Three Little Words

She rolled her eyes and decided to accept my non-apology.

“But you realize that if my parents are swingers…?” I prompted.

“Then you are too. Duh. I told you, I’ve read a lot of wild stuff in Penthouse and Variations. Wren’s been dying to tell me for a month. Since Tahoe. I thought you were gonna tell me something wild and really naughty, like… I dunno… like, you’re secretly a porn star.”

“Ha! No, just a run-of-the-mill swinger.”

“Oh.”

“You aren’t disappointed, are you?”

“Well, no… but…” She grinned. “I kinda hoped you were a porn star.”

“Sorry. I might know a porn star, but only secondhand.”

Her eyebrows flew up. “Really? Who? Never mind. It doesn’t matter.

Let’s talk about this swinger thing.”

“Okay, what would you like to know?”

“The story! That’s why I told you mine.”

“Fair enough,” I chuckled. “Here goes.” I drew breath to speak, but she stopped me before I could.

“It still bugs me that this is so easy for you.”

“What can I say? My family’s always been open about sex. And now I know you aren’t going to run away—”

“No.”

“—aren’t a huge prude—”

“Definitely not.”

“—and aren’t going to dump me…”

“You are so strange sometimes.”

“Of course I’m strange. I’ve found the perfect girl, and I’m scared of losing her.”

Christy rolled her eyes and set her glass on the little table. Then she drew me forward for a kiss. She laughed softly when Mr. Big tried to get some attention too.

“You aren’t going to lose me,” she said at last. “If anything, I’m the one who’s hooked and you’re reeling me in.”

“That’s a relief.”

“Mmm hmm. Now… I want my story. You promised!”

“I did. Okay. So… lemme start from the beginning. And just so you understand, this is the swinger story, not the story of how I learned about sex.”

“I’ll suppose we’ll have more quid pro quo when it’s time for that? I’ll have to tell you about me and Simon or something?”

“You can tell me anything you want. No demands.”

“Ugh! You drive me crazy sometimes. I’ve spent my whole life hiding who I am. And now that we’re together, I can’t wait to spill my guts and tell you all my secrets. You’re really messing with my head. You know that, right?”

“All part of my nefarious plan.”

“Well, it’s working,” she play-grumped.

I leaned in for a kiss. “Good. Now, where was I? Right… so, my swinger story. When I first started dating Gina…”

I told her about the time we watched our parents and Susan through the sliding glass doors. I told her how I confronted Susan about it later, although I skipped the part where I panicked that my parents might get a divorce.

“For the record,” I added, “this is probably the biggest reason I wanted to make it work with Gina when I had the chance to get back together with her.”

“You wouldn’t have to explain about the swinging,” Christy said. “And you thought I was some naïve Catholic schoolgirl.” She shook her head in irritation. “I still can’t think of that as an insult. I enjoyed being a Catholic schoolgirl. I liked the ritual and ceremony. And the outfits. You’ll understand when I show you my uniform.”

“I can’t wait,” I said with a grin.

“Well, you’re going to have to. I’m nude at the moment, and very comfortable in this bath. Although…” She turned and pulled the drain plug.

Then she started the hot water. “Oh, no fair,” she gasped when I began teasing her pussy from behind. Her breathing grew heavier. “This is one of those times,” she said at last, “when I really wish I could get my stupid head to agree with the rest of me.”

“Oh?”

“I really, really want to feel you do me from behind. Like, right now.”

My eyebrows shot up.

“But I’ve been drinking, and that’s against your rules. Still,” she sighed,

“you’re probably right.”

“Are you sure?” the little head said through my mouth. “I mean, we could always—” I stopped and blinked in disbelief.

Christy actually laughed. She pulled away from my probing fingers and sat facing me. “That was him, wasn’t it? Mr. Big?”

“Um… maybe.”

“You’re so cute when you’re caught.” She slid toward me and captured my hard-on as she tilted her face up for a kiss. “I love you and your penis,”

she said. “But he needs to learn to be patient. He’s as bad as Wren.”

“Worse.”

“You’re probably right. But I have more influence over him.” She squeezed and stroked gently. “And I know what’ll keep him happy until I’m ready to give him what he really wants.” She kissed me again. “Until then… I think I’m going to explode if you don’t finish telling me your story.”

She released me, replaced the drain stopper, and let the tub fill almost to the top again. Then she faced me and sank up to her nose in the water.

“My little Naiad.”