“I know what you’re thinking,” Christy laughed softly. “Mr. Big just told me.”
“Treacherous organ,” I muttered, only half joking.
“No! He’s very nice. He always tells me what you’re thinking.” She looked up. “Speaking of which… why are you so horny all of a sudden? Didn’t you get enough earlier? And last night?”
“I never get enough,” I said, but it was my default answer.
“You were having a dream, weren’t you? I thought so. You have them a lot, you know. You poke me awake.”
I chuckled. “Is that why you grabbed my dick? Earlier?”
“Probably. I might’ve been having a dream of my own.”
“Oh?”
“I don’t remember what it was, but I’m sure it involved a certain penis.”
“So… the usual.”
“I can’t help it,” she play-griped. “I like penis. Yours especially, but others too.”
“Trip’s?”
“I suppose. But I was really thinking about Mark. I… um… was talking to Erin about him. Before she left, I mean.”
I waited expectantly.
“She says he comes a lot. Not like you,” she added quickly. “You shoot a lot each time, but he comes more often. Does that make sense?”
“Of course.”
“You’ve seen him do it, haven’t you? Last year, for Leah’s birthday.” Christy laughed when she felt my surprise. “Of course I know. You told me some of it, remember? And Erin filled in the rest, with plenty of details. Hot, steamy ones.”
I felt a moment of panic, but it was automatic, a reaction to the taboo more than anything. Christy knew all about my history with Erin, so I relaxed almost as quickly.
“She still wants to go all the way,” Christy added.
“I know.” Unfortunately, I wasn’t sure how I felt about it.
“Don’t worry, she won’t try anything with other people around. Only, she likes to tease you.”
“No kidding.”
“She gets it from your mother.”
“And Susan,” I added.
Christy looked up, studied my expression, and turned serious. “Are you okay? About Susan, I mean, and the way things have changed?”
“What do you mean?”
“That you only have sex with her occasionally. I know you used to do it all the time when you were here. Erin told me,” she said before I could ask. “But now you’re with me, and you’re here.” She looked around, at the bungalows and the clearing as a whole—in other words, the Retreat. “Do you miss it?”
“What? Being down in the main camp? Sex with Susan?” I struggled to put my thoughts into words, but Christy had learned enough patience not to worry.
“Yes and no,” I said at last. “Yes, I miss the constant sex and learning new things. And I guess I miss the carefree days, when I didn’t have to worry about work and schedules and building permits and everything else. But I was a teenager back then. A kid, really. I didn’t have a lot of control over my life. I don’t miss that at all, not one bit.”
Christy nodded, and I continued to work through my feelings.
“As far as Susan goes,” I said, “I miss having sex with her, but not like you think. I know you don’t mind—”
She immediately shook her head.
“—but I guess I’ve moved on. Yeah, it’s still fun—duh, it’s sex—but I want something different now.” I searched my feelings and tried to explain. “Susan was never ‘just sex,’ but she wasn’t my girlfriend. And she definitely wasn’t someone I could marry. I couldn’t have a family with her, either. She wasn’t looking for that, and neither was I. Not at the time, at least.”
I hesitated a moment and then added, “Things have changed. I still want to have sex with her—and other women, too, for that matter—but I want someone permanent. I want a wife, a partner. I want you.”
Christy laughed softly, mostly to herself. “Never in a million years…,” she said at last. She didn’t elaborate, so I prompted her with a look.
“Hey, I gave you time,” she groused playfully.
“Fair enough. Take all the time you need. We have the rest of our lives.”
She rewarded me with a familiar wry grimace but then smiled. “I never thought I’d hear my boyfriend— Excuse me, my future husband say he wants to have sex with other women. Not and react the way I did.”
“Oh?”
“Do you need to ask?”
“No, I guess not.”
“Mmm. I like being a swinger,” she said. “And I suppose that’s why I asked about Susan. I know how you feel about her. Only, I don’t want to come between you.”
“You won’t.”
“I know. But I still had to ask.”
I nodded.
“It’s weird, though… I don’t want to do anything with her, but I get excited about watching. The same with your mother, I suppose. I wouldn’t mind watching…,” she hinted.
“What?” I chuckled. “A repeat of spring break? More ‘best laid plans’?” I gave it some serious thought but then shook my head. “That was a one-time thing, an itch we needed to scratch.”
“I suppose,” Christy said with polite doubt.
“I don’t think it’ll happen again,” I said, more firmly. “I don’t get that vibe from her. Not anymore.”
“If you say so. For the record, it was just a thought, not a suggestion.” She paused before she dropped the real bomb, “It’s different with Erin.”
I held very still. “Different how?”
“You know,” she said, cryptic and obvious at the same time. “It might not happen this week, but it’s going to happen.”
“And you know this… how?”
“A little birdy told me,” she said whimsically. “A little birdy who’s going to make it happen. Oh my gosh, Paul, I get all hot and slippery when I think about it.”
“Like now?” I teased.
“Do you need to ask?” she repeated coyly.
“Nope.”
“I’ve been thinking about other things, too.”
“Like Leah?”
“Oh my gosh, yes! She’s so beautiful and exotic. But that isn’t what I was talking about. Well, it sort of is, but not really. Erin was telling me about this game. Blindfold Blowjob Bingo…?”
To be continued…
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