Christy and I left a note for my parents and roused a very hungover Erin to drive us to the airport. I knew exactly how she felt, so I fetched her a cup of coffee instead of giving her a hard time. It was only Folgers Crystals, but she accepted it with relief that bordered on religious ecstasy.

“The best part of wakin’ up…,” I joked.

She wasn’t ready for humor. She shook her head, winced at the pain, and closed her eyes instead. Christy glanced at our garment bag and I took the hint.

“Right. Take your time, Er. I’ll load the car.”

She eventually finished her coffee and grabbed her car keys. She drove us to the airport in silence but climbed out to hug us goodbye. Then she collapsed into the driver’s seat and looked miserable until she mustered the willpower to start the car and drive off.

Christy and I talked about everything and nothing during the flight back to Knoxville. I wanted to talk about her decision to “do something” with a guy, but she changed the subject when I steered the conversation toward it.

Lily had left us a message on the answering machine at home. She gave us the phone number and directions to the cabin in Gatlinburg, which actually included the words, “leave the paved road.” I had a good chuckle at that. I was a city boy, through and through.

Christy and I packed a duffel bag with the things we’d need for the rest of the weekend. My eyebrows rose when she added a zippered cloth bag and gave me a “wouldn’t you like to know” smile. As far as I was concerned, the whole weekend fell into that category.

At least we didn’t have to explain to Trip and Wren. They were at his parents’ in Franklin, and we’d let them assume we were spending the whole weekend in Atlanta with my family. I felt a little guilty that Christy didn’t want to try swinging with Trip first, but he still irritated her when he wasn’t thinking.

“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” I asked as we headed downstairs.

“I think so,” she said. “I know you wanted to talk about it,” she added. “Thank you for not insisting. You always know when to force me and when not to. That’s why I trust you.”

“Well, I feel like I’m flying blind,” I admitted, “but I trust you too.”

“I’m glad one of us does,” she said under her breath.

My eyebrows rose, but I kept my thoughts to myself as we buckled our seatbelts and backed out of the driveway. I bided my time and let her work up the courage to say what she was thinking.

“I know you hate it,” she said at last. “Flying blind, I mean.”

“It’s a good way to get hurt.”

“You can say that again. I’m sort of flying blind too. Only, I don’t know how to fly in the first place.”

“You want some advice?” I asked.

“No. I want you to take over. But this is what I’m supposed to do, right?”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m supposed to plan the swinging. I don’t know what I’m doing, though.”

“We don’t have to do this, you know. Lily, Will, any of it.”

“But I want to. And not just ’cause I wanna sleep with Lily.” She looked at me sideways. “I don’t think you understand how hard I try to keep you happy. And that means being a swinger. Like Gina. She’s my competition. I know what you’re going to say.” She mimicked me perfectly, “It isn’t a competition.”

“It isn’t.”

“Only, it is. Maybe not between me and Gina, but between me and myself. You want me to be a swinger…” She sighed in exasperation. “I’m trying, Paul. I really am.”

“I know you are, and I appreciate it. But you don’t have to rush into it. Or do it alone.”

“Easy for you to say,” she grumped, but it wasn’t really an objection.

“Tell me why you’re scared.”

“I don’t know what I’m doing! I’ve never planned a swinging party. Erin says—”

“Hold on. You talked to Erin? When? Last night?”

“No, a while ago. I don’t remember. A couple of weeks. She said I’m supposed to plan everything. It’s the woman’s job— What’s so funny?”

“Forget ‘woman’s job’ and ‘man’s job,’” I said. “You and I decide whose job it is. We can even take turns if we want. Besides, Erin grew up with this stuff, so it’s second nature to her.”

“I can do it,” Christy said defiantly.

I arched an eyebrow and waited.

“Only, I don’t know how. But I can learn!”

“True, but not in a single weekend. And not without guidance.”

She fell silent and then looked up guiltily. “What’re we going to do?”

“That depends,” I said. “How much do you want to sleep with Lily?”

“A lot.”

“What about Will?”

“No! Oh my gosh. I barely know him!”

“No,” I laughed. “Not to sleep with him. Do you think he’ll go along with it? With you and Lily?”

“Oh,” she said, a bit sheepishly. “Sorry. I thought you meant— Well, you know what I thought.”

“Yeah. It was pretty obvious. So, let’s try this again. What about Will? Do you think he’ll go along?”

“Lily does. We have a plan.”

“Lemme guess,” I chuckled, “it involves lots of alcohol.”

“Yes, Mr. Smug, it does.” Her determination turned into doubt. “Promise you won’t laugh.”

“Cross my heart. What’s the plan?”

“Drink a lot, play naughty games, and get naked.”

I waited to hear the rest, but the silence turned uncomfortable.

“You think it’s stupid,” she said.

“No! It isn’t the worst plan ever, but…”

“It isn’t very good either.” Her shoulders fell. “What should we do?”

“I’m not sure. But now that I think about it, the plan might actually work. It depends on Will. A lot depends on Lily too,” I cautioned. “Did you talk to her about sex? In front of each other? Swapping partners? Threesomes? Foursomes?”

“Oh my gosh, no!”

“Right. Okay. So… the plan still isn’t bad, but we shouldn’t get our hopes up.”

“Erin said it was easy,” she sulked.

“It is, but only if you’re talking about swingers who know what’s going on. Lily and Will are regular people.”

“Can’t you just seduce her or something? Then Will could join in. That’s how they do it in movies.”

“Porn movies? Ha!” My reaction stung her, so I changed my tone and explained calmly, “Guys in the real world don’t think it’s cool when another guy seduces their girlfriend, much less in front of them. Real women don’t hop into bed for a threesome when they walk in on their boyfriend with another woman.”

“I know,” she said sullenly. “Only, I thought…”

“Erin made it seem easy. Right. But she was probably thinking in terms of Leah and Mark, or Wren and Trip.” I was hinting, and Christy picked up on it.

“No. Absolutely not. I know you want me to do it with them, but I’m not ready. Not with Trip, especially. So we have to do this my way.”

“Fair enough,” I said. “So, let’s talk about how you want to do it.”

“I don’t know! That’s why it’s so frustrating.”

“Well, the Lily part is easy. We already know she’s interested.”

“Oh my gosh, Paul, my radar goes off like crazy when we’re together.”

I chuckled. “We’ll make it happen.”

“You’ll benefit too. And not just ’cause you get to sleep with her. My libido sort of goes into overdrive, especially when I think about all the things I wanna do.”

“Speaking of which,” I said. “What do you mean by ‘do something’ with a guy?”

