“Promise?”
“I promise.”
She planted a wet kiss on my glans. Then she swirled her tongue around the ridge. “I’m going to hold you to it.” She didn’t wait for my answer before she started sucking.
I came a lot quicker than I thought I would, especially considering I was half-asleep. Christy didn’t seem to mind. She swallowed and then kept sucking until my eyelids started to droop.
“I’m fadin’ fast up here,” I said.
“Uh-oh. I have to go, Mr. Penis,” she told him.
I chuckled and caressed her hair.
“Don’t go anywhere,” she added. “I’ll be back.” Then she scooted up and settled by my side.
I yawned and hoped the extra oxygen would help. “Okay,” I said at last, “what d’you wanna talk about?”
“Are you sure you’re awake?”
“Awake enough.” I took another deep breath and forced myself to focus.
“Better,” she said. “And… thank you. I know you’re tired, but I woke up and couldn’t go back to sleep.”
“Why not?”
“I was thinking. About Kim.”
“Oh, her.”
“Oh, her,” Christy mocked. “I’m serious, Paul. I never got a chance to tell you what we talked about. By the way, it’s a good thing the delivery men were late. It gave us time to talk. She’s really nice. I like her.”
“Me too.”
“I’m sure you do.”
I chuckled.
“Sometimes I wish I looked more like her.”
“I don’t.”
“I know. You tell me all the time.”
“Because it’s true.”
“Thank you.” She kissed my chest and sighed.
Part of me still wanted to go back to sleep, but I knew better than to try. Christy was stubborn and persistent enough that she’d wake me again. So I stifled a yawn, rubbed her back, and bided my time.
“Thank you,” she repeated. “I don’t know what you just said to yourself, but I’m sure it was about me.”
“It was.”
“Good, I hope.”
“Mmm hmm. I know how you are.”
“You do. And that’s what I love best about us. Yeah, the sex is amazing, and I love when we create things together—art, I mean—but the best part is that you understand me. Better than anyone. Better than Brooke and Laurie. Combined.” She trailed her fingers over my balls and then fondled my cock. “Much better.”
“I know. And I’m glad.”
“Me too.”
“Sorry, Mr. Penis,” she said after a moment. “The grown-ups need to talk. Go play with the twins.”
I snorted a laugh.
“Now, where were we?” she continued. “Right, Kim. She likes you too. But she’s nervous.”
“Makes sense. Anything specific?”
“Well, they want to try swinging, but it’s more than that. She doesn’t have much experience. With men, I mean.”
My forehead wrinkled. “But… she’s married.”
“Oh, sorry! She has plenty of experience with Carter, but she’d only been with one guy before him. Her parents were really strict. She didn’t lose her virginity till she was twenty.”
“Sounds familiar,” I said.
“I was eighteen, thank you very much. Besides, I did a lot before that. She didn’t.”
“Okay,” I said slowly.
“She wants to make him happy. Carter, I mean. That’s why she wants to try swinging.”
“This won’t work if she’s only doing it for him,” I cautioned.
“Oh, no! She wants to do it too. She thinks you’re sexy. And she wants to see what she missed by not sleeping with more guys. I told her you’re only the second guy I slept with, but she isn’t like me. Well, she is, but she isn’t, if that makes sense.”
“It does,” I chuckled.
“She’s like me in one way,” Christy said, soft and tempting. “She likes giving head. We talked about it. She’d never done it before Carter. He taught her everything. He’s a lot like you, by the way. It’s his favorite thing. Even more than sex, she said.”
“I’m not surprised. He seems like the type,” I added. “He likes to be in control.”
Christy snorted affectionately. “That’s the pot calling the kettle black.”
“Yeah, I know. But… I think he gets off on it, if that makes sense.”
“It does. And it makes even more sense from what Kim told me.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah. He likes to tell her what to do. And he likes watching. Sometimes he’ll tell her to get dressed up so he can take her to a bar. Only, he won’t sit with her. He’ll watch her flirt with other guys, the ones who buy her drinks. Then he’ll come and hit on her like any of the other guys, only he’s the one who picks her up. They have wild sex afterward. Only, now he wants to watch her have sex for real. He’s really picky about the guy, though.”
“Who wouldn’t be?”
“You don’t understand, it’s more than that. He wants a guy with a big dick. No, a big cock.”
My eyebrows rose, and it was my turn to snort. “He’s going to be disappointed.”
“I don’t think so. You’re pretty big, but I know you’re self-conscious about it. You shouldn’t be,” she assured me. “Like me and my chest,” she added with a soft laugh. “I’m totally self-conscious, but only ’cause I know how much guys care about that sort of thing. Me? Personally? I like my breasts. I think they’re cute and perky. But sometimes I still wish they were bigger, more like Kim’s. Or maybe Brooke’s. No, like Terri’s! Oh my gosh, hers are perfect.
“Anyway, where was I?” she continued. “Oh, right. Kim. And your penis. She asked a bunch of questions. How long? How thick? Straight or curved? Stuff like that.” All of a sudden she laughed. “She was really surprised when I took out my sketchbook and just showed her.”
“What’d she think?”
“Oh, Paul, guys care more about penises than we do. I’m sort of the exception, and Kim isn’t like me that way. She’s more normal. She doesn’t care about size or shape or any of that. She was asking for Carter. And she said you’re exactly what he wants, big but not a ‘horse-cock.’ I swear, that’s what she said.”
“Seriously?”
“He doesn’t want to hurt her. He just wants a guy who’s bigger than he is. Oh, and for the record, she says he has a nice penis. It isn’t super-long or anything, but it’s really thick. And he keeps her very happy with it.”
I nodded and then asked, “What about her? What does she want?”
“She just wants to make him happy. But she was definitely excited when I told her you’re good in bed. I think they’re a lot more like us than we realized.”
“Sounds like it,” I agreed.
“Oh, she also said he wants to take pictures. Of her and me. Doing normal things, not sex,” she added hastily. “Like glamour shots.”
“Only… nude.”
“Of course.” She felt my reaction. “Yeah, that’s what I thought too. What happens if someone else sees them? Or someone takes the negatives? Or he makes copies and gives them to his buddies?”
“I… don’t think he’d do that,” I said after a moment.
“I don’t either. And… I’ve been thinking. I wanted Polaroids for us, but we were doing naughty things when we took them, things we really don’t want other people to know about.”
“Exactly.”
“But nudes are different,” she said. “I’d still be embarrassed if they got out, especially if my family ever saw, but…” She thought about it and shrugged. “Most of our close friends are nudists anyway. And… I don’t really care if other people see me. I sort of do, but not really. I’m not beautiful like Brooke or sexy like Kim, but I think I have a nice body. Small, and maybe a little scrawny, but still nice.”
“It’s very nice,” I told her. “And you’re prettier than Brooke. Sexier than Kim, too.”
“Thank you, but—”
“You are to me, and that’s all that matters.”
“Thank you,” she said again. Then she paused to work up her courage. “So… you wouldn’t mind if Carter takes nude photos?”