Three Little Words

“So, what do you think, Mr. Big? Is it a good story so far? You like it when I’m Scheherazade? Do you think your owner’s ready to hear the rest?”

“He says we are.”

“I know. Duh. I understand him just fine.” She rolled her eyes playfully.

Then she bounced to her feet. “I need a snack. The real kind, not your liquid diet kind. And… do you wanna refill our drinks and move to the bed? I think that’s where we’re gonna end up anyway. Besides, I’m getting kinda hot sitting next to the fire. Is that okay?”

“Um… sure.” I picked up our glasses and stood.

Christy took one look at me and sank to her knees. “Sorry, need to suck first.”

So I stood there with a whiskey tumbler in each hand and watched as she kissed and sucked my cock back to life.

“Come on, Little Bit,” I said when she pulled back. “Go fetch your snack.

I’ll refill the drinks and meet you in bed.”

“Yes, sir.”

I grabbed the bottle of whiskey and poured as Christy opened the outside door and retrieved a baggie of carrots and celery from the snowbank. She

actually stood in the cold air for a moment, and I marveled at her metabolism while I enjoyed the sight of her slim figure. She did a little dance turn and closed the door. Her nipples were stiff and tight from the cold. She wasn’t the least bit self-conscious until she realized I was watching. Then she blushed and looked down.

“You’re beautiful,” I said.

“Thank you. You’re pretty handsome yourself.”

“Thanks. Now come on. I wanna hear the rest of this story.”

“Yes, sir.” She grinned and took a running start at the bed. She didn’t have room for a full gymnastics routine, but she did a cartwheel and then vaulted into the high bed.

I tried to pry my eyebrows off the ceiling. Then I did my best not to laugh as she squawked and realized she’d dropped her baggie of veggies in the middle of the cartwheel. She leapt off the bed, grabbed it from the floor, and returned with another vault. Then she composed herself and tried to pretend the last few seconds hadn’t happened.

“Naked gymnastics,” I said. “Nice.”

“I like showing off for you. Simon always said I was ‘too exuberant.’”

She rolled her eyes. “I don’t know what I ever saw in him.”

“Safety,” I said as I joined her on the bed and handed her a tumbler of whiskey. “And an escape from your family.”

“Maybe. I love my family, but… sometimes they drive me crazy. I mean, they all expected me to marry someone in the military and raise kids. Like, that’s all I’d ever do.” She looked down and shrugged. “It’s what my mother did. Marianne and Lynne too. Sabrina’s different, but still…”

“You and I can decide what we do,” I said firmly. “And we already decided that it won’t be the military. Kids, for sure, but when we’re ready.”

She looked up in surprise. “You mean it?”

“Of course, but…” I gave her a sly grin. “You know how kids happen, right?”

She rolled her eyes. “Yes, Mr. Intercourse, I know how kids happen.”

“Just making sure.”

“Not till we’re married.”

“So we’re back to that, are we?”

She frowned in thought but laughed almost immediately. “No, I meant the kids! Oh my gosh, no, we’re going to do the other long before we’re married.”

It was my turn to laugh. “Oh, okay. I thought… Well, you know what I thought.”

“I do,” she agreed. Then she grinned at what she’d just said. She had another thought and took a sip of whiskey to cover it.

“Oh, no,” I prompted. “Tell me.”

“If you must know…”

“I must, I must.”

“I was thinking about intercourse.”

“With me, I hope.”

“Of course with you.” She rolled her eyes. “Who else would I be thinking about? Never mind! I don’t know if I’m ready for the answer.”

I grinned.

“But I know it has to do with your group secret.”

“It… might.”

“Well, you’ll have to wait, ’cause I’m not finished telling you about mine.”

“Then, by all means,” I said with a grin, “continue, fair Scheherazade.”

“Thank you. Now, where was I?”

“Vaughn had just moved away.”

“Oh, right! So, he moved away at Christmas. Lani missed him more than I did, even though she’d figured out what a jerk he was. I didn’t realize it at the time, but we were really lucky he hadn’t told anyone what we were up to.

Our reputations would’ve been ruined. Thinking back, I think he probably did tell people. Probably some of his buddies at the beach or on the swim team.

But I don’t think they believed him. He was always lying about things.”

I nodded. “Sounds like you dodged a bullet.”

“You can say that again. No, don’t!”

We shared a grin.

She took a sip of whiskey. Then she thought about something and took a longer drink. She finished the glass and set it aside.

“I know you like it when I ask for things,” she said at last. “Especially…

ones I want to do in bed.”

“Mmm hmm. I don’t want a passive girlfriend. You don’t have to take charge or anything, but you have to tell me what you want.”

“I know. And I’ve been trying harder lately. I still feel guilty sometimes, but it’s getting easier. I… feel really guilty about some of the… um…

weirder things I want.” She paused to smooth invisible fabric over her thighs.