“What do I always want?”

I grinned.

“Seriously? You’re going to make me say it? Fine. I wanna suck him. Only, I feel like such a tramp when I say it. Out loud, I mean.”

“You aren’t.”

“I know, but I still feel like it. Sometimes I think I should just be happy with you and only you, but—”

“People don’t work like that,” I said.

“I don’t,” she grumped. “No matter how much I wish I did.”

“I don’t either. So it’s good that we’re together.”

“You can say that again.”

“But you still managed to change the subject.”

“Oh my gosh, I did! I didn’t even notice. I didn’t mean to, I swear.”

“That’s okay,” I chuckled. Then I glanced at her sideways. “So… you want to suck Will’s dick. Nothing else?”

“No! What kind of girl do you think I am?” She blinked in surprise. “I can’t believe I just said that.”

“Habit. Some part of you still wants to be the good Catholic girl.”

“I don’t know if that girl ever existed,” she admitted. “Outside of my imagination, I mean.”

“I’m glad she doesn’t, especially in bed.”

“And in the bath… on the kitchen table… up against the wall… bent over the sink… in the car…” She grinned playfully. “Did I miss anywhere?”

“No,” I laughed, “I think you covered the major ones.”

“Sometimes I still can’t believe it. That we’re together, I mean. And we can have sex whenever we want. It feels like a dream. I want to pinch myself.”

“Oh, it’s real, all right.”

“I know. I think it finally sank in when my mother told me to get on the pill.” She sighed. “Never in a million years…”

“No kidding.”

“I did it again,” she said out of the blue. “Changed the subject.”

“It’s what you do.”

“Yeah, sorry. I don’t even need to ask where we were. You’re still going to make me say it, though, aren’t you?”

I nodded.

“I want to suck Will’s dick. I don’t want to do anything else with him, though. Is that okay?”

“Of course. But we still don’t know how he’ll react to any of this. Lily either, for that matter. Yeah, she’s a party girl and a flirt, but—”

“Oh, no! She’s pretty serious,” Christy said. “We didn’t talk about sex stuff, but we talked about other things, like taking our clothes off and showing off.”

My eyebrows rose.

“Yeah. She likes doing it. Showing off, I mean. Her breasts, especially. She’s done wet T-shirt contests. And she likes skinny dipping and stuff.”

“Oh. Okay. In that case…”

“She asked if I minded. If you see her, I mean. That’s when we started talking about naughty games and all. I didn’t tell her we were nudists or anything, but I said we like to fool around. Then she asked about you.”

“What about me?”

“What you’re like. In bed. How often we do it, if I get off, stuff like that. Will doesn’t take his time, she said. He’s, like, ‘wham, bam, done.’ Then he isn’t interested anymore. And he doesn’t pay attention to her the rest of the time, either.”

I nodded.

“That’s why she likes you,” Christy continued. “You do. Pay attention, I mean. And she likes flirting and getting guys worked up. She isn’t a tease, though. I think she really wants to do it with you. She didn’t come right out and say it, but I could tell.”

“And you’re okay with that?”

“Oh my gosh, yes! You know me. I like to watch. And I know it’s just sex with her.”

I nodded.

“See? I’m learning.” Her smile faded. “I still don’t know what I’m doing, though. Erin says—”

“Forget what Erin says. She isn’t here. Ask me next time.”

“Yes, sir. Only, I wanted to surprise you.”

“I know. But surprises have a way of backfiring, especially…”

“If you don’t know what you’re doing,” she finished. She sighed and turned thoughtful. Then she sighed again, but it was different, less frustrated.

I glanced at her sideways.

“Sometimes I hate that you can read me so easily,” she said.

“Is now one of those times?”

“No.”

“Do you need some attention before we get there? Should I find somewhere to pull over?”

“Yes, please.”

“Mmm, thank you,” Christy said languidly. “You always know what I need.” She kissed the tip of my softening cock. “And thank you, Mr. Big. You’re the best pacifier in the world.”

“He says you’re welcome.”

“I can hear him too, you know.” She smiled fondly but then rolled her eyes. “I still can’t believe he thought a threesome with Gina was a good idea.”

“He’s an optimist.”

“Sorry, Mr. Big. You’ll have to settle for Lily.”

“He’s fine with that.”

“Do you really think it’ll happen?”

“I think it’s possible. Depends on Will.”

She nodded, and her expression slowly turned thoughtful. “I owe you an apology.”

“For what?”

“I know you think I’m bad with money, that I don’t pay attention, but I really try. Only, I get excited and forget.”

“Are you talking about this weekend?”

“I’m sorry I said we’d pay for it. I should’ve asked you first.”

“Eh, I’ll survive,” I said. “It’s only money.”

She nodded, and I couldn’t help but compare her reaction to Sara’s. In many ways, Christy was a little princess. She wasn’t haughty or difficult, but she’d never had to worry about money, time, or anything else. Her parents and brothers had always taken care of her.

At least she understood that other people worked hard to pay for the things she took for granted. She was genuinely grateful, too. And maybe she understood, at least subconsciously, that she needed someone like me to take care of her. Just like I needed her.

She studied me quietly, curious but content. “What’re you thinking?”

“Nothing,” I said automatically. “Just… I can’t imagine life without you.”

“Me either.” She smiled but then turned introspective. “Does it ever seem weird? Swinging. Like, for real. Not just as a concept.”

“What about it?”

“For the record, I still don’t think it’s swinging with other girls. It isn’t really cheating, either. Not as far as I’m concerned. It’s just… having fun. I don’t have to hide it anymore—not from you, I mean—but still…” She shrugged. “It’s different now that we’re talking about other guys. At least you don’t get upset about it. Most guys would, you know.”

I nodded. “It’s only fair. I want to have sex with other women.”

“But you’re a man. You’re supposed to. Women aren’t supposed to want the same thing. I know, Mr. Equal Rights, it’s a double standard. But it still seems weird. To think that it’s okay for me too.”

She thought of something and grinned. “Brooke and I used to talk about how we’d like a whole harem of guys. Like Fantasy Island or something. We could do anything we wanted and no one would know. She went crazy in hers. Like, three guys at a time. I only gave blowjobs in mine.”

“Hold on,” I said. “You like sex, right?”

“Oh my gosh, yes! I love it. But blowjobs aren’t the same. I know you keep telling me they are.” She imitated me perfectly, “Oral sex is still sex,” but then rolled her eyes. “Oh, please. Oral sex can’t make a baby.”

“No, but—”

“Only penis in vagina can do that.”

