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"Commanding, powerful," he said. It sounded like he was having difficulty talking.
How could he get any bigger inside me? But he did. I was sure of it. In perfect shade the heat increased, the leaves bending in toward us, drawn by his pull.
"Primal."
Everything became more vivid. The forest was on fire.
He fisted one hand in my hair gently pulled my head back.
"Beautiful," he said, pressing every spot, inside and out, mentally and physically just right. I exploded.
I convulsed around him. He kissed the back of my ear.
"Incredible."
Bevvie turned around and walked from the beach to the beginning of the path. Oh God.
She put her hand up to her forehead, turned her head slightly left and right, searching.
Oh shit. Oh my God. Oh God.
"That's the thing about sex," Jean-Luc whispered very, very quietly in my ear. "There's always the element of the unknown."
Bevvie took a step closer to us.
Oh God.
Jean-Luc grabbed my hips, his big hands pressing firmly into the soft flesh, but still feeling to me as if they were in many other places too. He pumped in and out with a vengeance, all thrusting hip action, and savage plundering.
I grabbed on even harder to the railing, as he pulled me to him with each hard, fast, thrust.
"Marce?" Bevvie called.
Harder. Faster.
"Aren't you going to answer her?" Jean-Luc whispered tauntingly in my ear.
I shook my head.
The fear, the excitement, the sounds, the sensations. I pushed even higher on tip-toe, wound up like a spring in a toy that had been turned too far and was about to break.
The pent-up connection rose higher and higher.
"Marcy, you're marvelous," Jean-Luc said. And then detonated.
I struggled to catch my breath while watching Bevvie turn around and go back to the beach.
"Phew," I whispered.
"Phew is right," Jean-Luc said back. "But that doesn't even begin to cover it."
I took a few seconds re-learning how to stand on my own without help.
Jean-Luc tied the back of my bikini top, and put the bottom back in place and tied the side. I climbed down from our hideaway, and he climbed down right after me.
He took my hand and we walked the path toward the beach. When we were almost there I stopped, pulling back.
"What?" he asked.
"We smell like sex," I whispered, my voice came out loud, like a stage whisper shout.
He smiled at me so big, two dimples big enough to put dimes in showed in his cheeks. He leaned over to put his mouth near my ear.
"You better believe it," he said.
We rejoined everybody.
"I was going to send out a search party," Bevvie said.
"Not necessary," Jean-Luc said. "I'm returning her unharmed."
We all toasted marshmallows as the sun set. Bevvie was considering a career in law, and she had a lot of questions for Jean-Luc, which he answered patiently and generously.
"You don't have a brother, do you?" she asked.
"No," he said. "But I have a cousin. And he'd be really lucky if he got to meet you." Bevvie looked surprised. I knew she was self-conscious about her weight. I had to give Jean-Luc props that he didn't care.
"My cousin Brett just left for Africa yesterday, but when he gets back, I'll introduce you. If he's got any brains at all he'll recognize a good thing."
Ah, maybe that was whom he had to drive to the airport.
When it got dark I said to Jean-Luc, "I need to get going now."
He nodded. We stood up and said our good-byes.
We got in the car and I started laughing uncontrollably.
"What?" he asked.
"I can't believe we did that!"
He didn't even pretend to not know what I meant.
"It's all part of my plan to corrupt you," he said.
"What's next? Anal sex?"
"What? No!" He started the car and pulled out of the parking lot. "Hell no. You've been a non-virgin for less than a week. I think we can safely say we have a hell of a lot to go through first."
"Do I get to see the proposed playbook?"
"Nope. You just get to experience each..." he paused at a stop light and looked and me. He drew a finger down my thigh. "Amazing, go-for-end-zone play as it comes."
I smiled.
As we approached my house I got nervous. What if my parents had come home early? But the house was dark.
Jean-Luc parked in front of my house and gave me a beautiful, loving kiss.
"I can't invite you in," I said.
He gave a small nod.
"Thanks for an amazing day, sweet star."
I smiled at him, and leaned in to kiss him again. When he broke it off he caressed my cheek. "You've got really nice friends," he said.
"Ha! Wait until you get the full inquisition from Bev."
"I can handle it. I'd walk through fire for you anyway, to be close to your sweet hotness, you know that. A little protective interrogation from a friend is nothing. I'm glad you invited me."
"If I smile any more, my face might break," I said.
He kissed me again.
"Can't have that." He caressed my cheeks. "I've grown really fond of your face."
He kissed me again.
"See you soon?" he asked.
I nodded.
