Three Little Words

“I don’t hate it,” I said quickly. “I just…” I thought about it for a long moment. “I guess I don’t like the idea of ‘that kind of girl’ being a bad thing.

Sex is natural. It’s part of life. And girls like it as much as guys do.”

“I certainly do.”

“Exactly. So ‘that kind of girl’ is every kind of girl. But I know what you mean. Sex is more emotional for you. And even… more spiritual. I can handle that.” I hope.

“Can you?”

I thought about it and nodded. “You’re changing me as much as I’m changing you.”

“So you understand why I’m not ready? It has nothing to do with the physical stuff. It’s the other stuff, in my head.” She swallowed hard. “That’s why I asked if you were happy, you know, with just blowjobs. I don’t want to lose you because I can’t figure out how to make my head cooperate.”

I chuckled and nodded with understanding.

“My body is easy. I’m scared, but I get so hot just thinking about it. I mean, you could hold me down and fuck me silly if you wanted to.” She laughed at my reaction. “Isn’t that what you said?”

“That sounds like me,” I laughed.

“But I don’t wanna screw this up,” she continued. “That’s also what you said. So I need to figure out how to get my head and my body on the same page. At least you’re patient. Like, amazingly patient. Wren said I can’t wait much longer, ’cause you’ll start looking for someone else.”

“Don’t listen to her,” I said. “She’s smart in lots of ways, but she’s wrong about that.”

“I tried to tell her, but she argued with me.”

My eyebrows rose with a question.

“Mmm hmm. I saw how you reacted to that girl in the ski shop, the one who sold us the sunglasses.”

My eyebrows arched a bit higher.

“Uh-huh. I could tell you were interested, but it wasn’t the same as the way you look at me.”

“No. Definitely not.”

“I think,” she said cautiously, “the only person I really have to worry about is Leah.” She waited for me to deny it and then nodded when I didn’t.

“I thought so. You really love her, like you love me.”

“Yes and no. I love her, but we aren’t in love. She feels the same about me. We might’ve had a chance if we were both in love at the same time, but…” I shrugged. “Now she has Mark, and…”

“You have me,” Christy finished.

“Exactly.”

“So I don’t need to worry about losing you to another woman, even Leah.”

“Even Leah,” I agreed.

“The only thing I need to worry about is if I can’t be the woman you want me to be.”

“More or less.”

She grinned. “You know that my family are a bunch of super-competitive overachievers, right?”

“I might’ve noticed, yes.”

“And we all hate to lose. Like, hate it.”

“Mmm hmm. I noticed that too.”

“So… I think you might be stuck with me, ’cause I’m gonna do whatever it takes to win, to keep you.”

“I like it when you get cocky,” I laughed.

“Mmm, you said ‘cock.’”

I felt a little dizzy at how quickly she’d changed gears, but I rose to the occasion with, “Feels good in your mouth?”

“Mmm, yes, please.” She engulfed the cock in question, and I groaned as it swelled even more.

I almost came when she spread her legs and began playing with herself.

Her smooth, shiny labia parted as her fingers quivered over her clit. I needed to distract myself, so I pinched and twisted her nipples.

“Oh my gosh,” she gasped, “I wanna taste you.”

“Oh, God! Here it comes!”

She moaned as a tidal wave gushed over her tongue and down her throat.

A moment later she stiffened as her own orgasm gripped her.

We fell back and panted after they passed, and she wiped semen from her cheek.

“See?” she said with a grin as she licked her finger. “I know you.”

“You do, all right.”

She cleaned her lips and then found several errant drops on my thigh, where they’d turned my khakis dark. She licked them up. “Mmm, still fresh.”

I caressed her cheek and brushed back her hair.

“I love you,” she said softly. Then she kissed my palm and closed her eyes as she inhaled.

“I love you too.”

After a while she looked up at me with a mischievous grin.

“Let me guess,” I said dryly, “now you want a midnight snack?”

“How’d you know?”

“I know you, too.”

“You do,” she said with a contented smile. “You feed me yummy semen and then real food.”

“Well, at this time of night, I’m afraid ‘real food’ is going to be Waffle House or an all-night diner.”

“Waffles?” She perked up. “Did you say waffles?”

“I did,” I laughed. Then I patted her flank. “Come on, Little Bit, let’s get you dressed and get out of here.”

She sat up and looked at her mussed hair in the mirror. “What time is it?”

“Ten o’clock as far as we’re concerned, but it’s after one here. And we still have a long drive home.”

“How long?”

“Three hours.”

“Do you think I can suck your cock the whole way home?”

My eyes widened in surprise.

“Waffles first,” she said. “Then penis. Mmm, lots and lots of penis. Ooh, ooh! Do you think they’d mind if I want semen on my waffles?”

“They’d probably call the cops!”

She pouted.

“Maybe we can try at home.”

“You mean it?” She bounced like a kid. “I bet you could cover a whole waffle with just one shot.” She turned smug and added, “But you know… I can eat three or four waffles.”