Page 144 of How to Lose at Love

Upward.

Drags down my sternum, collarbone to belly button.

“Can I ask a rude question?”

I narrow my eyes. “How rude is it?”

“Are your tits real?”

Are my tits re…

What kind of question is that?

“Um, what would make you think they’refake?” I cup them in my hands and look down at them as most people do when they’re cupping their own boobs.

“Because they’re so perfect.”

“Now, now—no one is perfect.” My hands fall back to my sides.

The fact is, I’m not so modest I can’t admit that I indeed do have a pretty fantastic rack. If I were boasting, I’d say it’s one of my best assets.

It’s Dallas’s turn to cup one of them. “Sorry, that was rude.”

“I mean, yeah, it was rude, but I’m not offended.”

“I think I’m gonna love being able to play with them whenever I want.” The tip of his finger goes round and round my areola.

“Not whenever you want. Whenever I want.” My body, my choice.

Ha!

My chin tips up. I have something he wants, and I’m going to make him work for it.

“Say please when you ask to fondle my boobs.Use your manners, sir.”

He laughs, nonplussed. “Ryann, may Ipleaseplay with your tits?”

I nod my consent. “You may touch my tits.”

You may go down on me.

You may put your penis in my vagina.

You may, you may, you may.

Green light.

Pass go.

Make me come…

thirty-eight

dallas

“I’m not gay, but my boyfriend is.”

– Kyle

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