I hopped out of the car before I begged him to take me to his house.
He waved and drove off. I didn't waste any time doing the football boogie boogie dance, but ran inside. I definitely wanted to shower before my parents got home. I didn't want to be smell like burnt marshmallows and sex. Maybe I would get lucky, and they wouldn't get home until after I was asleep; I really didn't want to update them on what had happened to me since they'd been gone.
*
Monday morning I was back at Melody's, and everything seemed different.
I was a hedon. I was a wanton slut. I had sex outside! Now, I really was the perfect receptionist for a sex club, right? Although, to really be the perfect receptionist, wouldn't I have to, at some point, experience what went on inside?
While I felt totally different, the slow Monday start with just a few people coming in was the same. I got absorbed in my reading. A bright orange and yellow hardcover slid into my field of vision on my desk.
The new Laurell K. Hamilton book.
I looked up.
Evan.
"Hi, beautiful," he said.
I smiled at him.
"Thought you'd like this," he said tapping the book. "I've never read her, but I asked my favorite bookseller for a recommendation on what you might like, and she recommended this."
"I'm a big Hamilton fan," I said.
He smiled.
"And I've been looking forward to reading this one, I haven't yet."
He smiled bigger.
"Should I get you a book?" I asked.
He shook his head.
A bunch of young, beautiful, twenty-something women came in. Swipe, swipe, swipe.
One redhead looked over her shoulder as she was walking in. "See you in there, Evan," she cooed.
Bile rose in my throat.
"It's unprofessional to want to rip her hair out, right?" I asked. "It's very wrong to be jealous just because she knows your name, right?"
"I like it," Evan said. He gave me his card and I swiped it and handed it back. He leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "I'll see you on the way out, baby."
Sigh.
A few more people came in. After I swiped everyone in there was a moment's lull. I put down the book I was reading and started on the Laurell K. Hamilton.
He asked his bookseller about me? What did he say?
When he came out his shirt was unbuttoned an extra button lower at the collar.
"Marcy," he said. His voice was slow and velvety. "How about dinner tonight."
The way he said dinner sounded like 'hot monkey gorilla sex'.
"Ah, dinner?"
"Yeah, dinner."
"You know I'm sort of, ah, um..."
"I know about J.L.," he said.
"Good. Okay. Good."
He leaned over my desk. "Doesn't mean I don't want you for...dinner."
"Okay, okay," I said. "Dinner. What should I bring?"
"Just your sweet self," he said. "And a toothbrush," he said, but he winked. "Seven?"
"Okay, seven," I said.
He leaned over, gave me a quick peck on the cheek, and left.
I went back to reading. It felt nice to feel so cared for. Maybe I imagined the whole sexy emphasis on the word dinner.
Nope.
I tried to concentrate on my reading. Not happening.
I arrived at Heather and Evan's at seven. I brought a small jade plant.
Evan answered the door. "Hello sweetness," he said.
The house was amazingly silent.
I stepped in. I handed Evan the plant.
"Thanks," he said.
"Where is everybody?" I asked.
"Heather has a big exam at school. She wasn't exactly sure what time she'd finish. Cuff and Link are at the groomers, and considering it's right next to the college, Heather's going to pick them up on the way home. J.L. said he had a breakthrough in an important case he's working on, and will be working late on briefs and stuff. He'll try and stop by after dinner if he can."
Evan looked at me, an evil smirk curling up the corner of his mouth.
"So it's just you and me for a minute, baby."
I should feel nervous, but I didn't. I took a toothbrush out of my back pocket and held it up.
He laughed.
"This is the first time we're alone together for a long conversation since Zen Sushi," I said.
Evan gave me a very soft kiss on my lips, just the barest of brushes.
"Come on mochi, you can help me make dinner."
I went into the kitchen with him. He had all the fixings out for sandwiches.
"This is the type of dinner preparation I can do," I said.
"Me too, sweetness," he said.
We were making a ton of sandwiches. I guess he expected everybody to be hungry. We worked in companionable silence and I marveled at how good, and how comfortable it felt to be with him.
"You know, I never asked you what you do for a living," I said.
"You didn't?" he asked.
"No," I said. "I still don't know."
"I work with autistic k**s," he said. "Ones who are really low down on the spectrum. I teach life skills, behavioral modification, basic reading, plan outings, work on quality of like things, set up physical education routines, that kind of stuff."
"Sounds rewarding," I said.
