Page 36 of Playing for Keeps

“No, I want tonight to be a date. I’ll cook for you. We’ll watch a movie and fool around. Then, we’ll get naked and go to town on each other until we can’t move. I might even call in sick tomorrow to rest from fucking so much.”

“Is this for real?” I ask when she climbs off the bed. “I sense you’re teasing me.”

“I’m dehydrated. I feel like you set fire to my vulva and it quickly burned through my every nerve.”

“I’m sorry I’m so hot.”

Lola looks back at me over her shoulder and smiles. “It’s not your fault. You come from sexy people.”

“Your dad is a stud,” I say and frown at the sound of a motorcycle riding by. “I think he might be ready to bust in here and dump a pail of water on your coochie. If that happens, don’t tell him I said he was a stud.”

“That’s not his motorcycle. It’s too loud. Duke likes to sneak up on people, not wake the dead when he rides down the street.”

When I follow her to the kitchen, Lola hands me a glass of fruity juice. “I need a shower to cool off or I won’t make it to later.”

“I could use a shower, too. But then, I’ll just have to put my sweaty clothes back on.”

“Do you wear boxers or briefs?”

“Boxers. I like to let my balls bounce freely.”

Lola snickers, almost spitting out her juice. “Well, I have a man’s shirt here that you could wear while I toss your sweaty stuff in the washer.”

“What kind of man’s shirt? I can’t wear something unflattering. I’m too vain.”

Lola walks to her small bedroom closet and reaches up to a shelf on top. She locates a Budweiser shirt and tosses it on the bed.

“Is this your dad’s?”

“No, Duke doesn’t wear shirts from gas stations.”

“The man has class,” I mutter and lift the shirt. “Who does this shirt belong to?”

“Cubby.”

“Why is it here?”

“We used to rock each other’s worlds.”

“What?” I ask, dropping the shirt and pouting. “And why?”

“We were only bang buddies thirty or forty times.”

“Why would anyone want that man in their vagina? First, my sister submits to his greasy hands. Now, I learn my beloved future wife has been jizzed inside by his slimy snail. What has gone wrong with the world?”

“So, what, you don’t want me now?”

“Oh, I do,” I announce, setting down my drink and taking her hand. “But first, I might need to fumigate your lady bits to ensure you don’t have fleas or ticks.”

“Dumbass. I ought to putyouin the delousing shower.”

“I don’t know what that means,” I say and remove my shirt. “But it sounds sexy.”

Lola snorts. “When was your last pussy?”

“Two weeks before I met you, and I’ve washed a lot since then. Heavy soap usage,” I explain while she eyes my shirtless chest like she might ravage me soon. “I could whip it out for your inspection. Do you have one of those blacklight things to check?”

Laughing, Lola pats my chest. “Do you still want me even though I’ve known Cubby’s dong?”

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