I had a sudden revelation. “Is that why you think sex with other girls isn’t cheating?”

“Of course. It’s just fun, like a blowjob.” She grinned up at me. “You don’t mind if I do it with Will? If he comes in my mouth? And if I swallow?”

“I don’t mind a bit. As a matter of fact…”

She grinned and turned her attention to my resurgent erection. “Don’t worry, Mr. Big,” she said, “you can come in my mouth any time you want. Now? Oh, all right. If you insist.”

We eventually quit fooling around, although not before Christy fingered herself to an orgasm while I teased and twisted her nipples.

“Oh my gosh,” she panted. “We have to stop.”

I chuckled.

“I’m serious. We’ll never get there at this rate.”

“I’m not in a hurry.”

“I told you, my libido goes into overdrive.”

“Give me twenty minutes,” I suggested, “and I’ll fuck you.”

“No! It’s bad enough that we’re on the side of the road—”

We were actually parked behind an old furniture store that was being used as a church, of all things.

“—but I’d never get cleaned up if we had sex-sex.”

“Why not?” I teased.

“Ugh. It’s easy for you. You just shoot and go. I—”

“Relax,” I said. “I’m kidding.”

“Oh, okay. Still… all you have to do is put your penis away and you’re ready to go. I have to fix my hair, my makeup, my clothes… everything! See?” She pulled her bra into place and adjusted it. She did the same to her shirt before she smoothed her skirt over her thighs. Then she sat up and commandeered the rearview mirror. “Oh my gosh! I’m a mess.”

“But a beautiful one.”

She muttered to herself, “No lipstick. Wild hair. Where’s my other earring?”

“No clue. Wait a sec. Here it is.” I plucked it from the seat between my legs.

She stuck the gold hook through her earlobe and checked the other one for good measure. Then she reached for her purse and pulled out a hairbrush.

I watched in amused silence as she fixed her hair, reapplied her lipstick, and touched up the rest of her face. Then she opened a small bottle of perfume and dabbed her wrists and neck. Finally, she found her panties in the footwell and pulled them on.

“Much better,” she pronounced. She even tried to readjust the mirror for me.

I started the engine. “Ready for our misadventures in swinging?”

“What happened to Mr. Positive?”

“He’s here. He’s just taking a break while Mr. Realist runs things.”

“Go away, Mr. Realist. You too, Mr. Skeptical. And take Mr. Spoilsport with you. Mr. Positive and I are going to have fun. And if it doesn’t work out, then you can all say ‘I told you so.’ But until then, keep quiet, please.” She scowled. “What’s so funny?”

“I just had a chorus of ‘yes, ma’ams’ in my head.”

We followed Lily’s directions and eventually reached the end of the paved road. Three driveways cut through a small clearing and disappeared into the trees. Two of them were gravel and well-tended, while the third looked like an old logging trail.

We tried the first and realized our mistake as soon as we saw the cabin. It was large, well-kept, and had four cars parked beside it. I turned around and drove back to the clearing, where we tried the second driveway. It was a bust too. The cabin was about right, but the car wasn’t, unless Will sold Mary Kay cosmetics and drove a pink Cadillac.

The third driveway was overgrown, and I had to edge past a fallen tree that had only been cut back a few days earlier. The cabin itself looked okay, but the clearing had seen better days. Brush and rusted-out appliances filled half of it, along with an old satellite dish and a broken trampoline. The car was right, though, a light blue Chevette with a UT parking tag.

I parked next to it and peered at the cabin. It had clearly been off the rental market for a while, and I wasn’t impressed, even for the bargain price.

“I hope your tetanus shots are up to date,” I said.

“I’m sure it’s fine,” Christy said.

“Let’s hope so. It’s too late to sneak away and say we got lost.”

Her eyes followed mine, and she automatically smiled at Lily and Will, who waved to us from the front porch.

“Hey, you made it,” Will said as he approached the Cruiser. “Can we help with anything?”

“No, thanks. I got it. Just a single bag.”

“Sorry about the cabin,” he said as we climbed the stairs. “It’s a lot nicer on the inside.”

“I’m sure it’s fine,” I lied.

“Y’all’re in the bigger bedroom,” he said as we followed them inside.

The “bigger bedroom” was the only actual bedroom. The other was just a sleeping alcove with a curtain for privacy.

“You didn’t have to do that,” I lied again.

“Nah,” he said. “It’s all yours. It even has a TV. The sound doesn’t work, but you can watch all you want.”

“The TV in the living room works,” Lily added. “It even has a VCR.” She glanced at Christy.

I didn’t need to be quick on the uptake to connect the dots to the little zippered bag she’d brought. It was about the right size for a VHS tape.

“The hot tub’s busted,” Will said. He shrugged and added philosophically, “We can use it anyway. Enough beer and you won’t even notice the dirt and bugs.”

I laughed. “I think we’ll pass.”

The bedroom was a far cry from the inn in West Virginia. The furniture was old and scarred, and the bed squeaked when Christy sat on it. But it had a door, which Will had thoughtfully closed to give us some privacy.

“What do you think?” I asked Christy in a low voice.

“I could use a little reassurance about now. You’ll never let me plan things if this is what it’s like.”

“We aren’t here for the accommodations. We’re here to have fun.”

“It seems so easy when you say it.”

“It is easy,” I said, “when you have a positive attitude.”

“I love you so much right now.”

“I love you too. Are we ready to get this party started?”

“I think so.”

Will and Lily had enough food and drinks for a half-dozen people, and enough alcohol for twice that many. Lily had misremembered that Christy didn’t eat meat, but the result was more or less the same—they’d bought plenty of bunny-type food as well.

“I tried to think of all the things in those little baggies you gave me,” Lily said proudly.

“You did a great job,” I told her.

“Thank you so much,” Christy added.

Lily beamed. “I know it’s kinda early, but we waited for you to start drinking.”

“It’s five o’clock somewhere,” I said. “Want me to do the honors?”

Will answered for her. “Be my guest. I’m drinkin’ beer, but y’all go ahead and start on the hard stuff.”

I mixed three rum and Cokes, although I made mine weaker than the girls’. I wanted to be clear-headed in case things went wrong. Besides, I knew better than to try to keep up with Christy.

The television in the living room actually had a working satellite box, and Will turned it to MTV. The time passed quickly as we drank and talked and occasionally watched a video.

Will turned out to be an okay guy. He was still a preacher’s kid and a dyed-in-the-wool chauvinist, but he had an outgoing personality and a decent sense of humor. He also told entertaining stories about things he’d done in high school. Most of them sounded farfetched, but mine would’ve too.

