”
“For the record,” she said, “that’s the worst line ever. No girl in history has ever fallen for it.”
“Would you rather…?” I kissed her gently. “Fall…?” I kissed her again.
“For something else?”
I kissed her deeper. Then she began planting kisses on my neck. My dick reacted predictably.
“Told you,” I said dryly.
“You may need to tell me again.”
“How ’bout if I just kiss you instead?”
I spent a long time thinking about Christy during my run the next morning. I was a little surprised that the nudist camp hadn’t been more of a sticking point. Then again, it was the least shocking part of my lifestyle. The swinging would probably involve a much larger adjustment. That is, if I ever found the
I also found myself thinking about the question that had been lurking in the back of my brain for a while: who exactly was seducing whom? Christy made Kendall look like an amateur when it came to getting what she wanted without having to take responsibility for it. And for some reason that really bugged me.
I didn’t want her to be a take-charge type like Wren or Sara, but I didn’t want a passive wallflower either. She wasn’t in many ways, like her art, but she definitely was in the relationship department, and especially about sex.
Things would get predictable and boring if I were the only one to start things or decide what we did.
I started another lap around the neighborhood while I worked out my rules of engagement. What was I willing to do and what would I make her ask for explicitly? Where did I draw the line between passive object and active partner? My imagination went wild, but I couldn’t make a rule for every situation, so I eventually settled on a single one: Christy would have to start anything that involved my penis inside her.
“Hey,” she said when I finally came through the front door. “You were gone a long time.”
“Yeah, sorry. Had a lot on my mind.”
“Thinking about your friend? Gunny?”
“It’s okay. But thanks.”
“You want me to fix you breakfast?”
“That’d be nice,” I said. Then I grinned. “Are you ready for your second breakfast, my fair hobbit lass?”
She rolled her eyes but took down two bowls for cereal.
We ate in companionable silence and then headed upstairs to pack and get ready for the trip.
“Do you want to shower first?” she asked.
“Okay. And… I know I should pack super-light, ’cause it’s a little plane, but—?”
“I think so.
