Three Little Words

“I thought she must be,” she said. “Wren dropped a couple of hints. Erin too. She almost gave it away completely when she invited me to spend New Year’s with your family. She came up with some lame excuse about ‘silly games,’ though.”

“Holy crap! You really do remember everything, don’t you?”

“Where you’re concerned? Yes. Everything. And don’t you forget it,

mister.”

“Note to self…,” I said seriously.

“Besides, Erin was way too interested in our sex life, yours and mine. It was more than just sisterly friendship. I know what that’s like from Marianne and Sabrina. Lynne too, now that I mention it. We talk about our sex lives, but only in general terms. ‘We like this.’ ‘We do that.’ Or ‘have you tried so-and-so?’ Things like that. But with Erin it was like… she was interviewing me or something. Like, would I fit in with the group?”

“That’s exactly what she was doing. She thinks you’re cute. And she…

um… has a sex drive like mine.”

“I kind of thought so. Wren’s like that too.” She rolled her eyes and thought back. “I’ve been sketching her and making a maquette the past couple of weeks, while you’re at judo and Trip’s in class. She’s always in the mood, always talking about sex. She’s insatiable.” She thought of something and smiled but didn’t explain. Then her eyes sparkled with a question. “So, Erin’s like that too?”

“Erin’s basically a female version of me.”

“Mmm, that could be fun.”

I glanced at the whiskey bottle and realized we’d finished more than half of it.

“No, I’m not drunk,” Christy said. “I’m just… flirty. And horny. I like talking to you about sex.”

“I’m glad.”

“And speaking of which, how’d you get Wren and Trip involved? It was over the summer, wasn’t it? While you were at the camp?”

“And before. Trip tried it with me and Kendall. Then with a group of swingers at camp. It was different when he and Wren started dating, though.

He wasn’t emotionally involved with the others. It was just sex. But he had to make some mental adjustments with her.”

“I thought so. I’ve noticed. And Wren’s told me a lot that she doesn’t realize. Why does everyone underestimate me? I’m not an idiot.”

“Definitely not.” I chuckled. “But I think it’s ’cause you have this

‘innocent Catholic schoolgirl’ façade.” She heard the quotes and didn’t object. “It’s really good,” I added. “You’ve had to hide things so long that you don’t even realize you’re doing it.”

“Well… of course. I want people to think I’m cute and innocent.”

“I always thought you were cute. And I’ve always been attracted to you,

physically, but I never realized how much we had in common.”

She gave me a wry grin and said, “I’m not the only one with a good memory.”

“I remember everything where you’re concerned. And don’t you forget it, miss.”

She rolled her eyes and leaned forward for a kiss.

“I don’t know about you, but I’m one big wrinkle,” I said at last. “Are you ready to move to the bedroom?”

“I think so. I still wish…”

I looked a question at her.

“I really want to go all the way with you. Right here, right now. In my perfect fantasy, you’d pull me into your lap and stick your cock in me.”

My eyebrows shot skyward.

“But I know me. I’m… drunker than I thought. Not drunk-drunk, mind you, but enough that I’m not my usual self.”

I nodded.

“Also… I want to know what you have planned for me. So we need to keep talking. Do you want me to be a swinger too? Of course you do, but… I don’t know if I can. I mean, I want to, in my head, but…” She shrugged despondently. “I can’t even bring myself to go all the way with you. So how’m I s’posed to do it with some other guy?”

“Baby steps,” I said.

“I know. What is it you say, when part of you feels one way and part another? Well, part of me gets excited thinking about it, but most of me isn’t sure.”

“That’s okay. I’ve told you all along that you’re worth it, worth waiting for.”

She tilted her face up for another kiss. “Thank you. I really believe you when you say it.” She grinned and massaged my cock back to life. “I believe him too. He’s a lot easier to read than you are. You may not be as good as me at hiding things, but you’re pretty good. You’re… what’s the word?”

“Inscrutable.”

“I knew you’d know,” she said affectionately. Then her expression turned mischievous. “I may not be ready to be a swinger, but I’m ready for dessert, Mr. Porn Star Waiter.”

“My pleasure.” Then her words hit me. “Hold on, you’ve seen a lot more porn than you let on.”

“Mmm hmm. Brooke. We… had fun… over the summer, while you and Wren and Trip were doing the same. But I’ll save that story for later too.

Right now I want to place an order.”

“Oh? What would you like?”

“A penis parfait with a double helping of cream.”

“Ha! You don’t think small!”

“Not when I’m ordering from the Paul menu.”

The next morning Carolyn invited us to lunch with her family. Christy and I skied for a couple of hours and then returned to the inn to find Damon waiting for us.