“You can’t help it,” she said. “It was the way you treated her. And me. You paid attention. You took care of us. Even later, in bed. You made sure we came first.”
“That’s just being a good lover.”
“Mmm, it is. But I don’t think you understand what it’s like. For most women, I mean.”
“I understand a little,” I said defensively.
“You do. But you’re a man. You’ll never understand. Not for real. But tonight makes me love you even more.”
I felt my usual sense of whiplash when she changed directions in the middle of a conversation. She even called me on it.
“I know you think I’m all over the place tonight,” she said, “but I can’t help it. I have a million thoughts when I’m with you.” She changed direction again. “And I see how you are with Lily and Brooke and even Gina, last night. Do you know why I was so upset when Mr. Big wanted a threesome with her?”
“No, why?”
“Because she wanted it too.”
“No, she didn’t.”
“Yes, Paul, she did. She hid it from you, but I could tell. She knew I knew, too.”
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
“Like what? Excuse me,” she mocked, “I know you want to have sex with my boyfriend, but it isn’t going to happen?”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”
“I know I’m right,” she said with finality. “I love you, Paul, and I’ll do anything for you, but not with Gina.”
“I wouldn’t ask you to. I didn’t. That was the whole point. The little head thought of it, but the big head said no.”
“I know. And I love you both because of it. Him for thinking of it, and you for not going along.”
“Okay…,” I said slowly.
“I know you think I’m being silly,” she added, “and I’m probably not making sense, but I don’t have your way with words.”
“I think I understand.”
“I don’t think you do,” she said fondly, “but I’m glad you try. That’s more than most men do.” She hugged me tight and then sighed. “I love you so much right now.”
“I love you too.”
“But Mr. Big probably thinks I’ve forgotten about him. That’s a good thing, though. He’s easier to get in my throat before he gets all stiff and insistent. And then… You’ll be proud of me,” she said as an aside. “I’m just going to tell you what I want.”
“I like that.”
“I know. That’s why I do it. Anyway, where was I? Oh, right! Do you remember that time with Brooke? When I came and she thought I’d had a seizure?”
I chuckled.
“What’s so funny?” she demanded semi-indignantly.
“Nothing. I was thinking the same thing myself, though.”
“What?”
“Fucking you deep and making you come like that.”
“Oh my gosh, you were? See? You always know what I need.”
“I do.”
“Mmm, my two favorite words.”
I chuckled and kissed the top of her head.
She pulled back the sheet. “Oh, Mr. Big? I need you. I have this spot deep in my throat. It’s like a clitoris, and only you can reach it. Then I need you to reach a spot deep in my vagina. What do you think? Can you handle it?”
“He says yes.”
“Mmm, I know.”
* * *
Christy woke me sometime early in the morning, well before dawn. As usual, she did it with a handjob.
“Oh, thank goodness,” she said when she felt me stir.
I rubbed her back and mumbled something unintelligible.
“I thought I was going to have to start before you were awake.”
“I’d’ve woken up eventually,” I said.
“Maybe.”
I chuckled. “Have I ever slept through a blowjob?”
“Um… yes?”
“For real? When?”
“All the time. You wake up, sort of, but then you go right back to sleep and don’t remember anything in the morning.”
“That explains some of the dreams I have,” I said.
“They aren’t dreams. You get hard at night. Like, a lot. You don’t expect me to ignore that, do you?”
“No, dear,” I teased. “How could you?”
“Exactly. And for the record,” she added, “I know you’re making fun of me, but I don’t care. I’ll be done in ten or fifteen minutes. Then you can go back to sleep.”
“Yes, dear.”
She took longer than fifteen minutes, but I wasn’t about to complain, even when she kept sucking after I came. She played with herself until she had a quiet orgasm. Then she lay with her head on my thigh as she recovered.
“Better?”
She nodded. “I think so. Now I can go back to sleep.”
“Me too?”
She settled by my side. Then she let out a sigh, and I felt her breathing begin to slow.
“My very own nymphomaniac,” I said fondly.
“And don’t you forget it.” She yawned and snuggled closer. “Night night.”
* * *
I woke her a couple of hours later. The little head started it, of course. Christy moaned softly as I played with her pussy and spread her growing moisture. Then she guided my cock between her legs. We made love slowly, but the bed still squeaked and gave us away.
“Tell me when you’re ready,” she said at last.
“I’m close.”
“Come in my mouth.” She felt my surprise. “I didn’t get enough last night.”
I smiled and kissed her ear. “My little semen monster.”
“Mmm, semen.”
I pulled out a couple of minutes later, and she disappeared under the covers. She moaned when she tasted herself on my cock and then again when I filled her mouth with salty warmth. She reappeared and drew a breath of fresh air.
“Oh my gosh, I don’t know why I love that so much, but I do.”
“Me too.”
She planted kisses up my stomach until she reached my chest. Then she straddled my hips and lay atop me. “I could go back to sleep right here.”
I chuckled and rubbed her back. “Only one problem with that.”
“You have to go to the bathroom.”
“Yeah, sorry. Do you need to go first?”
“Yes, please.” She kissed my chest and then hopped off. “You know me so well. Be right back.” She found my polo on the floor and pulled it on. Then she lifted the collar to her face. She closed her eyes and inhaled. “See? They smell like you. I’m not stealing, though. I’ll give it back. I promise.”
“It’s fine,” I said. “I was just teasing. I like when you wear my clothes.”
“You like it more when I don’t.” She flashed her bare pussy. Then she flipped the tail and showed me her cute little butt. “Be right back.”
I heard the toilet flush a minute later, and I reluctantly climbed out of bed. At least I wouldn’t have to wait for my hard-on to go away before I could pee. I didn’t bother with shorts or boxers. If Will saw, he could call me a fag all he liked.
Christy returned, and I slid past her on the way out. Lily was still asleep on the couch, and Will was presumably still passed out behind the curtain. I used the bathroom and then had to yank the door to get it unstuck.
Lily stirred and asked, “What time is it?”
“A little after eight.”
She nodded and pushed the blanket down as she rolled to her back. She wore a man’s T-shirt with the sleeves cut off. It was too large for her, and the sides were open to the hem. She yawned and stretched, and her left breast popped out. She didn’t move to cover it.
“Did you sleep okay?” I asked.
“Yeah. I kept waking up, but…” She shrugged.
“Hangover?”
“Not bad.” Then she tasted her mouth and grimaced.
“The bathroom’s free if you want it.”
She nodded and sat up and still didn’t cover her breast, although she blinked in surprise when she saw that I was nude.
I shrugged. “Like Christy said, I’m weird about nudity.”
“It’s really cool. I’ve never met a guy who likes to show off.”
“Like you do?”
“Yeah.” She grinned and made sure to draw my eyes to her exposed breast. “Will doesn’t like when I do,” she added. “Unless he’s drunk. Then he does. I wish he’d make up his mind.” She rolled her eyes. “Who cares? I’m so over him.”