Page 31 of Missing Linc
She was sexy and interested in me, and maybe that’s why I felt smitten, but Cam? He makes me feel… comfortable.
I don’t have to watch what I say with him. Or what I do.
Obviously it’s not the same. We’re not in a relationship like I was with Makayla, but still. It feels refreshing.
“Okay, I’m usually not a breakfast person, but make me that every morning,and I may just marry you, Mr. Young,” he says, wiping his hands on a towel.
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” I tell him with a laugh.
“Who says I can’t?” he smirks and takes my plate, taking it to the sink and rinsing it off.
I would have told him that I can do that. That he’s a guest in my house, so he shouldn’t worry about the dishes or anything, but I can’t stop repeating his words in my head.
Who says I can’t?
Am I crazy for even liking the sound of that? He’s just joking, obviously. He doesn’t mean that, but fuck me, I’m not scared at the idea. To the idea of being married to a guy.
He returns to the table, but before he can sit down, I grab him by the hand and pull him into my lap.
“Hey,” I say.
“Hey,” he replies.
I kiss him. I need the taste of him on my lips again. What is going on with me? Up until last night, I couldn’t grasp the idea of being interested in a guy, and now I can’t stop touching one.
“So… how was your first time with a trans guy? What’s the verdict?” he asks with a smirk as he clears the rest of the table.
“I think you know the answer to that,” I say and get up as well.
I corner him in front of the sink, his back to my front, and nibble on his ear.
“Oh, you mean our multiple orgasms? Yeah, that kinda clued me in.” He chuckles but relaxes against my body. “Are you sure you haven’t been with a guy before? Because you certainly know the buttons to push.”
I lift off his earlobe, and he turns to face me while I chew on my lip.
“Anything you’d like to share with the class, Mr. Young?” he teases.
I haven’t really admitted that to anyone, not even Isaac. Especially Isaac. I knew he had a crush on me during college, so I didn’t want to say anything and make him… I don’t know, angry that I didn’t try it with him or something. Which is stupid to even think, but… yeah.
“Well, I did kinda sleep with a guy back in college,” I say.
“Mr. Young, you slut!” He gasps.
“He wasn’t trans, though.”
“That’s fine. I liked being your first.” He smiles and I kiss his nose.
“And we didn’t really go… all the way.”
“Okay. So what happened? Are you bi? I thought you said you’re straight? Or was it just a drunken night?”
I shrug.
“Oh, I was drunk, for sure. But, I’ve been wanting to try. I was… curious. But it didn’t really do it for me. I don’t know.”
“So you didn’t get off?”
“Oh, I did. Of course,” I reply, and Cam rolls his eyes. “But I had to picture a girl I liked at the time. So… you know, after that I thought there’s no way I’m bisexual or anything. Even if I’ve found some men attractive in the past, no one’s ever made me feel so… in want.”
