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I didn’t want to hurt her, but I would. All I could do was mitigate the
damage.
She came down unshowered but fresh-breathed for coffee the next
morning, same as always, with fuzzy socks and hair down over her
shoulders.
“Good morning,” I said, pouring her coffee.
“Same to you.” She sat on a stool by the island. “Just cream.”
“How’s your bottom?” I got the cream from the refrigerator.
“I’m sitting, aren’t I?” She took the cup I handed her. “You have to
work harder than that, satellite.”
When she blew on the coffee, she looked at me suggestively.
“Interesting,” I said.
“What’s interesting?”
“You. Us. We never talked about the people in our past, so I had no idea
what you were into.”
She laughed. “Dude. I’m not into anything. Just… I figure going with it
when you’re in bed with someone is more fun than being weirded out.”
I sat next to her. “But you’ve been spanked before?”
“Yes.” She shrugged, breathed in a little coffee and put down the cup.
“You want to know more, don’t you?”
“Show me yours and I’ll show you mine.”
“Not much to show, but I’ll play.” She pressed her hands between her
knees as if to warm them. “I was with James for four years. He was my
first. Sixteen to twenty-ish. Give or take. Pulled my V-card after three
months and in all that time I had one orgasm.”
“One?” I confirmed.
“With him. One. I had plenty when he wasn’t around.”
“With other guys?”
“With mother fist and her five daughters.” She held up her right hand.
“He went off to New York to make it as a writer and I went… well, I dated
a lot for a few years. None of it went far. One woman named Becca. She
lasted three whole months, but she wanted to play house and I got so bored
with it.”