise I’ll give you more warning next time.”
“Yes, please,” she said as she began sucking again. “Mmm, tha’s more like it.”
I rubbed her back as she slowly fellated me. I lasted longer the second time and she enjoyed herself. Afterward, I gently pushed her to her back and climbed over her.
“My turn.” I kissed her and tasted myself on her lips. Then I spent a couple of minutes biting and sucking her nipples before I moved lower. I held her wrists at her sides as I settled between her thighs and nudged them apart with my shoulders.
Her juices coated my cheeks, and she writhed as I licked her. She didn’t last long either. She stiffened after only a few minutes and thrust her pussy into my mouth. I rode out her orgasm and let her calm down. Then I crawled up her body and settled atop her. She hooked her legs over mine and languidly ran her hands up and down my back.
“Happy Birdy?”
“Very happy,” she agreed. “I like it when you call me that. Not all the time, but… sometimes.”
“When you’re thinking about Laurence.”
“Yes.” She fell silent for a moment. “Does Erin have a nickname for you?”
“Dork. Dweeb. Doofus.”
“That’s ’cause you are!” she laughed. Then she grew serious. “Do you mind if I ask you something?”
“No, go ahead.”
“Are you with me because I remind you of her?”
“Erin? No. Not consciously, at least. Most of my girlfriends have been brunettes. Although…” I grinned down at her. “I don’t know if you realized, but all the ones last spring were blue-eyed blondes.”
“Hmm, I wonder why,” she said archly.
“Maybe I knew back then that I wanted you. I just didn’t realize it.” I shrugged and added, “In reality, I’m attracted to anyone with a healthy attitude about sex. I didn’t think that was you at first, but…”
“You came to your senses.”
“Yep.” I kissed the tip of her nose. “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me.”
“Same here. And I’m glad Wren and I were late to class that day. You might never’ve noticed us.”
“Oh, I think I would’ve. You’re hard to miss. You’re a little piece of sunshine.”
“Thank you.”