“What do I always want?”
I grinned.
“Seriously? You’re going to make me say it? Fine. I wanna suck him. Only, I feel like such a tramp when I say it. Out loud, I mean.”
“You aren’t.”
“I know, but I still feel like it. Sometimes I think I should just be happy with you and only you, but—”
“People don’t work like that,” I said.
“I don’t,” she grumped. “No matter how much I wish I did.”
“I don’t either. So it’s good that we’re together.”
“You can say that again.”
“But you still managed to change the subject.”
“Oh my gosh, I did! I didn’t even notice. I didn’t mean to, I swear.”
“That’s okay,” I chuckled. Then I glanced at her sideways. “So… you want to suck Will’s dick. Nothing else?”
“No! What kind of girl do you think I am?” She blinked in surprise. “I can’t believe I just said that.”
“Habit. Some part of you still wants to be the good Catholic girl.”
“I don’t know if that girl ever existed,” she admitted. “Outside of my imagination, I mean.”
“I’m glad she doesn’t, especially in bed.”
“And in the bath… on the kitchen table… up against the wall… bent over the sink… in the car…” She grinned playfully. “Did I miss anywhere?”
“No,” I laughed, “I think you covered the major ones.”
“Sometimes I still can’t believe it. That we’re together, I mean. And we can have sex whenever we want. It feels like a dream. I want to pinch myself.”
“Oh, it’s real, all right.”
“I know. I think it finally sank in when my mother told me to get on the pill.” She sighed. “Never in a million years…”
“No kidding.”
“I did it again,” she said out of the blue. “Changed the subject.”
“It’s what you do.”
“Yeah, sorry. I don’t even need to ask where we were. You’re still going to make me say it, though, aren’t you?”
I nodded.
“I want to suck Will’s dick. I don’t want to do anything else with him, though. Is that okay?”
“Of course. But we still don’t know how he’ll react to any of this. Lily either, for that matter. Yeah, she’s a party girl and a flirt, but—”
“Oh, no! She’s pretty serious,” Christy said. “We didn’t talk about sex stuff, but we talked about other things, like taking our clothes off and showing off.”
My eyebrows rose.
“Yeah. She likes doing it. Showing off, I mean. Her breasts, especially. She’s done wet T-shirt contests. And she likes skinny dipping and stuff.”
“Oh. Okay. In that case…”
“She asked if I minded. If you see her, I mean. That’s when we started talking about naughty games and all. I didn’t tell her we were nudists or anything, but I said we like to fool around. Then she asked about you.”
“What about me?”
“What you’re like. In bed. How often we do it, if I get off, stuff like that. Will doesn’t take his time, she said. He’s, like, ‘wham, bam, done.’ Then he isn’t interested anymore. And he doesn’t pay attention to her the rest of the time, either.”
I nodded.
“That’s why she likes you,” Christy continued. “You do. Pay attention, I mean. And she likes flirting and getting guys worked up. She isn’t a tease, though. I think she really wants to do it with you. She didn’t come right out and say it, but I could tell.”
“And you’re okay with that?”
“Oh my gosh, yes! You know me. I like to watch. And I know it’s just sex with her.”
I nodded.
“See? I’m learning.” Her smile faded. “I still don’t know what I’m doing, though. Erin says—”
“Forget what Erin says. She isn’t here. Ask me next time.”
“Yes, sir. Only, I wanted to surprise you.”
“I know. But surprises have a way of backfiring, especially…”
“If you don’t know what you’re doing,” she finished. She sighed and turned thoughtful. Then she sighed again, but it was different, less frustrated.
I glanced at her sideways.
“Sometimes I hate that you can read me so easily,” she said.
“Is now one of those times?”
“No.”
“Do you need some attention before we get there? Should I find somewhere to pull over?”
“Yes, please.”
* * *
“Mmm, thank you,” Christy said languidly. “You always know what I need.” She kissed the tip of my softening cock. “And thank you, Mr. Big. You’re the best pacifier in the world.”
“He says you’re welcome.”
“I can hear him too, you know.” She smiled fondly but then rolled her eyes. “I still can’t believe he thought a threesome with Gina was a good idea.”
“He’s an optimist.”
“Sorry, Mr. Big. You’ll have to settle for Lily.”
“He’s fine with that.”
“Do you really think it’ll happen?”
“I think it’s possible. Depends on Will.”
She nodded, and her expression slowly turned thoughtful. “I owe you an apology.”
“For what?”
“I know you think I’m bad with money, that I don’t pay attention, but I really try. Only, I get excited and forget.”
“Are you talking about this weekend?”
“I’m sorry I said we’d pay for it. I should’ve asked you first.”
“Eh, I’ll survive,” I said. “It’s only money.”
She nodded, and I couldn’t help but compare her reaction to Sara’s. In many ways, Christy was a little princess. She wasn’t haughty or difficult, but she’d never had to worry about money, time, or anything else. Her parents and brothers had always taken care of her.
At least she understood that other people worked hard to pay for the things she took for granted. She was genuinely grateful, too. And maybe she understood, at least subconsciously, that she needed someone like me to take care of her. Just like I needed her.
She studied me quietly, curious but content. “What’re you thinking?”
“Nothing,” I said automatically. “Just… I can’t imagine life without you.”
“Me either.” She smiled but then turned introspective. “Does it ever seem weird? Swinging. Like, for real. Not just as a concept.”
“What about it?”
“For the record, I still don’t think it’s swinging with other girls. It isn’t really cheating, either. Not as far as I’m concerned. It’s just… having fun. I don’t have to hide it anymore—not from you, I mean—but still…” She shrugged. “It’s different now that we’re talking about other guys. At least you don’t get upset about it. Most guys would, you know.”
I nodded. “It’s only fair. I want to have sex with other women.”
“But you’re a man. You’re supposed to. Women aren’t supposed to want the same thing. I know, Mr. Equal Rights, it’s a double standard. But it still seems weird. To think that it’s okay for me too.”
She thought of something and grinned. “Brooke and I used to talk about how we’d like a whole harem of guys. Like Fantasy Island or something. We could do anything we wanted and no one would know. She went crazy in hers. Like, three guys at a time. I only gave blowjobs in mine.”
“Hold on,” I said. “You like sex, right?”
“Oh my gosh, yes! I love it. But blowjobs aren’t the same. I know you keep telling me they are.” She imitated me perfectly, “Oral sex is still sex,” but then rolled her eyes. “Oh, please. Oral sex can’t make a baby.”
“No, but—”
“Only penis in vagina can do that.”
I had a sudden revelation. “Is that why you think sex with other girls isn’t cheating?”
“Of course. It’s just fun, like a blowjob.” She grinned up at me. “You don’t mind if I do it with Will? If he comes in my mouth? And if I swallow?”
“I don’t mind a bit. As a matter of fact…”
She grinned and turned her attention to my resurgent erection. “Don’t worry, Mr. Big,” she said, “you can come in my mouth any time you want. Now? Oh, all right. If you insist.”