Page 29 of Off Season

His arms are around me, his hand is on my boob, and his hard dick is pressed to my ass. I don’t think I’ve ever done this with a man where it didn’t lead to sex.

Naturally, I can’t sleep. I eventually whisper, “Kitten? You awake?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me something real about you. Something I can’t find on Google.”

“Have you been googling me?”

“Maybe.”

I feel him smile into my hair. “I’m an endangered species.”

“Nine-inch dicks are rare but not endangered.”

He chuckles. “I didn’t mean that. I’m a blue-eyed Latino.”

“I didn’t realize that was on the endangered list.”

“It is. I’m the only one in my immediate family. Besides one cousin and an aunt, I don’t know any others, and I knowalotof Latinos and have averybig family.”

“I hope the mailman didn’t have blue eyes.”

He snorts in annoyance. “There’s no joke you can tell that I haven’t already heard. My brothers are relentless about it.”

“I would be too if I were them. It’s cool. I love your eyes. Tell me something real though. Something deep.”

He rubs his thumb over my nipple. Suddenly his alleged nine inches are sounding mighty appealing.

In a low, quiet voice, he admits, “I’ve never been in love.”

“A lot of people haven’t.”

“I’m thirty. It’s weird. I feel like something is wrong with me.”

“Have you ever told a woman you loved her?”

“I just said I’ve never been in love.”

“Doesn’t mean you haven’t said it. Men say it to me five minutes after meeting me. Women say it right after I go down on them.”

He lets out a laugh. “You must give good head.”

“The best.” I flick my tongue a few times on his forearm.

He sighs. “How did you know you liked both men and women?”

“I don’t know. I was always attracted to both. It’s not like I woke up one day and decided to be something mainstream society doesn’t understand. I just am. Honestly, I think all people are bisexual.”

“I’m not. I don’t like men.”

“Your hand is bisexual. It likes pussy and dick.”

“Huh?”

“Where was the last place your hand was before you walked into my room?” I wiggle onto his dick again.

He breathes, “Holy shit. You’re right. My hand is bisexual. It likes dick and pussy.”

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