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She stiffened with surprise.

“Yeah, exactly. So I’m pretty nerv—”

My words must have finally sunk in, because she threw her arms around my neck and kissed me. And not just any kiss; it was the “take me to bed, now!” variety. I might’ve been slow on the uptake, but I wasn’t an idiot. I scooped her into my arms and headed toward our room, immediately, forthwith, and posthaste.

Halfway there I realized that the little head was running the show. We fought a battle of wills that felt almost physical, until the big head regained a semblance of control.

“What’s the matter?” Christy asked, breathless and confused. “Are you okay? You just…”

I chuckled and then smiled to reassure her. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

“Try me,” she said anxiously.

“Okay. But in a minute. One, it’s a little chilly out here. And two, we’re standing in the middle of the road.”

She nodded and held on to my neck so I could free a hand to open the door to our room. I maneuvered her through it and kicked it shut behind us.

Then I set her on the top of the dresser. I’d already killed the urgency of the moment, so I decided to explain.

“I’m fine,” I said, “but… I just had a little argument with my dick.”

“You’re serious,” she said slowly.

“Completely. And I used to lose most of the arguments I had with it. So we did what my dick wanted, regardless of the consequences. I made some really bad decisions when I let it do the thinking.”

She looked dubious. “Like… what?”

“Do you really wanna get into that now? Talk about my past mistakes in

the girlfriend department?”

“Exactly. So just take my word for it. Not good if the little head runs the show by itself, especially in a new situation. Like… with a new girlfriend.

One I really like, but who wants to take things slow.”

“So the little head and I had a chat. I… convinced it… to do things my way.”

She was warming to the idea that I really did have two-sided conversations with my penis. “What did you tell him?”

She compressed her lips and tried not to grin.

“Told him he could stay in my pants all night.”

“What choice did he have?”

“Do you think it would help…?”

I raised an eyebrow.

“Would you like to?”

She looked down and plucked up her courage. “Very much.”

“I’d like that,” she said softly.

“I was hoping you would.” I lifted her chin and kissed her, with a lot more tenderness and intimacy than the kiss that had started it all. “But first…

you’re way too overdressed to meet him.”

“Oh?” She batted her eyes coquettishly. “There’s a dress code?”

“Mmm hmm. So… are you ready to try being a nudist?”

“I can hardly say no at this point.”

She touched my face and looked into my eyes. “I know. That’s why I won’t. Not with you. Not ever.”

“You know,” I said after a moment, “I think that’s the first time I’ve ever heard you swear.”

Her brow wrinkled comically. “You won’t tell anyone, will you? I have a reputation…”

“Your secret’s safe with me,” I chuckled.

“Thank you. Now… about this nudist thing. How does it work?”

“Well, it’s simple: you take off your clothes. If you have a boyfriend handy, you can ask him to help.”

“Does it require much help? I mean, I’ve been taking my clothes off for years. Is there some special way to do it as a nudist?”

“I usually start at the top and work my way down. Here, let me show you.” I lifted the hem of her sweater. Then I paused. “Last chance to say no.”

“No, you don’t want to keep going? Or no, you aren’t saying no?”

“The second one. I won’t say it.”

I looked her in the eyes and slowly lifted her sweater. She raised her arms, and I started to pull it over her head.

“Ow, ow, ow! Hold on. It’s caught on my earring.”

I chuckled but paused to let her free herself.

“There. Sorry. Much better.”

I pulled the sweater off and set it aside.

She was wearing a black bra with sheer lace panels. Her nipples were dark and stiff.

I surveyed her appreciatively and then touched the clasp between her breasts. “Lucky a third time.”

My eyebrows shot up.

She smirked. “I’m shy, not innocent.”

I popped the catch with a single twist, which made her shiver. “Are you okay?”

She moistened her lips and nodded. “Makes me tingly when you do that so easily.”

“How ’bout when I do this?” I peeled the halves of her bra apart and enjoyed the sight of her bare breasts for the first time. They were small but firm, with just enough weight to curve gently on the bottom.

“That too,” she said with another frisson. Then she added hesitantly, “I know you normally like them bigger…”

“Uh-uh. You remember what I said about my favorites?”

“Besides, they’re beautiful. Just the right size and shape.”

“You really think so?”

“Should I ask Mr.