Later, he and I grilled hamburgers for dinner, while the girls cooked French fries and cut up raw veggies for Christy. We sat on the front porch after we ate, but the bugs finally drove us inside. I mixed fresh drinks for three of us, and Will opened another beer for himself. He’d already made a serious dent in the case, but at least he was a fun drunk.

We relaxed in the living room and enjoyed the evening as the heat of the day faded and MTV played in the background. Will told a couple of stories, including one about a church camp that sounded like a teen soap opera, complete with sneaking around, pranks, and even some bed-hopping. Most of it sounded exaggerated, especially since Will was the star of every episode. I waited for a decent break and then interrupted.

“It’s too bad the hot tub isn’t working.”

Lily sighed with relief and jumped on the bandwagon. “Yeah, I brought a killer bikini.”

“I brought mine too,” Christy said.

“Why don’t you put ’em on anyway?” I suggested.

“Yeah!” Will said. “Show us some skin, Lil.”

She blushed with excitement.

“Use our room to change,” I said.

She and Christy glanced at each other and grinned. They retrieved Lily’s outfit from the alcove and then disappeared into the bedroom.

“You ready for a refill?” Will asked. “Think I’ll switch to what y’all’re drinkin’.”

He went to the kitchen and left the girls’ half-empty drinks right where they were.

“And they say chivalry’s dead,” I muttered to myself. I cut him some slack because he was drunk, but I made a point to pick up their cups and bring them with me.

Will grabbed a fresh cup for himself, added ice, and upended the bottle of rum. The little plastic spout kept him from making a mess, but the bottle gurgled steadily as he filled his cup.

“Whoa there, Will,” I said in alarm.

“Wha’s’a matter?” He set the big bottle on the counter with a thunk.

“I’m just saying… maybe save some for later.”

“Why? There’s more’n enough.” He seemed to notice his cup, which was full of straight rum. “Oh, yeah. Here, have some. Which’n’s yours?”

I slid my cup toward him, and he emptied his into it. The extra sloshed over my hand and onto the counter.

“Party foul!” Will said without apologizing.

I shook off the dripping mess. “Why don’t I tend bar,” I said as calmly as I could.

“You’re better at it anyway.” He launched into a story from another church trip, while I cleaned up the mess and washed my hands. I listened with half my attention as I mixed drinks that wouldn’t send anyone to the hospital.

I had to fight the urge to roll my eyes when Will reached the point of the story. A couple of girls had gotten drunk and started fingering each other in the back of the bus, which sounded like a teenage boy’s fantasy more than reality. He wanted me to think he was cool, and in his mind, that meant “stud.”

“What about you?” he asked. “What kind of stuff did you pull in high school? I bet it was epic.”

“You wouldn’t believe it if I told you,” I said with deadpan candor.

“Girls? Lots of ’em?”

“Two, sometimes three at a time.”

He couldn’t tell if I was serious or joking, so he reverted to bragging. “Like those two on the bus. I did it with them.”

I nodded politely and didn’t believe a word, so he changed the subject.

“Wait till you see Lil in a bikini. She’s got the most bodacious set of—”

She emerged from the bedroom. She was a normal-sized girl, but curved and padded in all the places Christy wasn’t. Her lime green bikini top was at least a D-cup, but her breasts filled it to capacity and then some.

“What’d I tell ya?” Will said. “Have you ever seen a pair like that?”

“They’re pretty amazing.”

“Who cares if she can cook or clean? Doesn’t matter. Not with ta-tas like those.”

I offered a tight smile and kept my opinion to myself.

Christy joined Lily and seemed tiny by comparison—small breasts, flat stomach, and narrow hips. She wore the white two-piece she’d worn at Brooke’s house.

“Wow, y’all look totally awesome,” Will said.

“Totally,” I agreed.

Will grabbed his drink and left Lily’s on the counter. I tried to hide my annoyance, but the girls saw. I scooted all three cups together and picked them up with both hands. Lily made a point to thank me. I handed the other cup to Christy and bent to kiss her cheek.

“You look beautiful,” I said softly. “Lily too, but I’d choose you any day of the week and twice on Sunday.”

“Thank you.”

Will gestured to Lily from the couch. He patted his leg, but she sat beside him instead. He put his arm around her and casually groped her left breast. She fended him off, but not before he laughed and told her to relax.

I returned to my spot on the love seat and guided Christy onto my lap. She stretched up and kissed my cheek. Then she nuzzled my neck for good measure.

“Hey, y’all, none of that,” Will joked.

I ignored him and drew Christy closer. She wriggled into a comfortable spot and then relaxed against my chest as I wrapped an arm around her possessively.

“What should we do now?” Lily asked.

“Play a drinking game?” I suggested. “Truth or Dare?”

“Nah, that’s boring,” Will said without thinking. “Let’s play Never Have I Ever.”

Annoyance flickered across Lily’s face, although she hid it almost as soon as it appeared.

“Sure,” I said. “You start.”

Will thought for a moment. “Okay, never have I ever… done it during church.”

“Oh my gosh,” Christy murmured.

No one drank, until Will smirked and raised his cup.

“Your turn, hon,” he said to Lily.

“Hmm. Never have I ever… kissed a girl.”

“No fair,” he complained. He and I took a drink, although he sputtered when she and Christy did too. “What the hey? For real?”

Christy smiled enigmatically and then glanced at Lily.

Will laughed. “You got a wild one there, Paul.”

“Exactly how I like her.” I kissed her cheek to prove it and said, “Your turn, Little Bit.”

“Never have I ever… um… stolen something and been caught.”

Lily, Will, and I drank. Christy didn’t.

“You stole my wrestling T-shirt,” I accused.

“I only borrowed it.”

“You steal my socks all the time. My shirts too.”

“Your socks’re comfy and your shirts smell like you. But it isn’t stealing if I give them back.”

“Whatever,” I chuckled. “My turn. Never have I ever… fooled around on a church trip.”

“Ya got me there!” Will laughed. He took a big drink.

Christy and Lily took smaller ones.

“Seriously?” Will said when I didn’t.

“I’ve never been on a church trip,” I said.

“Paul isn’t like the rest of us,” Christy explained. “His parents never took him to church.”

“How’d you meet friends?” Will asked.

“The old-fashioned way.”

Christy grinned up at me. “Church is the old-fashioned way, dear.”

“You can say that again,” I said under my breath. Louder, “Let’s keep going. Your turn, Will. Never have I ever…?”

The next couple of rounds followed the same pattern.