"Don't k** yourself. It can be a big pain in the ass. Yesterday a nine-year-old went ballistic on me. It's rewarding, but it's exhausting. I always wish I could do more. I'm always thinking of ways to try to do the same things, but better. I deal with parents, siblings, schools. I love it, but it's draining in a way nothing else is. So I don't talk about it too much. I just try to make sure I have a rich life in all the other areas of my life so I have more and more to give."
Then he made comical lewd eyebrow movements and leered at me.
"Why is it that I feel so comfortable with you?" I asked.
"I don't know. Chemistry? Kismet?"
"I mean, why do I trust you so much?"
He shrugged. "Sometimes you meet someone and you feel like you've known them for a hundred years. I've only had that feeling twice: with Heather and with you."
"Wow."
He smiled at me, that beautiful, radiant smile. "Yeah."
"I've seen you around and always wanted to talk to you," I said. Then I covered my mouth. Oops. I probably shouldn't have said that.
Evan rubbed his shoulder against mine. "I felt the same way about you, sweetness. Except you were always driving your car when I was walking, and I was always driving when you were walking around."
"Then I saw you at Melody's," I said. "And I was like, oh shit!"
"That's not what I thought," Evan said. "I thought, yum."
I laughed.
"It's weird that I trust you so much."
He put down the sandwich he was making. "Marcy, you should trust your instincts. I meant it when I said I would help you learn anything you want. And I would never hurt you. Never. I won't steer you wrong. I won't push you."
"I have a lot of questions about you, about what goes on at Melody's," I said. "It's not like there's a lot of people I can ask."
He licked one of his fingers, unselfconsciously, and my gaze followed the motion. He saw me watching and smiled.
"You can ask me, babe. You can always ask."
"Yeah, but before I ask anything, I have to say, I don't get the anal sex thing. I mean, I don't even get it with gay guys, but I really don't get it with straight guys. Why would you want to do that?"
Evan looked up, thinking.
"It's like..." he paused. "First of all, it's like total domination. It's like a final frontier. If someone will let you do that to them, they are letting you posses them totally and then some. Like..." he slammed his palms together. "Wham!"
I shook my head. I didn't get it.
"It's like football," he said.
Good, a football analogy. Something I would be able to understand.
"You're chasing after somebody. You can bring them down by just tripping them up. But it's not as good as tackling them, pouncing on them, crushing them. That's something else, when you get them to surrender completely."
I stopped making sandwiches to look at him.
"But even that isn't enough. You want to consume. Annihilate. Conquer. Imagine smashing them into dust and drinking their blood."
"Like rugby players," I said.
He laughed.
"Yeah, or ice hockey players. That's what anal sex is like. It's like owning a person body and soul so much that you're eating them."
I blinked.
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"Holy shit," I said.
He shrugged. "Yeah, and it's even more than that. Ass muscles can squeeze tighter, so it's more intense. And, you know, I just crave it. Like when you're starving you might crave meat, or vegetables. When you're starving, and then, you're satisfied. It just feels right to me."
"Wow," I said.
"Yeah," he said.
"Weird," I said. Then I covered my mouth. "Was it okay that I said that?"
"Yeah, it's fine. We're friends, you can say anything. And when I say it out loud, it does sound kind of weird. But doing it is the most natural thing in the world."
"Do lots of straight couples, ah, do it?"
"More than you'd think," he said.
Yuck. I hope my parents didn't do that. I shivered. Gross.
"What?" he asked.
"Nothing."
I thought about what he said. Without realizing it I was drumming my fingers against the counter.
"What?" Evan asked.
A nervous giggle escaped me.
"What, sweetness?"
"It's just, you're this, you know, cute, sensitive, average guy. This beyond trustworthy, totally comfortable guy. And yet part of you is..."
He smiled at me, a really raunchy, rowdy smile.
I cleared my throat. "I think we have enough sandwiches here to feed any army, Evan," I said, obviously changing the topic.
He leaned down toward me. "I can think of a lot of really perverted ways to complete that sentence," Evan said.
"A ton of sandwiches," I said.
He straightened up. "Yeah well, if J.L. doesn't come I'll have some extra for tomorrow."
"I'm still thinking about what you said," I said.
"That if J.L. doesn't come, we'll have some extra for tomorrow," he repeated.
"Funny."
"Come on," he said. "I don't know how much longer Heather will be, so let's go ahead and eat."
Just then Heather walked in with the two dogs. One dog was wearing a blue ribbon around its neck, the other a pink ribbon. The dogs ran to us.
"Sit!" Evan said. They sat. He vigorously rubbed behind their ears and the sound of their tails thumping against the floor sounded like a metal head going nuts on the bass drums.
