Page 60 of The Stars in the Sky
"These one word answers are gonna get you in trouble," I warned him.
He laughed, a barking, unusual laugh for him. "I'm tryin' to avoid ripping off your clothes, vixen. Never told anyone this shit. Anyone. Not one soul knows this shit. Give a guy a break."
"How many times have you had threesomes?"
He sighed and hiccuped. "With the same women? Or different women?"
"I don't want to know the answer to that do I?"
"Nope. Multiple." He took a bite of his sandwich and so did I. Then I gestured to the bottle.
"Take a fucking shot."
"Fine." He poured the shot, took the drink, then continued. "My turn. Kinkiest thing?"
"You have already asked me questions days ago," I giggled. "This is not let's ask Marie. There is no grilling Marie session. I'm an open book. I chatter away—"
"What is the kinkiest thing you have ever done, Marie?" he asked again, louder and slower.
Now it was my turn to blush. "Well, once I gave a guy a blow job while he was driving."
Will looked at me in admiration. "How the fuck did he manage to keep driving?"
"No idea. It was down Highway 101 at seventy miles per hour. It was stupid."
"Yeah, road head’s just dangerous, not kinky. Tell me something kinky."
"I was arrested for walking topless around campus protesting Instagram's ban of showing boobies."
He immediately looked interested. And aroused. "Seriously?"
"Yeah. I do protests. I'm the fuckin' liberal, remember?"
He stared at me.
I couldn't resist teasing him, and said, faux innocently, "I wore nothing but jeans and a smile, big guy. I'm pretty sure my picture is on the internet."
He glared at me. "We're both taking another shot for that one," he muttered. He gave us each a shot. I was getting very, very drunk. I didn’t know how Will was handling it. Since he’d drunk more than me, he had to feel it by now.
"Another time, a guy went down my pants and finger-fucked me while I was sitting next to my parents. We were at a concert and under a blanket so they never knew how many orgasms he gave me while the concert played."
He looked at me. I kept talking.
"I’ve acted out porn while it was playing on the screen."
His gaze burned.
"There was this one night in college. With a woman."
"That's it," he interrupted. "We should stop talking about this."
"Yeah."
We stared at each other.
"Are we allowed to kiss or is this no touching for two weeks?" I asked.
"This was your idea," he said. "But I thought of a way around it."
