My eyebrows rose at the big word.
“Consonance and harmony are much better. Besides, I can’t explain why ‘Trip and you’ doesn’t sound right with ‘Bo and Luke,’ but it doesn’t. One’s backward, but they have to match. First things first, last things last.”
I actually understood the Christy-logic, which surprised me. If Trip was Bo and I was Luke, they needed to come in that order. “You and Trip” was the natural way to say it, along with “Bo and Luke.” But the comparisons didn’t agree when she said them naturally and put them together in the same sentence.
“Besides,” she continued, “you started this whole thing. You should’ve said ‘tie you up and fuck you’ things.” She paused for a moment and considered it. “Mmm, that sounds better.”
She rose and carried her towel around the end of the bed, and I lay back to watch her. She’d traded her bikini bottoms for soft cotton panties—she was still on her period—but she was nude otherwise. Her sun-bronzed skin was flawless, and it shone with moisture from her lotion. Her small, firm breasts were as tan as the rest of her, and even her nipples had darkened to the color of chocolate. She realized I was watching her.
“What?” she asked self-consciously.
“Nothing. Just reminding myself how lucky I am.”
She smiled. “Thank you. But that’s my job.”
I kicked off the sheet and exposed my penis. It began to swell with arousal. “Oh, don’t worry,” I said, “I have a job for you.”
“Mmm, my favorite.”
“Speaking of jobs,” I said, “are you okay with this afternoon? You and Trip…?”
She disappeared into the bathroom, hung her towel, and turned off the light. She returned to the bedroom and bent to turn off the bedside light as well. Then she climbed onto the mattress. It creaked as she scooted to my side.
Her skin was warm and smooth, and her hair smelled of jasmine and honey. She kissed my chest, sighed in contentment, and reached for my penis. She stroked it for a moment before she returned to the conversation.
“Of course I’m okay with it. You knew I would be. It’s my favorite thing.”
“Wren was a little worried,” I said.
“Wren? Or you?”
“Okay, you got me. Yeah, I was a little worried.”
“Don’t be. You know me. I love a penis in my mouth. Sure, I’m glad Trip enjoyed it—”
“Three times!” I laughed.
“So sue me. I like sucking dick. Oh, and for the record, I’ve decided to call it that from now on.”
I had an inkling of where she was going with that bit of Christy-logic, too. Either I needed to have my head examined or I was starting to think like her.
“I know how you are with words,” she added. “Penis, dick, and cock. I like penises. And I don’t really care what they look like. Like you are with breasts, the only thing I care is, ‘Can I see it?’ I used to think, ‘Can I touch it?’ but not anymore.”
“Makes sense,” I agreed.
“Some are more attractive than others, but they’re all fun to look at. I don’t want to suck all of ’em, though. I only wanna suck certain ones. Yours, especially, but Trip’s too. Mark’s. I wouldn’t mind sucking Freddie’s, but I don’t think he’s like that. Besides, Rosemary definitely isn’t.”
“No.”
“I’d like to suck the guy in the main camp,” she continued. “You know, the one who noticed we were shaved. The one with the pretty wife and little boy, I mean. Not the old one who scowled at us. Ugh, no.” She shivered with revulsion, although she immediately returned to the young couple. “I noticed how you looked at them, though. You were making a list, weren’t you? People who might want to try swinging.”
“I was,” I chuckled.
“Well, they should definitely be on the list. His wife was interested. In you more than me, but I’m okay with that. Anyway, where was I? Oh, right. Penises. So, I like them all. But some are nice and suckable. They’re the dicks. Then there’s the last kind, The Cock—”
I grinned when I heard the capital letters. I liked being inside her head.
“—and there’s only one of those,” she finished. She answered my unspoken question with a gentle squeeze. “Of course it’s yours. I love everything about him. He’s my favorite penis in the whole world. But he’s a ‘dick’ when I think about him and someone else. He’s a ‘cock’ when you use him on me. Mmm, cock.” She paused to fondle the cock in question, although she turned serious again. “So, that’s what I mean. If I say ‘dick,’ you know I’m talking about someone else. ‘Cock’ means you and you alone. Well, you and him, but you know what I mean.”
“That… actually makes sense.”
“Don’t sound so surprised. I know you think I’m silly and illogical, but I’m not. I’m not like you or Brooke, but I’m still logical.”
“You are,” I agreed.
“I knew you’d see it my way.” She skipped back to an even earlier part of the conversation. “So, yes, I’d be fine if you and Trip do Luke and Bo things to me. That still doesn’t sound right, but you know what I mean.”
I nodded.
“Maybe we should find a better word. Or phrase. Or whatever. How about ‘double-dick things’? No, we can’t say that in public. ‘Double-team’? Obvious. Hmm, maybe… ‘submarine things’?”
I frowned for a moment but then laughed when it hit me. “Because they’re long and hard and full of seamen? Ha!”
“I told you, I’ve heard just about every dick joke there is.”
“Evidently.”
She sighed. “I suppose we need to shorten it anyway. Maybe we can just say ‘sub sandwich.’ That fits with my metabolism. And it’s pretty innocuous, isn’t it?”
“Wow, you’re full of big words tonight.”
“The injections you give me. You have big words in your semen.”
“That must be it,” I agreed dryly.
“Okay, so we’ll call it a sub sandwich. A couple of long, hard dicks, all for me. Mmm, I love the thought of you fucking me while I suck Trip’s dick. Only, I wish you could tie me up too. Not with Trip, though, and especially not with Wren. Oh my gosh, no! But… maybe with another guy?”
She paused to imagine it.
“Mmm, you could take turns using my mouth,” she went on. “Blindfold me and invite your friends. Then you’d make me suck their dicks while you fuck me. Maybe we could put an ad in the back of one of those magazines. You know, something like, ‘Eager young lady seeks dicks to suck. Men eighteen to twenty-five only, please.’ Hold on, do you think we should make it older? Probably,” she said before I could answer.
“The man in camp was older, and he was still cute,” she added. “Don’t get me wrong, I think your dad’s cute too, and he has a really nice penis, but I don’t want to suck it. Sorry. But… um… where was I? The ad, right! So, ‘Eager young lady seeks dicks to suck. Men eighteen to thirty, please. Send application and pictures to Box 69—’ Darn it, I forgot our zip code again. What is it? Never mind, you’ll help me write the ad, won’t you?”
“Oh, absolutely.”
“I know you think this is funny,” she said primly, “but I’m serious. Okay, maybe not about the ad, but I like sucking dick. And I need a steady supply. Of semen, I mean. It’s good for my hair. And nails, which need all the help they can get. Besides, it has protein. I need lots and lots of protein. My metabolism, you know. Mmm, and my libido. Sorry, can’t talk now. Need to suck. Cock, I mean. That’s him, in case you weren’t paying attention.”
“Oh, I was,” I assured her. I guided her head to my erection. “Less talking, more sucking.”
“Yeth, thir.”
* * *
Trip and I dressed in work clothes and went to check the road progress on Monday morning. The crew was busy clearing the undergrowth and cutting down trees. They were stacking the larger ones for a logging company to collect, but the saplings, branches, and everything else went into a big wood chipper.