"Hey, baby," Evan said to Heather. "How'd the test go?"
She came over and gave him a big hug.
"I don't know. Okay I guess. Super long. Hey Marcy, what's up?"
"I've been telling her about the joys of anal sex," Evan said.
Heather snorted.
"More like the compulsion of anal sex, it sounded like," I said.
"Hey," Evan said. "I went without for three years. When Heather started school, grad school I mean, I took a break from Melody's."
Huh.
Heather went into the kitchen. "Sandwiches? You made sandwiches for dinner?"
"Yup."
"Lazy ass."
"You said dinner, you didn't say what."
"Dinner," I said, and I made it sound like hot football tackle crazy eat-your-dead rugby anal sex.
Evan laughed. He leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "Want to try it?" he whispered.
"I'm determined to try everything," I said. "If I'm going to work at Melody's, I think I should have first hand experience of all the wacky things people do."
"Yeah, I like it," Evan said. "Maybe not all at once though, okay?"
Heather had picked a sandwich and she kissed me on the head before she sat down. "Is Jean-Luc coming?"
"Maybe," Evan said. "He's still at work."
"So what else did you two talk about?" Heather asked.
"That's pretty much it," I said. "That and his work."
We ate our sandwiches for a minute.
I turned to Evan. "Ah...I have a question."
"Yeah?"
"Are there any lesbians in the club?"
He laughed.
"Why do you ask?"
"It just occurred to me."
"Yeah," he said. "I think a lot of the women are more bi, but there are a few straight-up lesbians, sure."
I didn't want to ask who, it was none of my business. I was sure there were gay guys.
"Do you ever watch gay guys?"
He got serious.
"No. But I've seen a lot of threesomes where the guys do some making out. Doesn't bother me."
I blinked. I hadn't really thought about threesomes. Except maybe with the twins.
"Ever been in a threesome?" I asked.
"What do you think I do with J.L.?"
"Holy SHIT!" I got up so fast I knocked my sandwich off the table. One of the dogs got it.
Jean-Luc walked in.
"Speak of the devil," Evan said. "Hi babe."
Jean-Luc gave him the finger.
Jean-Luc came over to me and gave me a great kiss. He slapped Evan on the back, hard. "Hey shining star," he said to me. "Hey, Heath." He gave Heather a kiss on the cheek.
"You hungry?" she asked him.
"Starving," Jean-Luc said looking right at me. Then he looked down at the table. "Sandwiches?" He looked up at Evan. "I'm guessing this is your doing."
"High cuisine for the best," Evan said.
Jean-Luc went into the kitchen and came out with three sandwiches on his plate.
"How was work?" Heather asked.
"I swear I'm going to get that fucker of an insurance company to pay for that little girl's operation if it's the last thing I do," Jean-Luc said. "I'm making headway. How was your test?"
Heather shrugged. "I'm just glad it's over."
"How about you, sweet star?" Jean-Luc asked. "How was work?"
"You know, same old, same old," I said. "Anal sex, threesomes, wild orgies, hooka pipes."
They all cracked up. Jean-Luc peered around me to look at Evan. "They have hooka pipes there? I've been missing out. We've got to try some of that next time."
"I wouldn't know if they have pipes in there," I said. "I've never been inside. So I have to bring my own."
"Nice," Jean-Luc said.
"Evan said you have threesomes with him," I said.
"Ahhhhh....ahhhh," Jean-Luc said. "Sorta. More like we have twosomes on onesomes."
What? How would that even work?
"I want to try," I said.
They all looked at me.
"You're not ready," Evan and Jean-Luc said at once.
"How do I get ready?" I asked.
"More sex," Jean-Luc said. "More vanilla sex," Evan said at the same time.
I looked at Evan. "What's vanilla sex?"
"Jesus Christ," Jean-Luc mumbled under his breath.
"What?" I asked.
Evan leaned into me. "It's normal average sex," he said.
"Without the freaky," Jean-Luc added.
"Did we have that?" I asked Jean-Luc.
They all cracked up.
"Cause it didn't seem average to me."
"Aw, baby, you say the sweetest things," Jean-Luc said.
"How much more vanilla sex do I need to have?" I asked Evan.
"Jesus Christ," Jean-Luc mumbled again and stuffed his face with sandwich.
Evan leaned over me and looked at Jean-Luc. "Yo, J.L. how much stuff have you left undone?"
"Lots."
He looked back to me. "There's your answer."
I looked at Jean-Luc. "Can we do that all tonight?"
Jean-Luc made a comical face, like he was really put out. He swallowed audibly. "Well, I guess, if you insist."
