Three Little Words

“In a minute,” I said. “Or five. Something you said made me think.”

“Mmm?”

“About Kendall. Remember I said I thought you were a lot like her?”

“How could I forget? That’s when I thought you were going to tell me you weren’t interested.”

“Um… no. I’m definitely interested.”

“I can tell!” she laughed. “But you were saying…? About Kendall?”

“Your fantasies. They’re just as wild as hers, but you don’t feel guilty about them.”

“Oh, I still feel guilty,” she said. “But less and less as I realize you like them too. It’s a relief to know there’s someone else like me. Still, I’ve had to hide them so long it’s going to take a while. And the Church doesn’t exactly condone a lot of what I want to do, so I have to figure out how to live with that guilt, but…” She thought about it for a moment and then shrugged.

“God brought you into my life for a reason,” she continued. “I have to believe He knows what He’s doing. So I’ve stopped listening to Sister Prune in my head. I listen to my heart instead.”

“And what’s it telling you?”

“That you’re right for me, kinky fantasies and dark secrets and all.”

“I think so too. About you, I mean.”

“Of course you do!” she laughed. “You’ve been kinky all along. And you don’t feel guilty about anything. Not sex, at least.”

“No.”

“So that’s why I like telling you things. And why I want to do things with you. Not just the vanilla things either. The kinky ones, too, like biting and spanking and… um… choking.”

My eyebrows rose with a question.

“I… really liked it in Tahoe,” she admitted. “When we were watching Wren and Trip through the—”

“Oh, I remember.” Then I chuckled. “We’re definitely going to have to talk about a safe word. For real this time. Not now, but soon.”

“You know me so well.”

“Mmm.”

“Okay, now tell me one of your fantasies.”

“Sure.”

“Ugh! It really bugs me how easy this is for you.”

“If it makes you feel any better, it isn’t that easy. I have a couple of fantasies that I’ve never told anyone. And just like you and yours, I’ve kept them hidden for so long that it’s going to take a while. To be honest, I don’t know if I’ll ever tell you. They’re… ‘Dark’ isn’t the right word. More like

‘taboo.’”

Her eyes widened with a dozen unasked questions.

“Yeah, exactly,” I agreed. “Anyway, let me think of some vanilla ones.

Most of them are jerk-off fantasies.”

She nodded. “Mine are like that. Sometimes I daydream in class or while I’m swimming laps, but most of the time it’s while I’m… you know.”

“Masturbating,” I said helpfully.

“I know the word. I just can’t say it easily. Be patient with me. All right?”

“Will do. So… my fantasies. Most of ’em have to do with blowjobs.”

“I never would’ve guessed.”

I shot her a grin for the deadpan delivery. “Some are simple,” I went on,

“like I want you to blow me while I’m driving or flying. Have to be careful with the last one, though. I remember my parents talking about a guy who crashed his plane while his girlfriend was giving him head. They were both killed.”

She blinked in shock.

“Exactly. So… blowjobs are fun, but not if they get you killed.”

“You can say that again.”

“Blowjobs are fun, but not if they get you killed.”

“I deserved that.”

“Yeah, sorry. Anyway, what’re some of my others? Well, I’d like to take pictures of you while you suck me.”

“Maybe,” she said cautiously. “As long as the pictures are only for us.”

“Yeah, definitely. Not something I’d carry in my wallet and show to strangers.”

“Um… no.”

“Along those lines—the blowjob, not the strangers—”

She grinned.

“—I want you to wear lipstick and blow me.”

“Ooh, that sounds like fun. I can see how deep I can take you.”

“Mmm hmm. And it’s super-sexy to have a woman’s red lip-prints on my cock.”

“Mmm, we’ll definitely have to try that,” she agreed. “And I just thought of a few more of my own.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, I wanna drink your semen from a shot glass. I don’t know why, but I think that’d be sexy, a come cocktail. Mmm, ‘cocktail.’ I love how it feels in my mouth.”

“I bet!” I laughed.

“I wanna eat your come too, like on waffles or strawberries or something.”

“We can do that.” I flashed her a grin and then grew serious. “But now I think you’ve done something no other girl has.”

“Oh? And what’s that?”

“You out-talked me. I’m done.”

She blinked in surprise.

“Talking about all the blowjobs did it. I’m gonna explode soon if you don’t start sucking. Now. Like, this instant.”

“Yes, sir,” she said with a grin. “My pleasure.”

We skied all day Saturday and returned to the inn exhausted but happy. We had another soak in the tub and then spent the rest of the evening in front of the fireplace on a pile of blankets from the bed. I was a bit sore the next morning, but my little space heater girlfriend was full of sunshine and eager to hit the slopes. Nothing seemed to slow her down.