Three Little Words

“I know.” She grinned and kissed me impulsively, and I grunted when she tried to climb higher on my body. “What’s the matter?” she asked in alarm.

“You aren’t exactly heavy,” I said, “but I did a tough workout today. Free weights. The first time in a while. So my abs and arms are burning.” She started to disentangle herself, but I held her close instead. “Just let me sit down and rest your weight.” I sank to the bed and lowered her to my thighs.

“There. Much better.”

“Good. Now, where were we? Oh yes…” She kissed me again, long and lingering and less urgent. “Mmm, I like doing that.”

“Me too.”

“Not as much as I like doing other things,” she added with a grin, “but if you’re too worn out—”

“Whoa, there! I didn’t say that. Besides, you know me.”

“I do!”

“Not yet,” I teased. “You have to wait till the wedding.”

She rolled her eyes but then smiled affectionately.

“I had fun this weekend,” I said.

“Me too.”

“So did Trip and Wren. He was too sore to lift with me this afternoon.”

“Wren could barely swim this morning. She just floated there till I was done. She said they did it in every room in the house. Well, except ours and upstairs.”

“That’s a lot of rooms,” I said.

“You can say that again. They did it twelve times.” Her grin turned coy.

“I didn’t tell her that you could do that in one night.”

“Ha! But no, not twelve in one night.”

“You’ve done it before. The night we spent at your parents’ house.

Before we flew to San Diego.”

I thought back. “That wasn’t twelve,” I said with more confidence than I

actually felt. “More like seven or eight, I think.”

“Still, a lot.”

“True. But there’s a huge difference between having sex and getting a blowjob. You do most of the work for a blowjob. It’s mutual or the guy’s doing more in sex.”

“But… that’s your job.”

My eyebrow twitched.

“Mmm, I can’t wait.” She closed her eyes to imagine it. “Maybe I’ll sketch you sometime, after we go all the way. Only, I’ll probably be too distracted.” She fell silent and let the fantasy continue until she moaned softly.

“You’re watching a porno in your head,” I teased, “aren’t you?”

“I can’t help it.” She pretended to pout. “I told you, I have a wild imagination.”

“You can say that again. And I’m just starting to figure out how wild.” I grinned a suggestion at her. “Do you need a little attention before dinner?”

She thought about it. “No, I’m probably okay for the moment. But I definitely want to make a date with you later tonight. Your penis especially.”

“It’s a date. Or a not-date. Whichever works.”

“Is it still a date if we go straight to bed instead of going out first? I mean, you’re the word expert. What do you think?”

“I think anything that involves you and my penis is a date. But if you don’t want to fool around now, we’d better change the subject… or you won’t have much choice in the matter.”

Her eyes flashed. “Will you hold me down and force me? Ooh, that sounds like fun!”

“Oh, boy. Someone really needs some attention.”

“I always need attention from you. But you’re right, we should probably change the subject.”

“Good. Thanks. Let’s talk about Snowshoe. I want to go again—”

“Me too,” she agreed.

“—but I don’t think we can do it this weekend.”

“We kind of have classes and homework and projects.”

“Exactly. So I was thinking… the weekend after next?”

“I’d like that. Do you want me to call Marianne?”

“No. I’ll call and make the reservation. The less she knows…”

“Um… she knows exactly what we’re doing. I mean, it was her idea.”

“I know it was her idea, but—”

“No, you don’t understand,” Christy insisted. “Everything was her idea, not just the trip.”

My eyebrows rose.

“I… kinda tell her everything. She’s like the big sister I never had. She’s an only child, so I’m the little sister she never had.”

“Ah, I see.”

“Right. So we talk about… um… everything.” She blushed. “I know more about Harry’s sex life than I ever imagined.”

My eyebrows did their thing again, even higher.

“It was weird at first,” Christy said, “but now I think it’s normal. Yeah, he’s my brother, but he’s so much older that I never really thought of him like that. He’s always sort of been like an uncle. So it isn’t gross or anything when we talk about it. It also helps that she’s a lot like me. She likes… you know… giving head.” All of a sudden she laughed. “She says she’d probably have ten kids if she didn’t! You can’t get pregnant if you swallow,” she added cheerfully.

“Lucky for you.”

“Mmm, lucky for all of us. Women, I mean.” She laughed again. “Brooke and I used to joke about it. She doesn’t like fellatio as much as I do—I don’t think anyone likes it as much as I do—but it’s all we did back in high school.

So…”

“I think I’d like to meet this girl.”

“Is that so?” Christy teased, her eyes bright with silent laughter.

“Would you mind?”

“Hold on… you aren’t talking about just ‘meeting’ her, are you?”

“No.”

“I probably shouldn’t be surprised. I mean, you’re a guy.”

“I’m glad you noticed.”

“Kinda hard not to. But you’re out of luck. With Brooke, I mean. She has a serious boyfriend.”