How could he get any bigger inside me? But he did. I was sure of it. In perfect shade the heat increased, the leaves bending in toward us, drawn by his pull.
"Primal."
Everything became more vivid. The forest was on fire.
He fisted one hand in my hair gently pulled my head back.
"Beautiful," he said, pressing every spot, inside and out, mentally and physically just right. I exploded.
I convulsed around him. He kissed the back of my ear.
"Incredible."
Bevvie turned around and walked from the beach to the beginning of the path. Oh God.
She put her hand up to her forehead, turned her head slightly left and right, searching.
Oh shit. Oh my God. Oh God.
"That's the thing about sex," Jean-Luc whispered very, very quietly in my ear. "There's always the element of the unknown."
Bevvie took a step closer to us.
Oh God.
Jean-Luc grabbed my hips, his big hands pressing firmly into the soft flesh, but still feeling to me as if they were in many other places too. He pumped in and out with a vengeance, all thrusting hip action, and savage plundering.
I grabbed on even harder to the railing, as he pulled me to him with each hard, fast, thrust.
"Marce?" Bevvie called.
Harder. Faster.
"Aren't you going to answer her?" Jean-Luc whispered tauntingly in my ear.
I shook my head.
The fear, the excitement, the sounds, the sensations. I pushed even higher on tip-toe, wound up like a spring in a toy that had been turned too far and was about to break.
The pent-up connection rose higher and higher.
"Marcy, you're marvelous," Jean-Luc said. And then detonated.
I struggled to catch my breath while watching Bevvie turn around and go back to the beach.
"Phew," I whispered.
"Phew is right," Jean-Luc said back. "But that doesn't even begin to cover it."
I took a few seconds re-learning how to stand on my own without help.
Jean-Luc tied the back of my bikini top, and put the bottom back in place and tied the side. I climbed down from our hideaway, and he climbed down right after me.
He took my hand and we walked the path toward the beach. When we were almost there I stopped, pulling back.
"What?" he asked.
"We smell like sex," I whispered, my voice came out loud, like a stage whisper shout.
He smiled at me so big, two dimples big enough to put dimes in showed in his cheeks. He leaned over to put his mouth near my ear.
"You better believe it," he said.
We rejoined everybody.
"I was going to send out a search party," Bevvie said.
"Not necessary," Jean-Luc said. "I'm returning her unharmed."
We all toasted marshmallows as the sun set. Bevvie was considering a career in law, and she had a lot of questions for Jean-Luc, which he answered patiently and generously.
"You don't have a brother, do you?" she asked.
"No," he said. "But I have a cousin. And he'd be really lucky if he got to meet you." Bevvie looked surprised. I knew she was self-conscious about her weight. I had to give Jean-Luc props that he didn't care.
"My cousin Brett just left for Africa yesterday, but when he gets back, I'll introduce you. If he's got any brains at all he'll recognize a good thing."
Ah, maybe that was whom he had to drive to the airport.
When it got dark I said to Jean-Luc, "I need to get going now."
He nodded. We stood up and said our good-byes.
We got in the car and I started laughing uncontrollably.
"What?" he asked.
"I can't believe we did that!"
He didn't even pretend to not know what I meant.
"It's all part of my plan to corrupt you," he said.
"What's next? Anal sex?"
"What? No!" He started the car and pulled out of the parking lot. "Hell no. You've been a non-virgin for less than a week. I think we can safely say we have a hell of a lot to go through first."
"Do I get to see the proposed playbook?"
"Nope. You just get to experience each..." he paused at a stop light and looked and me. He drew a finger down my thigh. "Amazing, go-for-end-zone play as it comes."
I smiled.
As we approached my house I got nervous. What if my parents had come home early? But the house was dark.
Jean-Luc parked in front of my house and gave me a beautiful, loving kiss.
"I can't invite you in," I said.
He gave a small nod.
"Thanks for an amazing day, sweet star."
I smiled at him, and leaned in to kiss him again. When he broke it off he caressed my cheek. "You've got really nice friends," he said.
"Ha! Wait until you get the full inquisition from Bev."
"I can handle it. I'd walk through fire for you anyway, to be close to your sweet hotness, you know that. A little protective interrogation from a friend is nothing. I'm glad you invited me."
"If I smile any more, my face might break," I said.
He kissed me again.
"Can't have that." He caressed my cheeks. "I've grown really fond of your face."
He kissed me again.
"See you soon?" he asked.
I nodded.
I hopped out of the car before I begged him to take me to his house.