Will made boasts about “doing it” in different places. He drank each time, and I suspected that “doing it” meant anything from making out to full sex. Lily’s questions had to do with girls. She was trying to find out how much Christy had done, but Will didn’t pick up on it.

“You’re jus’ tryin’ to get me drunk,” he accused. “For all the things I done with other girls.”

Christy’s questions were laughably mundane, like falling asleep in class or smoking cigarettes. I had to get creative with mine. I wanted to stick to sex but didn’t want to drink. So I asked about pretending to be someone else and cheating on my girlfriend. “Or boyfriend,” I added for the girls. Lily hesitated but raised her cup. Will drank straight away. The ice clunked in the bottom of his cup.

“I’m ready for another,” he said. “Fix it for me, hon?”

Lily took his cup and went to the kitchen. When she returned, we played a few more rounds. The questions were fun, although Will’s double standards were on full display. He drank at nearly every question but was shocked at Lily for some of the things she drank to. And when he emptied his cup again, he asked her for a refill.

“I could use another one too,” Christy hinted. “Paul, do you mind?”

“Sure, no problem. Here, Lily, I’ll make ’em.”

She handed me Will’s cup.

“You want one too?” I asked.

“I’m fine, thanks,” she said, but her smile lingered.

I decided to move things along. “Hey, Will, did you bring swim trunks?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Well, the girls are in bikinis. Maybe they’d like us to join them.”

“Yeah!” Lily said immediately.

“Uh-oh,” I said, as if I’d just thought of it.

Lily took the bait and asked, “What?”

“Someone forgot to tell me about the hot tub. No names mentioned, but she’s small, blonde, and looking very guilty right now. Anyway, I didn’t bring my trunks.”

“Shorts’re fine,” Will said.

“I might just wear my boxers,” I suggested.

“Yeah, whatever. It’s totally cool. I’ll be right back, hon.” He swayed to his feet, bumped into Lily’s, and lurched toward the cabin’s single bathroom. “Gotta take a leak first.”

“Are you sure you don’t want another?” I asked Lily.

She took the hint and rose to join me. She set her half-full cup on the counter and stood close enough that I could feel the heat of her bare skin where it nearly touched mine.

“Are you okay with this?” I asked. “What we’re doing?”

She feigned innocence.

“Christy told me,” I said. “Everything. Drink a lot, play naughty games, get naked. We’ve done the first two. Are you ready for the last one?”

Her eyes flashed with excitement.

“Tell me now if you don’t want to. We’ll have a nice little party and that’s all.”

“No,” she said immediately. “I want to.”

“Okay, if you’re sure. But you realize that getting naked usually leads to other things, like fooling around?”

She swallowed hard, but her eyes never lost their enthusiasm.

I chuckled, low and suggestive.

She shot a glance at the bathroom door. Then she threw caution to the wind and moved in for a kiss. I pulled her toward me. Her large, firm breasts pressed into my side, and her breathing grew heavy as the kiss heated up. I casually cupped her bikini-clad ass. She moaned and thrust her hips toward me.

We pulled apart when the bathroom door rattled in its frame. It came unstuck and banged open.

“Sorry,” Will said absently. He leaned on the furniture for balance as he crossed to the alcove. He disappeared behind the curtain, and the bed springs squeaked under his weight.

Lily started breathing again. “I can’t believe it’s really happening.”

“Are you sure about Will?” I wasn’t, but I wanted to stick to the plan if I could.

“You heard his stories. He’s done just about everything else.”

I had my doubts but didn’t voice them.

“Besides,” she added, “he’ll do anything when he’s drunk.”

“Yeah, but will he regret it in the morning?”

“I don’t think so.”

It sounded like wishful thinking, but I kept those doubts to myself too.

“What about you?” I asked instead. “What if things go further than just getting naked?”

“I want them to.”

Will yanked the curtain aside and emerged in a pair of swim trunks and no shirt. My eyes widened. He looked like a Calvin Klein model, with a sculpted chest and washboard abs. Christy took one look and then did a double take.

“Holy crap,” I said without thinking. “Do you work out, Will?”

“What?” he said blearily. “No. Why?”

“Just… you have a really nice body.”

“What’re you, a fag or somethin’? Jus’ kiddin’.” He stumbled to the kitchen and said, “Which’n’s mine?”

I pointed, and he took a long drink. Then he grabbed the handle of the rum bottle and unscrewed the top.

“Go easy,” I warned as politely as I could.

He waved vaguely and filled his cup to the top. He didn’t add any Coke. Then he lurched to the couch and took a longer drink.

“Crap,” Lily whispered. “I was afraid he’d do this.” She sighed again as she watched him stare vacantly at MTV. “Now he’s going to ignore me.”

I glanced at Christy. She was watching him too, and I could almost see her come to the same conclusion I just had.

“I don’t think anything’s going to happen tonight,” I said to Lily in a low voice.

She glared at Will.

“Sorry,” I added.

“I don’t know why I even bothered,” she said. “He isn’t going to change. I thought maybe this weekend…” She sipped her drink and glared some more. “If I’m lucky, he’ll pass out soon.”

Will did indeed pass out. He came around, sort of, when I hoisted him from the couch and supported him under his arm. I half-carried, half-dragged him to the sleeping alcove and dumped him in bed. Lily was so annoyed that she didn’t even wait around to make sure he was okay. I was tempted to leave him where he was, but I swung his legs onto the bed and covered him with the sheet. He started snoring softly, so I returned to the living room.

Lily was on the couch. “Is he out?” she asked over her shoulder.

“Like a light.”

She huffed dismissively and went back to sulking. Christy moved to her side and put her arm around her.

“Paul,” she asked, “will you…?”

“I’m on it,” I said. I grabbed their cups and returned to the kitchen. “Do we want ‘lights out’ drinks or ‘all night long’?”

That roused Lily from her funk. “Huh?”

“You and your words,” Christy said fondly.

Lily actually smiled when she figured it out. “All night long would be awesome.”

“Careful what you wish for,” I said with a grin.

She blushed and glanced at Christy, who gave me a speculative look.

“Might as well have fun,” I said. “Now that Prince Charming’s asleep.”

“Prince Charming,” Lily snorted. “Ha! That loser?”

“Eh, he’s only nineteen.”

“And doesn’t respect women,” Christy added.

“Let’s change the subject.” I delivered the girls’ drinks. “Something more fun.”

“Getting naked is fun,” Lily suggested.

My eyebrows shot up.

“Yeah,” Christy added, “you were supposed to take your clothes off when Will did. You promised.”

“Sorry. I didn’t see the point.”

