Page 48 of Casanova LLC

“One more,” I agreed reluctantly, and used both hands to pull her arm, stroking downward.

“Do you like women?”

My hands stopped moving. “Is that a trick question?”

“I don’t mean sexually. Obviously, in that way, you must…well, obviously. I just mean…do you like women? Sorry, I’m not making sense?—”

“No, you are. And, yes, I do.”

“Why?”

Looking at her face, my thoughts drifted to last night. To seeing her sitting across the table. Her pianist fingers on her wineglass, laughing with my uncle, the candlelight in her hair, the flushed rise and fall of her chest. The see-through dress. But also: the heady combination of wit and sincerity, youth and age, softness and strength, innocence and intelligence in those eyes. The way the light shimmered on her inner thigh.

“I think women are the magic of the entire universe manifested.” Oh, come on, dude. Really? I set down her arm, walked back to her feet. “I genuinely enjoy being of service to women. Giving them pleasure, sure. But mostly just…caring.”

I slipped my hands under the sheet, under her ankles and up until I grabbed the back of her knees and gently dragged her down to the end of the table. Her calves dangled off on either side of my hips.

“They’re lucky to have you.”

I was fully connected to her body again.

I would have thought the conversation distracting, but it actually complemented the experience.

How interesting.

“Even if only for a weekend.” There was a smirk in her voice.

“Well. Yes. But?—”

“And only if they can afford you.” The smirk continued.

I smirked back, even though she couldn’t see it, and lifted her right leg, bending her knee. Bracing mine on the table for leverage, I leaned my weight against her shin, pushing her leg toward her chest. Now her eyes opened. I looked directly down into them. “Right.”

This got a soft laugh out of her. I readjusted myself between her legs, putting her feet on my shoulders. Under the sheet, I dug my thumbs into her hips. “A question for you now: What did you imagine sex would be like?”

“What do you mean?”

“When you were young. Did you fantasize about your first time?”

“Oh, God,” she groan-chuckled. “Uhh…let’s see.” After a moment, she took a breath. “I used to spend a lot of time at the pool. I loved being in water. Still do. I was even on the swim team. So…” She laughed. “Wow, I haven’t thought of this, of him, in like—I can’t remember the last time I—okay.” She sounded less like herself now and more like how she must have sounded then. It was adorable. “I used to imagine that this one guy—this preppy-looking, sandy-haired, green-eyed kid on the boys’ team—would find me alone in the locker room. He’d hid himself, but I knew he was there, watching. My fantasy was that I’d change out of my swimsuit in a very sexy way—or what I imagined was sexy at the time, anyway—and then he would—” She giggled and covered her face with her hands.

As I’d said: adorable. I kissed one of her ankles, murmuring, “Hands down. Don’t hide from me.”

She brought her hands to her sides and fisted the sheet, pursing her lips to keep the smile from running off her face.

“What did he do? In this fantasy?”

“He, uh… I guess he finally couldn’t take the sexiness anymore, because he came out from behind the lockers. He started touching me, m-my breasts. Then he slid my bathing suit all the way down and just…stared at me. It felt good. His staring.”

This furthered my understanding. Why the orgy. Why in the bathroom, with the foggy mirror. Should I have gone to her, as her fantasy prep-boy had done?

“He’d say how pretty I was. How he could never stop looking at me. How just the thought of me consumed him. And what a—what a good—” She giggled again. “What a good swimmer I was.”She dissolved in laughter.

“Wow. Hot,” I deadpanned.

She cackled. Her hands went to her face again.

“Hands.” They came back down. I released her legs, letting her calves dangle off the table again. I adjusted the sheet over her, and ran my palms over it, up her thighs, right to the top, just shy of touching her where they met. “And then?”

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