Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 103530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
We chatted idly until we reached my suite, talking about safe-in-public topics like the fact that Leo kept his phone clipped to his belt like a big giant nerd and all of Lauren’s friends seemed wildly different from each other and her.
“The guy who looks like he runs an RV dealership—” Charlotte said as we stepped through the door.
“Rich,” I replied. “His name, I mean. Although he does do well for himself with his… camping supply store.”
“Camping supply store!” She groaned comically. “I knew it had something to do with the boring outdoors.”
“Hey, hey.” I stopped her with one hand held up. “The outdoors is not boring. And if you think it is, I feel like I have a duty to prove you wrong.”
“Feel that way all you want, but I’m not going camping with you.” She walked into the great room and turned around in a slow circle. “So… do I get to meet your friend?”
“Do you want to meet my friend?” It would be unreasonable to ask her to not meet a person she planned to fuck later.
But she shook her head. “Nah. Kind of ruins the mystery of it. And I know you’re not going to put me in danger, so it must be someone you trust.”
She had me there.
“Someone you probably have done this with before,” she added.
“Not exactly this, but… yeah. Guilty.” I found it difficult to believe that she’d ever felt intimidated by me; her confidence scared the hell out of me. Not that I didn’t like confident partners. I couldn’t remember a time when I was her age that I would have done something like this or spoken to a sexual partner as boldly. “Before we head up, let’s make sure we’re on the same page about a few things.”
She nodded in agreement but added the caveat, “Nothing too specific, though. I still want there to be an element of surprise.”
“Fair enough.” I put my hands in my pockets to keep myself from touching her. Now that we were safely behind closed doors, I wanted to do the things to her that I’d been thinking about all day. Our tryst in the linen closet hadn’t been enough. The wedding weekend had a packed itinerary that left no time to sneak away and jack off, so I’d spent a frustrating evening trying not to trace her every movement with my eyes or “accidentally” brush up against her.
But there were important preliminaries to be observed. “First, I want you to know that I don’t play around with people who aren’t safe. I’m not opening you up to any new and exciting sexually transmitted infections by introducing you to this guy, okay? Do you want to know his name?”
“No,” she said quickly. “I want him to be a stranger. The whole time.”
“Can do. Second, I don’t play around with people who don’t understand boundaries. Which means for all of us.” I didn’t think she’d view Max as a sex toy instead of a person, but I had too much experience with this kind of thing to completely rule the possibility out. “Do you want to set up a safe word or are we sticking with ‘stop’?”
“‘Stop’ is fine,” she said, her cheeks coloring slightly. “I’m not sure I could remember any other words in the heat of the moment.”
We’ll need to fix that, eventually.
My brain screeched to a halt. What “eventually” was I planning for? This was a weekend. A little bit of fun on the side, presumably to remind myself that my friend was ruining his life by getting married and giving up all the freedom I enjoyed. To convince myself that my broken engagement wasn’t the dying-alone sentence it felt like.
I had to get myself back on track. “Moving along here, how do you feel about double penetration?”
“I feel like it would be a good time, but I’m not prepared to go there tonight. I think I would need way more experience in the back door area, if you catch my drift.” She blushed again, and I wondered if it was difficult for her to admit to being inexperienced at something.
I resisted the strong urge to offer to tutor her. “Off the table, got it. How about stuff between two guys? Is it okay if me and him get involved, or is this a strictly male-female-male fantasy?”
“Please, do get involved,” she said with a giggle.
“Hey now, I’m not here to perform for you,” I teased her.
“Sorry, was that fetishizing? I can’t help it. You’re superhot.” She spread her hands in a what-are-you-gonna-do gesture and let them flop to her sides.
“Is there anything you want to add or know about, before we go up?” I asked. For example, do you want to tell me to kiss you? Because you didn’t react well when I tried before, so I’m not going to try again.