He waved and drove off. I didn't waste any time doing the football boogie boogie dance, but ran inside. I definitely wanted to shower before my parents got home. I didn't want to be smell like burnt marshmallows and sex. Maybe I would get lucky, and they wouldn't get home until after I was asleep; I really didn't want to update them on what had happened to me since they'd been gone.
*
Monday morning I was back at Melody's, and everything seemed different.
I was a hedon. I was a wanton slut. I had sex outside! Now, I really was the perfect receptionist for a sex club, right? Although, to really be the perfect receptionist, wouldn't I have to, at some point, experience what went on inside?
While I felt totally different, the slow Monday start with just a few people coming in was the same. I got absorbed in my reading. A bright orange and yellow hardcover slid into my field of vision on my desk.
The new Laurell K. Hamilton book.
I looked up.
Evan.
"Hi, beautiful," he said.
I smiled at him.
"Thought you'd like this," he said tapping the book. "I've never read her, but I asked my favorite bookseller for a recommendation on what you might like, and she recommended this."
"I'm a big Hamilton fan," I said.
He smiled.
"And I've been looking forward to reading this one, I haven't yet."
He smiled bigger.
"Should I get you a book?" I asked.
He shook his head.
A bunch of young, beautiful, twenty-something women came in. Swipe, swipe, swipe.
One redhead looked over her shoulder as she was walking in. "See you in there, Evan," she cooed.
Bile rose in my throat.
"It's unprofessional to want to rip her hair out, right?" I asked. "It's very wrong to be jealous just because she knows your name, right?"
"I like it," Evan said. He gave me his card and I swiped it and handed it back. He leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "I'll see you on the way out, baby."
Sigh.
A few more people came in. After I swiped everyone in there was a moment's lull. I put down the book I was reading and started on the Laurell K. Hamilton.
He asked his bookseller about me? What did he say?
When he came out his shirt was unbuttoned an extra button lower at the collar.
"Marcy," he said. His voice was slow and velvety. "How about dinner tonight."
The way he said dinner sounded like 'hot monkey gorilla sex'.
"Ah, dinner?"
"Yeah, dinner."
"You know I'm sort of, ah, um..."
"I know about J.L.," he said.
"Good. Okay. Good."
He leaned over my desk. "Doesn't mean I don't want you for...dinner."
"Okay, okay," I said. "Dinner. What should I bring?"
"Just your sweet self," he said. "And a toothbrush," he said, but he winked. "Seven?"
"Okay, seven," I said.
He leaned over, gave me a quick peck on the cheek, and left.
I went back to reading. It felt nice to feel so cared for. Maybe I imagined the whole sexy emphasis on the word dinner.
Nope.
I tried to concentrate on my reading. Not happening.
I arrived at Heather and Evan's at seven. I brought a small jade plant.
Evan answered the door. "Hello sweetness," he said.
The house was amazingly silent.
I stepped in. I handed Evan the plant.
"Thanks," he said.
"Where is everybody?" I asked.
"Heather has a big exam at school. She wasn't exactly sure what time she'd finish. Cuff and Link are at the groomers, and considering it's right next to the college, Heather's going to pick them up on the way home. J.L. said he had a breakthrough in an important case he's working on, and will be working late on briefs and stuff. He'll try and stop by after dinner if he can."
Evan looked at me, an evil smirk curling up the corner of his mouth.
"So it's just you and me for a minute, baby."
I should feel nervous, but I didn't. I took a toothbrush out of my back pocket and held it up.
He laughed.
"This is the first time we're alone together for a long conversation since Zen Sushi," I said.
Evan gave me a very soft kiss on my lips, just the barest of brushes.
"Come on mochi, you can help me make dinner."
I went into the kitchen with him. He had all the fixings out for sandwiches.
"This is the type of dinner preparation I can do," I said.
"Me too, sweetness," he said.
We were making a ton of sandwiches. I guess he expected everybody to be hungry. We worked in companionable silence and I marveled at how good, and how comfortable it felt to be with him.
"You know, I never asked you what you do for a living," I said.
"You didn't?" he asked.
"No," I said. "I still don't know."
"I work with autistic k**s," he said. "Ones who are really low down on the spectrum. I teach life skills, behavioral modification, basic reading, plan outings, work on quality of like things, set up physical education routines, that kind of stuff."
"Sounds rewarding," I said.
