“That’s good,” I croaked. Then I cleared my throat. “I mean…”
“Don’t be upset on my behalf,” she said. “Yeah, Vaughn was a real asshole—”
I still felt a jolt of surprise whenever she cursed.
“—but over the years I’ve come to terms with it. And… he made me think a lot about what I like. So I didn’t feel guilty when I met Brooke and started doing even naughtier things. Or when I met you and started telling you about my fantasies. I trust you. Besides, you aren’t like Vaughn—”
“I should hope not,” I snorted. “He was a mean, selfish, abusive asshole.
Probably still is.”
She laughed, bright and genuinely amused. “You and your words,” she said fondly. “You’re creative even when you cuss someone out. But I’m getting distracted again. Where was I?
“Okay,” she went on, “so Vaughn made Lani and me give them blowjobs.
Peter always came super-fast, so we’d watch Lani give Vaughn head. He liked being watched, but he was always a jerk about it. He thought he was humiliating Peter or something, by making him watch his sister blow him.
But Peter always got hard again, watching, so I’d get to do him again.
“He was really sweet to me,” she mused. “That’s one of the reasons I kept doing it with him once Vaughn left.” She paused to make sure she had everything in order in her head. “His family moved during Christmas break.
We’d been fooling around for a couple of months. I knew by then that Vaughn had gone back to his first girlfriend, but he still came by Lani and Peter’s house for blowjobs from her or me while Peter watched.”
“Yeah, ‘asshole’ might be too polite to describe him,” I said.
“You can get really creative later,” Christy said. “Let me finish my story first. So, his father worked for the Navy. He was some kind of contractor, and his company transferred him back to the mainland. Vaughn never said goodbye or anything, but I wasn’t upset. I mean, he’d never really been my boyfriend, even in my head. My Dad’s stupid rule, but also—” She sat back and realized something with a start.
“Oh my gosh. I was about to say, ‘it was just blowjobs, it never meant anything.’” She looked up at me in surprise. “I mean, I was just doing it
’cause I enjoyed it. And… maybe I realized even back then that sex and love were different.”
“I think you’ve known all along,” I said.
“Maybe you’re right. Only, I needed someone to explain it to me. Wow! I never realized…” She thought about it some more. “Huh. That’s pretty cool.
And I guess it’s why I changed my mind so easily after you told me.”
“I wouldn’t say ‘easily,’” I countered. “We almost had a couple of arguments about it.”
“We’ve had arguments about God and religion, but I haven’t changed my mind about them.”
“Touché. And you’re probably right. I mean, you can be pretty stubborn.”
“And don’t you forget it, mister!”
“You’re so much like your father. He does this thing when he’s confronted with a new set of facts. He adjusts. It’s like he flips a switch in his head. You do it too. Like when you found out I’m a nudist. You adjusted to the new situation as if it had always been that way.”
“Well, I’d been nude around people before, although mostly girls,” she said. “Besides, I like being a nudist, especially with you. I’m still a little nervous about larger groups, though.”
“That’s because you’re still insecure about your body. Don’t worry, everyone is. I used to be pudgy and really shy—”
“That’s what Erin said!” she laughed.
“—but I’m pretty confident now.”
“You can say that again. It’s very attractive.”
“Thank you.” I smiled and caressed her cheek. She pressed her face to my palm and closed her eyes. When she opened them again, she smiled up at me.
Then she turned her attention to my dick.
“So, what do you think, Mr. Big? Is it a good story so far? You like it when I’m Scheherazade? Do you think your owner’s ready to hear the rest?”
“He says we are.”
“I know. Duh. I understand him just fine.” She rolled her eyes playfully.
Then she bounced to her feet. “I need a snack. The real kind, not your liquid diet kind. And… do you wanna refill our drinks and move to the bed? I think that’s where we’re gonna end up anyway. Besides, I’m getting kinda hot sitting next to the fire. Is that okay?”
“Um… sure.” I picked up our glasses and stood.
Christy took one look at me and sank to her knees. “Sorry, need to suck first.”
So I stood there with a whiskey tumbler in each hand and watched as she kissed and sucked my cock back to life.
“Come on, Little Bit,” I said when she pulled back. “Go fetch your snack.
I’ll refill the drinks and meet you in bed.”
“Yes, sir.”
I grabbed the bottle of whiskey and poured as Christy opened the outside door and retrieved a baggie of carrots and celery from the snowbank. She
actually stood in the cold air for a moment, and I marveled at her metabolism while I enjoyed the sight of her slim figure. She did a little dance turn and closed the door. Her nipples were stiff and tight from the cold. She wasn’t the least bit self-conscious until she realized I was watching. Then she blushed and looked down.
“You’re beautiful,” I said.
“Thank you. You’re pretty handsome yourself.”
“Thanks. Now come on. I wanna hear the rest of this story.”
“Yes, sir.” She grinned and took a running start at the bed. She didn’t have room for a full gymnastics routine, but she did a cartwheel and then vaulted into the high bed.
I tried to pry my eyebrows off the ceiling. Then I did my best not to laugh as she squawked and realized she’d dropped her baggie of veggies in the middle of the cartwheel. She leapt off the bed, grabbed it from the floor, and returned with another vault. Then she composed herself and tried to pretend the last few seconds hadn’t happened.
“Naked gymnastics,” I said. “Nice.”
“I like showing off for you. Simon always said I was ‘too exuberant.’”
She rolled her eyes. “I don’t know what I ever saw in him.”
“Safety,” I said as I joined her on the bed and handed her a tumbler of whiskey. “And an escape from your family.”
“Maybe. I love my family, but… sometimes they drive me crazy. I mean, they all expected me to marry someone in the military and raise kids. Like, that’s all I’d ever do.” She looked down and shrugged. “It’s what my mother did. Marianne and Lynne too. Sabrina’s different, but still…”
“You and I can decide what we do,” I said firmly. “And we already decided that it won’t be the military. Kids, for sure, but when we’re ready.”
She looked up in surprise. “You mean it?”
“Of course, but…” I gave her a sly grin. “You know how kids happen, right?”
She rolled her eyes. “Yes, Mr. Intercourse, I know how kids happen.”
“Just making sure.”
“Not till we’re married.”
“So we’re back to that, are we?”
She frowned in thought but laughed almost immediately. “No, I meant the kids! Oh my gosh, no, we’re going to do the other long before we’re married.”
It was my turn to laugh. “Oh, okay. I thought… Well, you know what I thought.”
“I do,” she agreed. Then she grinned at what she’d just said. She had another thought and took a sip of whiskey to cover it.
“Oh, no,” I prompted. “Tell me.”
“If you must know…”
“I must, I must.”
“I was thinking about intercourse.”
“With me, I hope.”
“Of course with you.” She rolled her eyes. “Who else would I be thinking about? Never mind! I don’t know if I’m ready for the answer.”