Three Little Words

She blinked in surprise. “Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry. Here, let me…” She began sucking, although I immediately stopped her. She realized what I was thinking.

“Oh, no,” she said. “I’m not upset. Sure, Vaughn was a jerk and took advantage of me. And he made me do things I was too young to understand, but…” She blushed and looked down. “I still enjoyed it. I mean, I used to feel so guilty and ashamed about the way I felt when I thought about him. But… I kind of liked the feeling. I got all worked up and would have to… you know… play with myself.

“So Vaughn made me realize I liked being told what to do, being forced, being… um… humiliated.” She looked up quickly. “I think that’s why I get so excited about the idea of walking through public with semen on my face. I don’t want to be humiliated for real, but the threat… gets me really hot.

“He also made me realize I liked watching other people,” she admitted.

“Noelani had a crush on him too. And… um… well, Peter wanted in on the action. So one day Vaughn told me to do Peter instead. He wanted to watch.

He told Lani to do him while he did.”

Once again, my eyebrows and penis reacted together.

Christy stroked my resurgent erection. Then she licked a drop of pre-come. “Mmm, leakage. I love how it feels in my mouth.”

“That’s good,” I croaked. Then I cleared my throat. “I mean…”

“Don’t be upset on my behalf,” she said. “Yeah, Vaughn was a real asshole—”

I still felt a jolt of surprise whenever she cursed.

“—but over the years I’ve come to terms with it. And… he made me think a lot about what I like. So I didn’t feel guilty when I met Brooke and started doing even naughtier things. Or when I met you and started telling you about my fantasies. I trust you. Besides, you aren’t like Vaughn—”

“I should hope not,” I snorted. “He was a mean, selfish, abusive asshole.

Probably still is.”

She laughed, bright and genuinely amused. “You and your words,” she said fondly. “You’re creative even when you cuss someone out. But I’m getting distracted again. Where was I?

“Okay,” she went on, “so Vaughn made Lani and me give them blowjobs.

Peter always came super-fast, so we’d watch Lani give Vaughn head. He liked being watched, but he was always a jerk about it. He thought he was humiliating Peter or something, by making him watch his sister blow him.

But Peter always got hard again, watching, so I’d get to do him again.

“He was really sweet to me,” she mused. “That’s one of the reasons I kept doing it with him once Vaughn left.” She paused to make sure she had everything in order in her head. “His family moved during Christmas break.

We’d been fooling around for a couple of months. I knew by then that Vaughn had gone back to his first girlfriend, but he still came by Lani and Peter’s house for blowjobs from her or me while Peter watched.”

“Yeah, ‘asshole’ might be too polite to describe him,” I said.

“You can get really creative later,” Christy said. “Let me finish my story first. So, his father worked for the Navy. He was some kind of contractor, and his company transferred him back to the mainland. Vaughn never said goodbye or anything, but I wasn’t upset. I mean, he’d never really been my boyfriend, even in my head. My Dad’s stupid rule, but also—” She sat back and realized something with a start.

“Oh my gosh. I was about to say, ‘it was just blowjobs, it never meant anything.’” She looked up at me in surprise. “I mean, I was just doing it

’cause I enjoyed it. And… maybe I realized even back then that sex and love were different.”

“I think you’ve known all along,” I said.

“Maybe you’re right. Only, I needed someone to explain it to me. Wow! I never realized…” She thought about it some more. “Huh. That’s pretty cool.

And I guess it’s why I changed my mind so easily after you told me.”

“I wouldn’t say ‘easily,’” I countered. “We almost had a couple of arguments about it.”

“We’ve had arguments about God and religion, but I haven’t changed my mind about them.”

“Touché. And you’re probably right. I mean, you can be pretty stubborn.”

“And don’t you forget it, mister!”

“You’re so much like your father. He does this thing when he’s confronted with a new set of facts. He adjusts. It’s like he flips a switch in his head. You do it too. Like when you found out I’m a nudist. You adjusted to the new situation as if it had always been that way.”

“Well, I’d been nude around people before, although mostly girls,” she said. “Besides, I like being a nudist, especially with you. I’m still a little nervous about larger groups, though.”

“That’s because you’re still insecure about your body. Don’t worry, everyone is. I used to be pudgy and really shy—”

“That’s what Erin said!” she laughed.

“—but I’m pretty confident now.”

“You can say that again. It’s very attractive.”

“Thank you.” I smiled and caressed her cheek. She pressed her face to my palm and closed her eyes. When she opened them again, she smiled up at me.

Then she turned her attention to my dick.