"Don't k** yourself. It can be a big pain in the ass. Yesterday a nine-year-old went ballistic on me. It's rewarding, but it's exhausting. I always wish I could do more. I'm always thinking of ways to try to do the same things, but better. I deal with parents, siblings, schools. I love it, but it's draining in a way nothing else is. So I don't talk about it too much. I just try to make sure I have a rich life in all the other areas of my life so I have more and more to give."
Then he made comical lewd eyebrow movements and leered at me.
"Why is it that I feel so comfortable with you?" I asked.
"I don't know. Chemistry? Kismet?"
"I mean, why do I trust you so much?"
He shrugged. "Sometimes you meet someone and you feel like you've known them for a hundred years. I've only had that feeling twice: with Heather and with you."
"Wow."
He smiled at me, that beautiful, radiant smile. "Yeah."
"I've seen you around and always wanted to talk to you," I said. Then I covered my mouth. Oops. I probably shouldn't have said that.
Evan rubbed his shoulder against mine. "I felt the same way about you, sweetness. Except you were always driving your car when I was walking, and I was always driving when you were walking around."
"Then I saw you at Melody's," I said. "And I was like, oh shit!"
"That's not what I thought," Evan said. "I thought, yum."
I laughed.
"It's weird that I trust you so much."
He put down the sandwich he was making. "Marcy, you should trust your instincts. I meant it when I said I would help you learn anything you want. And I would never hurt you. Never. I won't steer you wrong. I won't push you."
"I have a lot of questions about you, about what goes on at Melody's," I said. "It's not like there's a lot of people I can ask."
He licked one of his fingers, unselfconsciously, and my gaze followed the motion. He saw me watching and smiled.
"You can ask me, babe. You can always ask."
"Yeah, but before I ask anything, I have to say, I don't get the anal sex thing. I mean, I don't even get it with gay guys, but I really don't get it with straight guys. Why would you want to do that?"
Evan looked up, thinking.
"It's like..." he paused. "First of all, it's like total domination. It's like a final frontier. If someone will let you do that to them, they are letting you posses them totally and then some. Like..." he slammed his palms together. "Wham!"
I shook my head. I didn't get it.
"It's like football," he said.
Good, a football analogy. Something I would be able to understand.
"You're chasing after somebody. You can bring them down by just tripping them up. But it's not as good as tackling them, pouncing on them, crushing them. That's something else, when you get them to surrender completely."
I stopped making sandwiches to look at him.
"But even that isn't enough. You want to consume. Annihilate. Conquer. Imagine smashing them into dust and drinking their blood."
"Like rugby players," I said.
He laughed.
"Yeah, or ice hockey players. That's what anal sex is like. It's like owning a person body and soul so much that you're eating them."
I blinked.
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"Holy shit," I said.
He shrugged. "Yeah, and it's even more than that. Ass muscles can squeeze tighter, so it's more intense. And, you know, I just crave it. Like when you're starving you might crave meat, or vegetables. When you're starving, and then, you're satisfied. It just feels right to me."
"Wow," I said.
"Yeah," he said.
"Weird," I said. Then I covered my mouth. "Was it okay that I said that?"
"Yeah, it's fine. We're friends, you can say anything. And when I say it out loud, it does sound kind of weird. But doing it is the most natural thing in the world."
"Do lots of straight couples, ah, do it?"
"More than you'd think," he said.
Yuck. I hope my parents didn't do that. I shivered. Gross.
"What?" he asked.
"Nothing."
I thought about what he said. Without realizing it I was drumming my fingers against the counter.
"What?" Evan asked.
A nervous giggle escaped me.
"What, sweetness?"
"It's just, you're this, you know, cute, sensitive, average guy. This beyond trustworthy, totally comfortable guy. And yet part of you is..."
He smiled at me, a really raunchy, rowdy smile.
I cleared my throat. "I think we have enough sandwiches here to feed any army, Evan," I said, obviously changing the topic.
He leaned down toward me. "I can think of a lot of really perverted ways to complete that sentence," Evan said.
"A ton of sandwiches," I said.
He straightened up. "Yeah well, if J.L. doesn't come I'll have some extra for tomorrow."
"I'm still thinking about what you said," I said.
"That if J.L. doesn't come, we'll have some extra for tomorrow," he repeated.
"Funny."
"Come on," he said. "I don't know how much longer Heather will be, so let's go ahead and eat."
Just then Heather walked in with the two dogs. One dog was wearing a blue ribbon around its neck, the other a pink ribbon. The dogs ran to us.
"Sit!" Evan said. They sat. He vigorously rubbed behind their ears and the sound of their tails thumping against the floor sounded like a metal head going nuts on the bass drums.
"Hey, baby," Evan said to Heather. "How'd the test go?"