“What about now?” Lily said. “I will if you will.”

“Sure. I’m fine with that. But… what about Sleeping Beauty? What if he gets up to go to the bathroom or something?”

“We could move to the bedroom,” Christy suggested. “Oh my gosh, I didn’t mean it like that!”

“I will if you will,” Lily said again.

We left the television on in the living room, just in case. I closed the bedroom door and set my drink on the dresser. I lifted the hem of my polo, but Lily beat me to it. She popped the catch on her bikini and freed one of the nicest pairs of breasts I’d ever seen. They were the size of cantaloupes and just as round, with medium-sized nipples and faint tan lines.

She shrugged and let the top fall. “What do you think?”

“I think you’re quicker’n I am,” I chuckled.

“Huh?”

“He’s weird about nudity,” Christy explained. “But I think you’re beautiful.”

“Thank you,” Lily said. “You are too.”

I took off my shirt and unbuttoned my shorts.

Lily hesitated and then asked Christy, “Have you really done all those things? With other girls?”

Christy nodded.

Lily glanced toward me as I finished undressing. Her glance turned into a stare. “What happened to your—?” She swallowed hard. “To your hair?”

“I shave,” I said simply.

“I like him smooth,” Christy added. “I like how it looks. And how it feels.”

“Inside you?” Lily said.

“And in my mouth.”

“Besides,” I added, “it’s only fair.”

Lily looked confused, so I glanced at Christy.

“Didn’t she see? Earlier?” I asked.

“See what?” Lily said.

“No,” Christy said to me. She shrugged a little guilty.

“That’s okay,” I chuckled. “Show her now.”

Christy didn’t say “yes, sir” aloud, but her eyes did. She unfastened her bikini top and it popped free. She caught it automatically with her other hand. Her breasts didn’t sag at all, but she still hesitated and glanced at Lily’s.

“Keep going,” I told her.

She lowered the bottoms and kicked them off.

Lily’s jaw dropped.

“Yeah,” I agreed. “I like her shaved too.”

“You’re even more twisted than I thought,” Lily said.

“It isn’t twisted,” I chuckled. “It’s just the way we are. Ready to show yours?”

“What—? Oh, right!” She lowered her bottoms and stepped out of them. “Ta-da!”

She’d trimmed her bush along her bikini line, so it was more of a wedge than a full triangle. The dark hair curled in soft little whorls.

Lily glanced at my dick and realized it was only semi-hard. She frowned for a moment and then surprised me.

“You’ve done this before,” she said.

Christy’s eyes widened, although she recovered quickly and shot me a look. I told you so.

“Yeah,” I agreed to both.

“How come you didn’t speak up?” Lily asked. “When Will was telling all those stories?”

I cleared my throat delicately, and Christy answered for me.

“He doesn’t like to brag.”

Lily surprised me again when she caught the subtext. “You mean he won’t tell anyone? About… us?”

“It’s none of their business,” I agreed. “Have you ever done anything like this before?”

“I’ve done… things.”

“A threesome?”

“Maybe.”

I waited.

“Only twice,” she said in a rush. “And I was pretty drunk.”

“In high school?”

“You’re lucky you didn’t get a reputation,” Christy added.

“No, at the beach. On vacation,” Lily explained. “With college guys.”

My eyebrows flew up, although I controlled them just as quickly. She was a lot more of a party girl than I’d realized.

Her confidence faltered at that point, so I moved behind her and put my hands on her shoulders. Her skin was smooth and warm, and she shivered in anticipation at my touch. I ran my hands down her arms and kissed her shoulder. She sighed, and her breathing grew heavier, so I planted kisses up her neck. Then I moved her hand to my stiff cock. Her fingers tightened around it.

Christy sank to her knees and kissed her thighs, and Lily gasped. She moaned softly when I cupped her breasts and hefted them. Their weight surprised me. They were firm, too, and barely sagged when I released them. I played with her nipples, and she sighed with pleasure as Christy began kissing her pussy.

“Let’s move to the bed,” I suggested after a couple of minutes.

Lily nodded silently, and Christy stood. They kissed, and Lily tasted herself for the first time on another girl’s lips.

“My turn,” she whispered.

Christy scooted to the center of the bed, and Lily made a beeline for her pussy. She kissed her clit and then slid a finger inside.

“She’s so wet,” she murmured. Then she tasted the dew on her finger. “And sweet.”

I knelt on the bed and offered my hard-on to Christy. She began sucking and then squirmed as Lily tongued her clit. I pinched her nipples and watched Lily explore. She didn’t waste any time. After only a few experimental licks and kisses, she buried her face between Christy’s thighs.

Christy was already worked up, and she didn’t last long after that. She stopped sucking and simply held my cock in her mouth. Then she stiffened and arched her back with a little orgasm.

Lily looked at me as Christy relaxed and lay panting. “Did she just…?”

I bit my lip and fought not to laugh as Lily realized what she’d just done.

“Is it always like that,” she wondered, “so quiet?”

“Sometimes. Sometimes she cries out. It depends.”

“Can she do it again?” she asked.

“Can you?” I challenged.

She grinned. “I… kinda like it.”

“I kinda figured,” I said dryly.

She looked at my hard-on and then back to Christy’s pussy. “She’s so small. How do you fit?”

“I’ll show you.”

Her eyes lit up, and she moved out of the way so I could climb between Christy’s legs. Then she watched, entranced, as I rubbed my glans through Christy’s slick channel. I parted her folds, and the head of my cock disappeared inside her.

“You can see everything,” Lily said.

“Mmm hmm. One of the reasons I like her shaved. You like it too?”

“Yeah. It’s cool.”

“Kinda hot, actually.” I grinned and slid another couple of inches into her. Then I glanced at Lily. “What about you?” I caressed her thigh, and she parted her legs for me.

Her pubic hair was damp with arousal, and I could feel her heat before I even touched her. She sighed as I teased her lips and spread her moisture. Then I flicked her clit, and she gasped.

“Sensitive?”

She nodded.

I slid a finger inside her. “Hot, too.”

She swallowed hard, and her nostrils flared with her breathing. I finger-fucked her slowly, while I did the same to Christy with my cock.

“Suck her nipples,” I told Lily. “Bite them. She likes it.”

Christy hissed and arched her back. The temperature in her pussy shot up a couple of degrees, and my shaft glistened with fresh moisture. Lily’s pussy was almost as hot and even wetter.

I started to ask if she was ready for me to fuck her, but something made me hesitate. Her boyfriend was passed out in the other room. He was a chauvinist and a bit of a jerk, and he wasn’t really my friend, but it still felt like cheating.

