Page 12 of Just Curious

Jackson also wondered about Deborah Abrams or Deb Abbey—whatever her name was. He knew the subject preyed on Willa’s mind, so he didn’t want to bring it up to her without having anything to offer to the conversation other than his opinions. He planned to delve into the topic a lot more and see if he could offer some concrete help.

Another nice thing Jackson discovered about Willa was that she had a lovely, generous nature. He came home from an appointment late one afternoon and found her conversing with several eager teenagers via Face-to-Face.

She turned to greet him and smiled happily. “Oh good, you’re back. Come and meet my kids,” she laughed.

When he sat down next to her, he saw a screen filled with smiling faces and a few raised eyebrows.

“Everyone, this is my boyfriend Jackson,” she announced. This elicited a chorus of oohs and a few whistles and catcalls. Apparently, the kids approved. “Jackson, these talented young people are a group of aspiring writers. We get together and critique each other—kindly—and discuss various writing techniques.”

After a few more words with them, Willa told them all, “Terrific work today, everyone; I’m really proud of you. Have a great week and remember to ‘show not tell’ in your next assignment.” She disconnected and turned to Jackson to explain, “They’re a group of bright fifteen to eighteen-year-olds nominated by their schools to participate in this mentoring program. I’ve been doing it now for about two years.”

“Side job?” he asked.

“Pfft. No. It’s volunteer work for me, but I enjoy it so much, I’d pay them to let me work with these kids.”

When it was time to set the computers aside, they dove into bed together, eager to revisit the sheer bliss they found in each other’s bodies. Their adventures were so enjoyable that they found their work days ending earlier and earlier.

One afternoon, after they’d spent hours in bed together, they made a pact that they had to wait until after dinner to partake in any more sexy romps. It had become far too tempting to blow off work and play in bed. As a result, bedtime began to creep earlier into the evenings. They both positively craved each other, and the sex was incredible.

One night, as they lay curled around each other in a sweaty, post-coital embrace, Jackson asked, “Are there any fantasies you have? Anything from your books you’d like to try?”

Willa chuckled. “Theoretically yes, but in a practical sense, probably not. Most fantasies are best left in your head and not attempted, I’m afraid.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because the possibility for hurting someone’s feelings or doing something that sounds better on paper than in real life is a real concern.”

“Do you think you’d hurt my feelings if you said you wanted a man with a bigger dick or something?” Jackson asked with a laugh as he squeezed her.

Scoffing at him, she answered, “No. You have that one covered just fine. I was thinking more in terms of what if I told you my fantasy was to have sex with another manandyou? You know, like in the book of mine that you read.”

“I’d say that one has some seriously great possibilities.”Yes! Now we’re getting somewhere,he thought to himself.

Willa sat up and stared at him for a few seconds. “I don’t mean two men ‘servicing my needs,’ Jackson. I mean two men in a ménage with me, all three as equal partners. That idea turns me on like…” She closed her eyes for a second. “You havenoidea.”

Jackson seemed to ponder that, and Willa decided he was probably going to drop it when he finally answered quietly, “I might be able to arrange that for you—if you’re serious.”

Willa’s eyes popped. She blinked up at Jackson, sure that he was misunderstanding her. “I seriously would not want two straight guys trading me back and forth, you get that, right? And I also don’t want to get into the middle of some macho demonstration for my supposed benefit. I would only be into it if you were… really into it.”

Jackson smiled enigmatically and reached for her, pulling her back into his embrace. He kissed her and took a deep breath. “Okay, well… I have to tell you something. Something maybe I ought to have mentioned before.”

“What is it?” Willa could feel the tension in Jackson’s body and it worried her. “Is this going to piss me off?”

“Not in light of what you just admitted to me, no. Or at least it shouldn’t.” Again, Jackson took in a deep breath and seemed to be settling his nerves. “I wouldn’t actually go so far as to say I’m bisexual, but I’m not completely straight either. Maybe just a little… bent. I’ve had some experience with… um… another guy.”

“Oh!” Willa blinked in surprise. A slow smile spread across her face.

“You’re not horrified?” Jackson asked, still tense against her.

“Not at all. On the contrary, I think it’s pretty hot that you’re so open to exploration and willing to admit it. Tell me about it—will you, please?” She felt the stiffness exit his body, and he went back to feeling like the big, warm, protective man she was falling for. Then a thought crashed into her brain, and she blurted out, “Would this possibly have anything to do with your friend Casey by any chance? I remember you saying you were very close.”

“It does. Very perceptive of you. We both love women, but back when we were around thirteen or so, we started messing around a little. Experimenting, I guess you would call it. It was just kid stuff.”

“What do you mean, ‘kid stuff?’” she asked.

“Well, once I… uh… ‘borrowed’ one of my brother’sPlayboymagazines and we jerked off together looking at the pictures. Like I said, we love women. But, after that experience, we’d get together and look at the magazine and talk about what we thought sex might be like. We were both skinny, pimply kids who weren’t likely to experience it first-hand anytime soon, and we had limited knowledge and a lot of curiosity. We’d both get turned on and start jacking off. It got to be kind of a regular thing. I remember eventually thinking it excited me like crazy to see him blow his wad. And I kind of liked showing off for him too.”

Willa swallowed hard and reached both for Jackson’s face. She pulled him towards her, laying a scorching kiss on his lips. As if she couldn’t believe her own actions, she stopped suddenly and gasped, but Jackson took full benefit of her open mouth and plunged his tongue inside as he ground his lips onto hers. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her like he’d invented kissing.

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