Three Little Words

“No, I’m pretty simple too. I’m happy if you’re around, sad if you’re not.”

She rolled her eyes but smiled prettily. “Thank you.” She stroked for a moment and then said, a bit hesitantly, “I’ve been thinking about what you asked.”

“Oh?”

“About… my fantasies.”

“The vanilla ones or the kinky ones?”

“Both. And… I know the answer already, but I need to hear you say it. I

—”

“I won’t think you’re weird. I won’t laugh. And I won’t make fun of you.”

“I know. But thank you.” She paused to gather her thoughts. “Sometimes I get so embarrassed when I say things. Like, when I told you about Penthouse Variations. Or what I want you to do to Wren. The next day I realized what I’d said and was horrified. But then I thought back to how you’d reacted. You were so cool, so matter-of-fact.” She laughed softly. “I’m sure this is all normal to you. You’ve probably heard things like that dozens of times. Hundreds!”

“Not really. And not from you. That’s what makes it exciting.”

“I know.” She squeezed my shaft. “That’s why I like talking to you when you’re like this. He isn’t so good at hiding his emotions. So I can tell if you really like something or you’re just trying to make me feel normal.”

“Yeah,” I said, “he’s more honest than I am. Not that I lie to you—”

“I know.”

“—but you’re right, sometimes I hold things back so I don’t… um…

scare you.”

“Nothing you say will ever scare me.”

“You say that now, but—”

She cut me off with a curt headshake. “I trust you. I haven’t always understood you, but I never stopped believing. In you and me, I mean. I wanted to, though. Last summer. I tried to tell myself I didn’t care, I didn’t love you anymore. But I was wrong. I know that now.

“I don’t give up very easily,” she continued. “So I never stopped believing in us. Not when I found out you had two girlfriends. Not when you went after Wren. Not when you started seeing Daphne. Not when you dated all those other girls. Not even when you took up with Gracie.”

I blinked at the enormity of what she’d just said. She misread it, though, and thought my reaction had to do with Gracie.

“He just went soft a little,” she said. “I know it probably makes me a horrible person, but I’m glad you broke up with her. I really don’t like her. I don’t even like that you have classes with her. But I know you’ll never get back together with her.”

“No.”

“She’s too…” She smiled at her own private joke. “She’s too vanilla. You want someone kinkier. Like me. See? I can tell. You just got hard again.” She concentrated on stroking me. Then she said, “That’s why I’ll tell you about my fantasies. Some of them, at least. I can’t think of all of them. Not at the moment. They come and go. I’ll see something and it’ll remind me of one.”

I nodded. My own fantasies worked the same way.

“One I thought of tonight…,” she ventured. “It’s a bit kinkier. I… um… I want you to take me out in public, somewhere with lots of people but where we can find some privacy, and I can suck you. Like the mall, in one of the big department store restrooms.” She closed her eyes and imagined it.

“You can come on my face,” she said. “Then make me walk out to the parking lot with your semen still on me. Make me walk through all those people and know that any of them might see and know what I’d been doing.”

“That’s—” I cleared my throat. “That’s pretty hot.”

She blinked and returned to the present. Then she glanced at my hard-on.

“I can tell. And Gracie would never do anything like that, would she?”

“No way.”

“Would Leah?”

“Probably,” I admitted. “If I asked. But I don’t think she’d think of it herself.”

“How about Gina?”

“The same.”

“Kendall?”

“Boy, you’re really going through a who’s who of my ex-girlfriends.”

“I want to understand the competition.”

“They aren’t really the competition. You know that, right?”

“I know. Except for Leah, but even she isn’t.” She thought about it for a moment. “I guess my real competition isn’t your exes themselves, but the memory of them. Am I sexier than Gina? Am I kinkier than Kendall? Am I prettier than Leah?”

“Yes, yes, and yes.”

“You’re lying about the last,” she said, “but not the rest.”

“What can I say? You caught me. But in my defense, Leah’s one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen.”

“She really is. She’s so exotic.” She thought about her and then blushed.

“It’s a good thing I don’t have a penis.”

My eyebrows twitched. “So you have the hots for Leah?”

“I have a weakness for exotic brunettes. All my serious girlfriends.

Except Brooke.”

“Oh? Is she blonde too?”

“No, a redhead.” All of a sudden she laughed. “So you like the idea of me and a redhead?”

“Who told?”

“He did,” she said with a pointed look. Then she studied him for a long time as she stroked slowly. “I’ve never met a guy who could last as long as you without coming.”

“It’s ’cause we’re talking,” I said. “I get worked up, but never to the point of orgasm. So it’s like a volcano building up pressure.”

“Until it erupts in my mouth?” She grinned. “Yes, please.”