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You can have your way with me, and you can make me… you know.”

“Suck my dick?” I offered.

She nodded. “Just… when I’m ready.”

“I know,” I said softly. “And I’m willing to wait.”

“All you have to do is ask.”

“When I haven’t been drinking.”

“Only… do you want me to stop altogether? Drinking, I mean. I will if you want. I swear. I’ll never—”

“No. Alcohol isn’t the problem. Right now, it just means you don’t worry about trying to be a good girl. You can say what you want, ask for what you want. The real ‘problem’ is when you haven’t been drinking.

She heard the quotes and didn’t object.

She gasped and squirmed as I teased her opening. Then she moaned when I gently pushed my finger into her.

“Oh, wow. You’re wet and ready, aren’t you?”

“Well, what’d you expect? You were playing with your penis. And we’ve been talking about sex while Mr. Big is pressing into my stomach. So, yes, I’m a little hot and slippery.”

I grinned down at her. “You’re a feisty little thing, aren’t you?”

“Especially when I think you’re making fun of me.

“I wasn’t making fun of you. I was just surprised.”

“No argument from me.”

“Thank you!” She took a deep breath and relaxed. Then she closed her eyes and very firmly pulled my finger out of her pussy. “Thank you,” she said again. “I can’t concentrate when you do that. I can barely think straight when Mr. Big is— No! Don’t take him away.”

I chuckled and rolled toward her again. Mr. Big returned to his warm little spot on her hip.

“I do. And we were talking about you and guilt.

“I thought we were talking about me and drinking.”

“We were, but that’s only a symptom of the problem. And I shouldn’t even call it a problem. It isn’t. It’s just part of who you are.”

“Only… you want me to change.”

“I think you do too. I mean, you must be really unhappy sometimes.

You’re torn between what you want and feeling guilty about it.”

“You can say that again,” she muttered.

Why can’t you just do it?”

“Because I don’t want you to feel guilty about it.

“What makes you think I will?”

“My past. With Kendall.”

“Ugh! You keep throwing her in my face.”

“I know. I get that part. But I don’t like being compared to someone in your past.”

“I can’t help it. I really grew to resent Kendall, to resent the fact that she wouldn’t just do what she wanted. I see you doing the same thing. You want something, but instead of asking or doing it yourself, you hint real hard for me to do it, to make the decision for you.