Three Little Words

“Yes, but not like that. Not with a guy. Never… you know.”

“So,” I ventured, “what’re some of your other fantasies?”

“Oh, no! I’m going to need a lot more alcohol before I tell you those.”

“You don’t have to tell me the kinky ones. Start with the normal ones.”

She grinned coyly. “And what makes you think I have kinky ones?”

“Because I know you. You wouldn’t feel guilty about ‘normal’ fantasies, like doing it on the kitchen table or in the bath. You wouldn’t’ve kept them hidden either. So I figure you have some wild ones lurking in that sexy imagination of yours.”

“Sometimes I don’t like you very much,” she play-grumped.

“Like when I guess your secrets?”

“Yes.” Then she sighed and hugged my arms to her body. “But it makes me all tingly inside when you do, especially that you aren’t disgusted by them.”

“I have my own wild fantasies,” I said. “And when you’re ready to share, I will too. In the meantime, tell me some of your tamer ones.”

“Okay.” She thought for a moment. “You already know about going out in public with no underwear.”

“Mmm hmm. We’ll be doing that a lot, by the way. I like knowing you’re all hot and slippery under your clothes.”

“Mmm, you can say that again.”

I refrained with a self-indulgent grin.

“Another is doing it in water,” she added. “But you already knew that too.

And… I always wanted a guy to shave for me. I thought it’d be just once, and I’d have to promise things to get him to do it, but—”

“I like it.”

“Mmm, I know. Thank you. I love the way your penis looks. Your scrotum too. It’s so smooth and sexy. And I really love the way everything feels against my skin, especially my face. And… um…”

“Yes?”

“You know how I figured out what you want to do with the dresses? I mean, how I did it so quickly. Well… I sort of have this fantasy where you lift my skirt up, spread me open, and slide into me.” She thought about it for a moment and shivered with anticipation. Then she said, “I have a confession.”

“Oh?”

“I… like the way I look down there, especially without hair. I like spreading myself open to shave for you. I watch myself in the mirror. I don’t know why, but I’ve always thought women are pretty. Down there, I mean, and mine especially. I know that sounds vain, but— Hold on, why’re you laughing?”

“Because I’m the same.”

“Of course, you’re s’posed to like the way I look.”

“No, I’m talking about me. I’ve always liked the way dicks look. Mine in particular, but guys in general. I know it’s probably a little weird, but…” I shrugged.

“I like them too. Duh. And you have a really handsome one.”

“You have a pretty pussy.”

“Thank you. I’m… looking forward to introducing them to each other.”

“Me too.”

We fell silent and simply enjoyed each other’s company till we were thoroughly waterlogged.

“Are you ready to get out?” I said at last.

“Not really, but I suppose we should. Besides, I’m ready for the bed and firelight.”

“Mmm, romantic.”

“Give me five minutes?”

“Sure.” I eased from behind her and stood to reach for a towel.

“Five minutes,” she promised with a sultry look.

I pulled the bathroom door closed behind me and tossed another couple of logs on the fire. Then I banked the coals and closed the glass doors. I didn’t actually expect Christy to take five minutes, so I hung up our coats and tidied the room. When I ran out of things to pick up, I shed my towel, hung it from the coat rack by the outside door, and climbed into the tall bed.

The bathroom door opened about ten minutes later. Christy didn’t have Wren’s sense of showmanship, but she knew how light and shadow worked.

The room was dim, with only the flickering light from the fire. The bathroom light silhouetted Christy from behind and outlined her body through the filmy negligee. She paused a moment to let me get a good look before she casually flipped the switch and walked toward me. Unfortunately, the height of the bed spoiled her seductive entrance.

“Funny, ha ha,” she said when she realized she’d have to vault onto the mattress if she wanted to join me. She made it look easy, but it still wasn’t what she’d intended.

“Good thing you were a gymnast,” I teased.

“Good thing you love me.”

“It isn’t like in the movies,” I said. “Real life never is. The bed is too tall or your sweater catches on an earring or the zipper gets stuck or…

something.” I shrugged. “Don’t worry about it. Like you said, I love you.

That’s all that matters.”

She still frowned in disappointment.

“If it makes you feel any better, you look beautiful, you smell nice, and the thing with the bathroom light was perfect.”

“You liked that?”

“Yeah. It was one of those scenes I’ll keep in my memory a long, long time.” I pulled back the covers. “Someone else liked it too.”

“Oh he did, did he?”

“Oh, yes. He likes it even better now that you’re closer.”

“Well, at least I can make one of you happy.”

“You make both of us happy. He’s just more obvious about it.”

“I know.” She scooted closer and wrapped her fingers around my shaft.

“That’s why I like him so much. I never have to wonder what he’s thinking.

Unlike you…”