Three Little Words

“Then I guess it’s a package deal.”

“It is!” I said with another laugh. “Come on, Little Bit, let’s get you moved in. Then we need to talk about that blowjob I mentioned.”

“Hold on, I thought you said two.”

“Right you are. Two it is!”

We spent the next hour consolidating things in my bedroom. Then we filled two dresser drawers with her underwear, one with everyday bras and panties and the other with special occasion lingerie.

She covered the top of the dresser with her “lotions and potions”—all the things she used on her face and body—and filled the closet to bursting with a fraction of her hanging clothes. She left all of her shoes and purses and most of her dresses and formal outfits in her old room, which looked like a tornado had gone through.

She was giddy afterward as we surveyed our new “home” together. It still looked like my room, except for the tubes and bottles and jars on the dresser, but it was ours.

“Hmm,” I said with a theatrical scowl. “It needs something else.”

Christy fell for it. “What?”

“I’m not sure…”

She grew more anxious.

“Ah! I know. Your clothes on the floor.”

She rolled her eyes but grinned.

“I’m serious. Strip. Now.”

“Yes, sir.”

I took off my own clothes and swatted her bare ass when she climbed onto the bed. She lay back, stretched languidly, and then posed for me. I simply admired her for a moment, until she grew tired of waiting.

“You promised me something,” she said.

“Oh?”

“Mmm hmm.”

“I wanna hear you say it.”

“You mean… blowjob?”

“Yep! That’s the magic word.” I straddled her chest and aimed my cock at her mouth. She ran her hands up the backs of my thighs and gripped my ass. Then she pulled me toward her, and I had to catch myself before I hit the wall. Her strength always surprised me.

“Mmm, yummy penis.” Her eyes held mine as her lips circled the head.

Then she let her eyelids droop as she began sucking gently.

I closed my eyes and settled in for a long blowjob. Or two.

“Oh my gosh,” Christy gasped, “the second was more than the first!” She rolled to her back and wiped semen from her lips and cheek. “I couldn’t swallow fast enough.”

“Can you blame me? I get really worked up when you take your time.” I moistened my parched lips. “Gimme a minute and I’ll take care of you.”

“I… um… kinda took care of myself already. Sorry. I couldn’t help it.”

“Ah. Okay. Then get up here.” She scooted along my side and draped her leg over mine. I lazily rubbed her back as we caught our breath in companionable silence. Eventually I said, “So, you like being my live-in girlfriend?”

“Your live-in sex kitten, you mean?”

“Of course.”

“Then yes.”

I kissed the top of her head. “Me too.”

We fell silent again, but she was restless.

She eventually worked up her courage and said, “I don’t know if now’s the right time, but…”

“What’s up?”

“I was talking to Siobhan about getting an MFA.”

“Good. She thinks you should. Duh.”

“Yeah. And she’s been telling me about… um… other schools.” She waited for me to react. When I didn’t, she grew more confident and continued, “She has friends at Yale and Rhode Island, but she also thinks I should apply to UCLA.”

“Those’re good schools,” I said judiciously, “Rhode Island especially.

But you’d do well at any of them.”

“And I’d’ve jumped at the chance before. But now…”

“Right. Now we’re together.”

“Yeah.”

“What does Siobhan think you should do?”

“She thinks I should stay here, but she wants to give me options. UT

doesn’t have the prestige of those other places, but they don’t have Siobhan either.”

“What do you think? I mean, we could make it work if you go to Connecticut or Rhode Island or even California.”

“Do you want a long-distance relationship? I thought that was one of the reasons you didn’t get back together with Gina.”

“We didn’t get back together for lots of reasons. If you recall, you were the main one.”

“I know, but… If I go to one of those schools, I’ll completely understand if you want to break up with me.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. We’ll make it work.” I tried to keep emotion out of my voice as I said, “Which one were you thinking about?”

“None of them. I want to stay here. With you. With Siobhan too, but mostly with you.”

“But what about your education?” I said doggedly.

“I don’t care. I want you. Don’t you want me?”

“Of course. But I also want you to be happy.”

“I’m happy here! Siobhan says my work has progressed to the next level

recently.”

“She’s right,” I said. “The Dying Replicant was your best ever.”

“She says you’re my muse.”

“I might be the spark that gets you started, but the inferno is all you.”

“You and your words,” she said with a happy sigh. She rubbed my chest and then followed it with a kiss. “But it’s really you. Siobhan thinks so too.

She says my work lately is good enough for exhibition. Like, in a real gallery.

It’s some of the best she’s seen, she says.”

“Exactly,” I said. “And it has nothing to do with me.”

“Now you’re being ridiculous. Of course it has to do with you. I’m happy, aren’t I? Ecstatic, even! And it’s all ’cause of you.”

“Thank you.”

“So you think I should stay here?”