“Slide up,” I told Lily instead. “Let Christy get between your legs.” I pulled out and patted Christy’s thigh. “Roll over, Little Bit. I’ll fuck you from behind.”

We all moved into position, and Lily moaned as Christy began licking her pussy. I slid into Christy and held her hips for leverage. Then I buried my cock and felt it hit something firm. Christy stiffened in surprise, and her pussy contracted around my shaft. I flirted with the idea of fucking her slow and deep, but decided to save it for later. I didn’t want to scare Lily or embarrass Christy by making her pass out.

Instead, I began thrusting at a steady tempo, one I could keep up all night. The bed squeaked in rhythm, and some distracted part of me worried that Will might wake up and discover us.

Lily saved me from going down that rabbit hole. Her nostrils flared, and her chest rose and fell with her breathing. Her breasts were impressive, full and firm, even as she lay back against the pillows. She pinched one of her nipples. Then she moistened her lips and began moaning softly.

I wanted Christy to come again, so I began playing with her clit as I fucked her. Then I grabbed a handful of hair. I tightened my grip, and she moaned into Lily’s pussy.

I picked up the pace, and my hips slapped Christy’s ass. The bedsprings squeaked even louder. Lily gasped and moaned, and not softly. We sounded like a porn movie. Then Lily came with a long, rising moan that would’ve woken the neighbors if we’d had any. I hunched my shoulders and waited for Will to burst in.

Christy’s pussy grew hotter and wetter as her own orgasm approached. I forgot about Will and concentrated on her instead. I pounded into her and felt my own floodgates begin to weaken. She arched her back as I pulled her hair and slammed into her, and the dam burst for both of us.

The walls of her pussy gripped my dick and held it in place, and my shaft swelled as semen backed up. Pleasure mingled with pain until white-hot ecstasy exploded behind my eyes and surged through my cock.

When my brain finally started working again, I realized I’d collapsed over Christy’s back, and she lay pinned beneath me. Her chest heaved and her skin felt hot next to mine. The room was eerily quiet without the sounds of sex.

I released Christy’s hair and pushed myself upright. She whimpered when my cock slipped out of her. I sat back on my heels, and Lily gazed at me with heavy eyelids. We traded smiles and caught our breath in silence.

“I should go,” she said.

I swallowed to moisten my mouth. I thought about arguing with her, but she seemed determined. Besides, I knew Catholic guilt when I saw it.

“I’ll sleep on the couch,” she said.

I found my voice and said, “Not with Will?”

She shook her head.

“Okay.” I climbed off the bed and told Christy, “Stay here. I’ll be back in a few.”

“I had fun,” Lily insisted.

“Us too,” Christy said. “Sorry about Will.”

“I’m over him. I thought this weekend might fix things, but…” She shrugged indifferently. “He’s history.”

“I’m so sorry,” Christy said.

“I’m not.” Lily pulled on her bikini bottoms and then rotated the top to untangle the straps.

“Why bother?” I said. “Unless you’re going to sleep in it. Besides, you look better without it.” I gestured toward the door. “Ready when you are.”

“Aren’t you going to put on some clothes?”

“I told you,” Christy said, “he’s weird about nudity.”

“You’ve seen me already,” I added, “and Will is out like a light.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

“Mmm. Now, let’s find sheets and blankets.”

I returned to the bedroom to find that Christy had moved under the sheet but was bright-eyed and very much awake.

“Are you upset?” she asked as I slid in beside her. “About Will?”

I shrugged. “He’s young. And a product of his upbringing.”

“I can’t believe I wanted to do something with him.”

“You didn’t know what he was like.”

“Maybe Trip isn’t so bad after all,” she said after a moment. “He still takes me for granted and says stupid things, but he isn’t like Will. Not at all.”

“No.”

She sighed. “I think about other guys all the time. Not having sex with them,” she added quickly, “but sucking them off.”

I nodded.

“I think about doing it with girls too. Like, all the time. I told you, my libido goes into overdrive sometimes.”

I moved her hand to my dick. It swelled and began to grow as she stroked it gently.

“I’m glad you understand,” she said softly. “I was always too afraid to tell anyone. Even Wren. Brooke knows, but… she’s like me.” She fell silent and then asked, “What did you think of Lily?”

“She’s fun,” I said.

“She really likes attention, doesn’t she. How come you didn’t have sex with her? She wanted you to.”

“It’s… hard to explain.”

“I think I understand.”

“You do?”

“Oh, Paul,” she sighed affectionately. “I grew up with five brothers. Remember? I know about ‘guy code,’ or whatever you call it. I think you hurt her feelings, though.”

“I didn’t mean to.”

“That’s why she left so quickly.”

“Yeah. She… um… tried again,” I said, “while we were making up the couch.”

“What happened?”

“We started kissing. She asked if I liked her breasts.”

Christy nodded. “She did the same to me, the first night we fooled around. What’d you do?”

“Reminded her you were waiting for me. She felt guilty at that point—”

“Girls don’t really have a code, but… um… you might be right. About Catholic guilt.”

“I know I’m right,” I chuckled.

“Fine, Mr. Smug. Back to Lily. What happened then?”

“I kissed her goodnight, told her to sleep tight, and said we’d see her in the morning.”

Christy nodded and sighed. After a moment she asked, “What’s going to happen? With Will, I mean.”

“No clue. He’ll have the mother of all hangovers. Then we’ll see.”

“He’s such a jerk to her. I can’t believe I didn’t see it before. And… I never thought I’d say this, but I don’t like Baptists. Well, not the Southern kind.”

“What’s not to like?” I said with acid sarcasm. “They’re judgmental, hypocritical, sanctimonious—”

“Be nice. I said I don’t like them. I’m not going to trash them just because they’re different. They’re still Christians, even if they don’t think we are. Catholics, I mean.”

“Yeah, you’re right.”

“You don’t like them ’cause of the one you dated, before me. What was her name?” she asked, faux-sweetly.

“I don’t remember,” I lied.

“Paige.”

“How’d—?”

“Wren told me. About the Catholic one too. I even know about that waitress at the Old College Inn.” I stiffened in surprise, and she laughed with genuine affection. “Oh, Paul, you should’ve seen your face when Lily suggested it.” She sighed and enjoyed the memory. Then she kissed my chest. “I know about most of the notches on your bedpost. Not the ones from before I met you, but all of them since. Want me to name them?”