She came over and gave him a big hug.
"I don't know. Okay I guess. Super long. Hey Marcy, what's up?"
"I've been telling her about the joys of anal sex," Evan said.
Heather snorted.
"More like the compulsion of anal sex, it sounded like," I said.
"Hey," Evan said. "I went without for three years. When Heather started school, grad school I mean, I took a break from Melody's."
Huh.
Heather went into the kitchen. "Sandwiches? You made sandwiches for dinner?"
"Yup."
"Lazy ass."
"You said dinner, you didn't say what."
"Dinner," I said, and I made it sound like hot football tackle crazy eat-your-dead rugby anal sex.
Evan laughed. He leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "Want to try it?" he whispered.
"I'm determined to try everything," I said. "If I'm going to work at Melody's, I think I should have first hand experience of all the wacky things people do."
"Yeah, I like it," Evan said. "Maybe not all at once though, okay?"
Heather had picked a sandwich and she kissed me on the head before she sat down. "Is Jean-Luc coming?"
"Maybe," Evan said. "He's still at work."
"So what else did you two talk about?" Heather asked.
"That's pretty much it," I said. "That and his work."
We ate our sandwiches for a minute.
I turned to Evan. "Ah...I have a question."
"Yeah?"
"Are there any lesbians in the club?"
He laughed.
"Why do you ask?"
"It just occurred to me."
"Yeah," he said. "I think a lot of the women are more bi, but there are a few straight-up lesbians, sure."
I didn't want to ask who, it was none of my business. I was sure there were gay guys.
"Do you ever watch gay guys?"
He got serious.
"No. But I've seen a lot of threesomes where the guys do some making out. Doesn't bother me."
I blinked. I hadn't really thought about threesomes. Except maybe with the twins.
"Ever been in a threesome?" I asked.
"What do you think I do with J.L.?"
"Holy SHIT!" I got up so fast I knocked my sandwich off the table. One of the dogs got it.
Jean-Luc walked in.
"Speak of the devil," Evan said. "Hi babe."
Jean-Luc gave him the finger.
Jean-Luc came over to me and gave me a great kiss. He slapped Evan on the back, hard. "Hey shining star," he said to me. "Hey, Heath." He gave Heather a kiss on the cheek.
"You hungry?" she asked him.
"Starving," Jean-Luc said looking right at me. Then he looked down at the table. "Sandwiches?" He looked up at Evan. "I'm guessing this is your doing."
"High cuisine for the best," Evan said.
Jean-Luc went into the kitchen and came out with three sandwiches on his plate.
"How was work?" Heather asked.
"I swear I'm going to get that fucker of an insurance company to pay for that little girl's operation if it's the last thing I do," Jean-Luc said. "I'm making headway. How was your test?"
Heather shrugged. "I'm just glad it's over."
"How about you, sweet star?" Jean-Luc asked. "How was work?"
"You know, same old, same old," I said. "Anal sex, threesomes, wild orgies, hooka pipes."
They all cracked up. Jean-Luc peered around me to look at Evan. "They have hooka pipes there? I've been missing out. We've got to try some of that next time."
"I wouldn't know if they have pipes in there," I said. "I've never been inside. So I have to bring my own."
"Nice," Jean-Luc said.
"Evan said you have threesomes with him," I said.
"Ahhhhh....ahhhh," Jean-Luc said. "Sorta. More like we have twosomes on onesomes."
What? How would that even work?
"I want to try," I said.
They all looked at me.
"You're not ready," Evan and Jean-Luc said at once.
"How do I get ready?" I asked.
"More sex," Jean-Luc said. "More vanilla sex," Evan said at the same time.
I looked at Evan. "What's vanilla sex?"
"Jesus Christ," Jean-Luc mumbled under his breath.
"What?" I asked.
Evan leaned into me. "It's normal average sex," he said.
"Without the freaky," Jean-Luc added.
"Did we have that?" I asked Jean-Luc.
They all cracked up.
"Cause it didn't seem average to me."
"Aw, baby, you say the sweetest things," Jean-Luc said.
"How much more vanilla sex do I need to have?" I asked Evan.
"Jesus Christ," Jean-Luc mumbled again and stuffed his face with sandwich.
Evan leaned over me and looked at Jean-Luc. "Yo, J.L. how much stuff have you left undone?"
"Lots."
He looked back to me. "There's your answer."
I looked at Jean-Luc. "Can we do that all tonight?"
Jean-Luc made a comical face, like he was really put out. He swallowed audibly. "Well, I guess, if you insist."
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