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“Okay, that was a dumb question. Of course you liked it.”

“So… did you keep shaving? Or just that one time?”

“No. It really itched when it grew back, but we did it again. Only a couple of times, though. It was kinda fun. It made us feel naughty and… um…

“That’s exactly why I like it. I like the look too, but I also like that it’s something you do for sex.”

“I know. I’ve wanted to do it for longer ever since then. But…”

“I guess I never had the courage.”

“You? But you’re fearless.”

“Maybe about normal stuff, but not about sex stuff.

“Says the girl who wasn’t a nudist until yesterday. Who’s in bed with her boyfriend, talking about shaving her pussy for sex.”

“You’re probably a lot braver than you give yourself credit for.”

“You really think so?”

“You always make me feel good about myself,” she said warmly.

“Especially when we talk about sex.”

Sex is a natural part of a grown-up relationship.”

“I know that in my head, but the rest of me still thinks I’m being bad.

“That’s okay. Baby steps.”

“Thank you.” She kissed my chest, and her hands found my erection again. “He’s still so hard.”

“Mmm hmm. He always will be, as long as you’re around.”

“There you go again, making me feel all tingly inside. And that’s a good thing, ’cause… I was really mad at you earlier. Lucky for you, I thought about it and calmed down.”

“Believe it or not, nothing.”

I couldn’t keep the shock out of my voice. “Really?”

“No,” she laughed, “it was something I realized.

“Well, I figured out why your dad isn’t jealous of your mom and Susan.”

“Mmm hmm. He’s… sleeping with both of them.”

I forgave her the euphemism.

“Well…? He is, isn’t he?”

“It depends on what time it is,” I joked. “He might be talking instead. Or getting a handjob. Or trying to convince them to have sex.”

“Ha ha. Very funny. But this is serious. He’s… doing it with both of them, isn’t he?”

“But that isn’t what made you mad,” I said, “is it?”

“That you aren’t jealous of me and Wren.

And that was the other shoe. “Ah.”

I breathed a soft laugh. “You know me so well.”

“And I’m learning more all the time.”

“And you’re still avoiding the question.”

“Yep, you’re right.”

“So you aren’t going to tell me?”

“Wha—? Oh, I get it. So you admit it?”

“To thine own girlfriend…,” I said.

“I want to hear you say it.”

“Using my own logic against me?”

“Mmm hmm,” she said faux-sweetly.