Page 31 of Sire
Laughter explodes before I can stop it. “That’swhat you want to know about me?”
She flits her hand at my Glock. “You’re a man of Godanda gangster. A good gangster, and so is your brother. Mystery solved. I want to know about sex.Yoursex.”
“Where did you learn how to handle guns?”
She puts my plate in the sink. “Answer my question first, and I’ll tell you. Oh, and tell me both. Your first with a womananda man.”
God, you’re laughing, aren’t you? It’s amusing she wants to know this. That she has the lady balls to ask. That I’m getting even harder telling her.
“I was sixteen, and it was at the same time.” She blinks, confused. “I mean, it was the three of us together. They were a couple. He was my best friend, and she was his girlfriend.”
She needs to stop chewing her lip like that.
Covertly, I adjust myself.
“She came on to me,” I continue, “and he didn’t get mad. They’d talked about it. They were seniors and eighteen and had more experience than me. We were at her house, her parents weren’t there, and she started making out with me. It got me hard and he started giving me a hand job, so I started kissing him, too, and?—”
“Did you know you were bi before that?”
“Tough to say. If you knew my life before, I didn’t have time to think about sex. I was too busy surviving.”
The way she nods, understanding. These surging feelings for her swell my heart even bigger.
“So, I had my first with her, and an hour later, my first with him. Honestly, I was so excited just to have the chanceto fuck, I didn’t question why I wanted both of them; I just did.”
“Were you top or bottom?”
I chuckle. “How do you know about that?”
“How can I not? That’s the difference between our generations. I’m not uptight about sex. All sex. It’s everywhere online. I’m used to it.”
“I’m not uptight, either. Never was.” I point between us. “But there’s a big difference between watching a screen and sharing something real.”
“Okay, so do you top or bottom when it’s real? I mean… with a man?”
“Funny, how people always want to know that, and… that’s sounding like a second question when it’s your turn to answer mine.”
She starts washing the dishes. “The home I was placed in before Nannie; they were preppers. They believed only God, guns, and canned goods could protect them from Armageddon or the Russians.”
I snort. I can’t help it.If she only knew.
“So, we homeschooled, hunted, and went to church. Every day.”
“How long were you there?” I want to help her wash up, but Dick won’t deflate. He sees her hard nipples under my shirt.
“Five years.”
“Huh.” I pull back. “All that time, and they didn’t want to adopt you?”
She shakes her head. Now, I’m the naive one. “If you’re lucky, you get a family like that. For the rest of us, it’s about the state’s check and the free childcare we provide. I was the babysitter of four in that house until…”
She cuts herself off, putting the iron skillet back in the cabinet.
“Until what? Why did you leave?”
“My turn.” She turns around. “Have you ever been in love?”
You mean other than now?
