Three Little Words

“What? Wren sleeping with two guys at once? No, why should it?” She rested her hand on her stomach for a moment and then sat bolt upright. “Hold on!” She turned to face me. “Do you mean what I think you do? You want me to…?” She gulped. “Do it…? With both of you?”

I gazed at her calmly.

“No! Absolutely not,” she said. “Never in a million years.”

I almost asked if she were trying to convince me or herself, but I kept my mouth shut.

“That’s… immoral! Outside the bonds of marriage. Totally out of the question. I can’t believe you’d even ask me.” She took a long drink to steady her nerves.

“I didn’t.” Not technically.

“Of course you—!” She replayed the conversation and realized I was right. She took another long drink of whiskey. “Oh my gosh. I thought you were asking me to… you know.” She went to take another drink and realized her glass was empty, so I handed her mine. She winced at the watered-down flavor, but drained it anyway. “Don’t scare me like that,” she said as the alcohol finally began to steady her.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to.” But I planted the seed.

She nodded and finally began to relax. She’d come a long way since Halloween, but she still had plenty of Catholic guilt to overcome. I poured the last of the whiskey into our glasses, a splash each.

“Come here, Little Bit.” I guided her into my lap and turned her to face me. “Spread your legs. Straddle my hips.”

“It feels weird sitting like this,” she said. “Unladylike. Totally exposed.

Especially with no hair down there to hide anything.”

“I know. That’s why I want you here.” I handed her a glass and picked up my own. “Sláinte.”

“Sláinte.” She tossed it back and then eyed me. “Are you trying to get me drunk?”

“Not a chance.”

“I think you’re lying.”

“Okay, you caught me. I want to get you drunk and take advantage of you.”

“You don’t need to get me drunk for that. You can do it any time you want. Not do it, but you know what I mean.”

“Yeah. But before I do, I need to tell you something.”

Her brow furrowed at my serious tone.

I took her empty glass and set it aside, followed by my own. Then I tilted her face up and kissed her, tender but lingering.

“I love you,” I said quietly. “I love learning about your past. I love telling you about mine. But mostly I love how we’re both changing and growing together.”

She nodded and crossed her arms behind my neck.

“And I’m glad you’re finally showing your true self. I think you still hold back a lot—”

“I don’t want you to think I’m weird.”

“You aren’t. But I think you have some really kinky fantasies, and you’re beginning to realize that I like that sort of thing. No, I love it. I love you.

Period. Full stop. End of discussion.”

“Thank you. I love you too.” She kissed me, and her hunger flared. She tightened her arms around my neck and pressed her body to mine. “Oh, boy,”

she said. “Now I’m really drunk. That last one did it.”

“That last one? Not the ones before it?”

“Maybe.” She moistened her lips. “But now I’m ready for a different

drink. Something… creamier.”

“Ah,” I laughed, “there’s my flirty girl!”

“Mmm, no.” She grinned when my eyebrows rose. “This is horny girl.

And she needs a penis in her mouth. Do you know where she can find one?”

“As a matter of fact, I do.”

“Oh, goody! But horny girl is really horny. She might need it more than once.”

I laughed and kissed her. “Horny girl can suck my cock as many times as she wants.”

“Mmm, you said cock. I love how it feels in my mouth.”

“Then by all means, let’s get started.” I gently disentangled us and moved to a chair.

Christy knelt between my legs and rested her arms on my thighs. She skipped her usual foreplay and went straight to sucking. She wasn’t in a hurry, though, so I relaxed and settled back to enjoy a slow, sensual blowjob.

Trip and Wren arrived the next evening after dinner. Christy and I were lingering over a bottle of wine when we heard the door open.

“Hello? Anyone home?” Trip called.

“Yeah, in here! C’mon in.”

He almost ran me over as I rounded the corner. His parka and stocking cap were dusted with snow.

“Hey! Good to see you,” I said. “Glad you made it safe and sound.

Lemme put on my coat and I’ll help you unload.”

Wren stomped in with a swirl of snow.

I gave her a quick hug and then grabbed my things from the pegs by the door. “Warm up by the stove,” I told her. “Trip and I will unload. Bathroom is on your left if you need it.”

“I’ll give her a tour,” Christy said.

Trip and I talked as we brought their suitcases inside. They’d had a decent trip, albeit a long one. They had stocked up on alcohol, though. We carried in a half-case of wine, another of champagne, and a couple of bottles of whiskey, along with several bags of groceries. The girls went to work unloading in the kitchen while Trip and I hauled in more firewood.

“Looks like a nice place,” he said as we shed our outerwear.

“Yeah. Solid construction.” I grabbed a suitcase and led the way upstairs.

“It has good insulation, but sound travels inside. Just FYI.”