“No,” I rasped, “that’s o—”

“Gina, Kendall, Wren, Leah, Susan, your mother, Erin, those swingers at camp— Elaine and the other two. I don’t know their names. Trip couldn’t remember, but I know there were two of them. Want me to continue?”

“Please don’t.”

“Why not? It’s a short list after that. Daphne, of course. And for a while I thought Sara, but you didn’t sleep with her. Well, she didn’t. You probably would’ve if she’d wanted to.”

I didn’t trust myself to reply.

“She loves you, but not like that, I’m afraid. Let’s see, who else? Mmm, there’s Paige and Tracy, but not Kimberly. You said she was only a tease. But then there’s Gracie. Ugh. I still can’t believe you slept with her.”

“It was a year ago. Longer, in my heart.”

“Mmm,” Christy agreed. “And I’m giving you credit for all the ones you didn’t sleep with. Last summer, I mean, when Wren was throwing them at you.”

“Thanks?”

“You’re welcome. Oh, and I need to update the list. There’s Brooke, of course. And Lily, although she doesn’t really count. Not yet. You didn’t have sex-sex with her. I’m sure I’m missing some, ones I can’t possibly know about—”

I reminded myself that discretion was the better part of valor.

“—but that’s most of them. Oh, I almost forgot… Leah’s mother. I knew from the way she looked at you. I think it’d been a while with her, though. And Kara, but not since I met you. I like her and Victor, by the way,” she added. “I wouldn’t mind doing it with them.”

“Good to know.” I’d begun to recover my composure, so I said, “You forgot one name, the most important.”

“No,” she said, “I was saving myself for last.”

“To make a point?”

“I suppose.”

“Which is…?”

She thought about it and then shrugged. “I don’t know. Only, I know about your past and don’t mind. I’m not jealous or anything. Well,” she admitted, “maybe I’m a little jealous of Gracie. She tried to take you from me. But you’re mine.”

“With a capital M,” I agreed.

“And… I suppose I told you ’cause I know there’ll be more. Women, I mean. Notches on your bedpost.”

“I don’t really think of them like that,” I said. “They’re people.”

“Real people with real lives,” she said in a near-perfect imitation of Wren.

I blinked in surprise.

“I know,” she added. “And I don’t mind that you slept with them. ’Cause I’m in charge of the bedpost now. That’s how Erin said it works. The women decide. I like that part of it.”

“Which part don’t you like?”

“The planning and being responsible and not knowing what I’m doing. Tonight could’ve been such a disaster. If you hadn’t taken over, I mean.” She thought about it and added, “I was watching you tonight, with Will. You were so cool when he was telling all those made-up stories about things he’d done. And then with Lily. You practically seduced her right in front of him.”

“I didn’t mean to.”

“You can’t help it,” she said. “It was the way you treated her. And me. You paid attention. You took care of us. Even later, in bed. You made sure we came first.”

“That’s just being a good lover.”

“Mmm, it is. But I don’t think you understand what it’s like. For most women, I mean.”

“I understand a little,” I said defensively.

“You do. But you’re a man. You’ll never understand. Not for real. But tonight makes me love you even more.”

I felt my usual sense of whiplash when she changed directions in the middle of a conversation. She even called me on it.

“I know you think I’m all over the place tonight,” she said, “but I can’t help it. I have a million thoughts when I’m with you.” She changed direction again. “And I see how you are with Lily and Brooke and even Gina, last night. Do you know why I was so upset when Mr. Big wanted a threesome with her?”

“No, why?”

“Because she wanted it too.”

“No, she didn’t.”

“Yes, Paul, she did. She hid it from you, but I could tell. She knew I knew, too.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Like what? Excuse me,” she mocked, “I know you want to have sex with my boyfriend, but it isn’t going to happen?”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

“I know I’m right,” she said with finality. “I love you, Paul, and I’ll do anything for you, but not with Gina.”

“I wouldn’t ask you to. I didn’t. That was the whole point. The little head thought of it, but the big head said no.”

“I know. And I love you both because of it. Him for thinking of it, and you for not going along.”

“Okay…,” I said slowly.

“I know you think I’m being silly,” she added, “and I’m probably not making sense, but I don’t have your way with words.”

“I think I understand.”

“I don’t think you do,” she said fondly, “but I’m glad you try. That’s more than most men do.” She hugged me tight and then sighed. “I love you so much right now.”

“I love you too.”

“But Mr. Big probably thinks I’ve forgotten about him. That’s a good thing, though. He’s easier to get in my throat before he gets all stiff and insistent. And then… You’ll be proud of me,” she said as an aside. “I’m just going to tell you what I want.”

“I like that.”

“I know. That’s why I do it. Anyway, where was I? Oh, right! Do you remember that time with Brooke? When I came and she thought I’d had a seizure?”

I chuckled.

“What’s so funny?” she demanded semi-indignantly.

“Nothing. I was thinking the same thing myself, though.”

“What?”

“Fucking you deep and making you come like that.”

“Oh my gosh, you were? See? You always know what I need.”

“I do.”

“Mmm, my two favorite words.”

I chuckled and kissed the top of her head.

She pulled back the sheet. “Oh, Mr. Big? I need you. I have this spot deep in my throat. It’s like a clitoris, and only you can reach it. Then I need you to reach a spot deep in my vagina. What do you think? Can you handle it?”

“He says yes.”

“Mmm, I know.”

Christy woke me sometime early in the morning, well before dawn. As usual, she did it with a handjob.

“Oh, thank goodness,” she said when she felt me stir.

I rubbed her back and mumbled something unintelligible.

“I thought I was going to have to start before you were awake.”

“I’d’ve woken up eventually,” I said.

“Maybe.”

I chuckled. “Have I ever slept through a blowjob?”

“Um… yes?”

“For real? When?”

“All the time. You wake up, sort of, but then you go right back to sleep and don’t remember anything in the morning.”

“That explains some of the dreams I have,” I said.

“They aren’t dreams. You get hard at night. Like, a lot. You don’t expect me to ignore that, do you?”

“No, dear,” I teased. “How could you?”

“Exactly. And for the record,” she added, “I know you’re making fun of me, but I don’t care. I’ll be done in ten or fifteen minutes. Then you can go back to sleep.”

“Yes, dear.”

She took longer than fifteen minutes, but I wasn’t about to complain, even when she kept sucking after I came. She played with herself until she had a quiet orgasm. Then she lay with her head on my thigh as she recovered.

“Better?”

She nodded. “I think so. Now I can go back to sleep.”

“Me too?”

She settled by my side. Then she let out a sigh, and I felt her breathing begin to slow.

“My very own nymphomaniac,” I said fondly.

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