“Exactly. So it wasn’t that strict.”
“Okay. Fine. I get it. Now. But at the time I thought it was pretty strict.”
“I understand. Anyway… you and Brooke?”
“Yeah. So, you have to understand that I still don’t think of what girls do as sex. Not sex-sex, like you and I are gonna do.”
“It is,” I chuckled, “but I know how you are. Penis in vagina—”
“Exactly.”
“—that’s sex. Everything else is fooling around.”
“Right. So you understand. And before you start, I know you’re different.
You probably think my fantasies are ‘mental sex’ or something silly like that.”
“How about ‘anything that involves an orgasm’ is sex?”
“Yeah, okay, whatever. So… Brooke probably wants to have sex. Um…
actually… I know she does. She told me. I know she isn’t my girlfriend-girlfriend—not like Wren—but I was kinda hoping the same rules might apply.” She cringed and looked at me through one cracked eyelid, like she expected me to explode.
I laughed instead. “So you’re asking permission to have sex with Brooke?”
“No! But… yes. You said I don’t need to ask permission, but that was for Wren. Do I need to for Brooke?”
“What do you think?”
“I don’t think I should, but I don’t really know how this works.”
I changed the subject slightly. “You said you had boyfriends in high school, but that didn’t stop you from having sex with her.”
“Right. That wasn’t cheating, ’cause it was another girl.”
“Cheating is emotional more than physical,” I said.
Her forehead wrinkled.
“That’s a longer conversation than I want to have right now. Although,” I mused, “some of our best discussions happen when you wake me in the middle of the night.” I thought about it and decided against it. I had an exam at eight o’clock the next morning. “Okay, so you want to have sex with Brooke. You don’t think it’s cheating, but you still thought you should ask.”
She nodded.
“I don’t have a problem with it. But…” I paused to let her think about it.
“What about me?”
“What d’you mean? What about you?”
“Well, you get to have sex with your girlfriend. Do I?”
“Get to have sex with Brooke?”
“No,” I laughed. “With one of my old girlfriends.”
Her eyes flew wide at that. “Oh my gosh! I hadn’t thought of that.”
“Mmm hmm. What’s good for the goose…”
“…is good for the gander,” she finished.
“Right. So, you’re going to San Diego for a few days to visit an old girlfriend. What about me? I’m going to Atlanta for a few days…”
“Hold on,” she said, suddenly suspicious, “are we bargaining for sex here? You said you didn’t like that.”
“Ha! All right, you got me. We are bargaining for sex. Sort of. But I’m not going to say you can’t have sex with Brooke if I can’t have sex with, say, Leah.”
“Oh.” She thought about it. Then she frowned.
“What?”
“Do you want to?”
“Of course. You know I do.”
“Yeah, but…” She paused and tried to decide how to put her thoughts into words. “I guess I don’t like the idea of you doing it with someone else.
Before we do, I mean.” She thought about it some more. “But if I want to have sex with Brooke, shouldn’t you have the same rights? Isn’t that what you were talking about last week? With Alexa?”
“Yeah, more or less.”
“And if I don’t think it’s cheating with Brooke,” she continued, “then I can’t really say it’s cheating for you and Leah.”
“Exactly. So… you and Brooke? Me and Leah?”
She had a sudden thought and frowned.
“What?”
“This’d be a whole lot easier if I’d gotten it through my stupid head a month ago that I was ready to go all the way with you.”
I chuckled and kissed her forehead. “I don’t have to do anything with Leah.”
“I wasn’t saying that. Besides, I… um… thought of someone else.”
My eyebrows rose with a question.
“What if you do it—go all the way—with a certain… um… family member?”
I burst out laughing.
“I’m serious! I wouldn’t mind if you did it with Erin.” Her eyes flashed with excitement. “Then you can tell me about it!”
“Oh, boy. Little Bit, I never in a million years thought you’d be as kinky as you are.”
“I know, right? I’ve had to hide it from pretty much everyone.”
“And now I’m kicking myself for not realizing it sooner.”
“You should be. Think of all the things we could’ve been doing!”
“I know! Bondage. Sex in public. Wild orgies.”
She rolled her eyes. “I used to think you were kidding when you talked about your ‘nefarious plan.’ But you make it so easy. To be naughty, I mean.
One minute I’m pure and innocent, the next I’m part of an orgy with a half-dozen people. You said that to me once. D’you remember?”
“No, but it sounds like me,” I chuckled.
“How was I s’posed to know you were telling the truth?”
“I’ve always told you the truth.”
“Even when I didn’t realize it,” she agreed. Then she kissed my chest and sighed with affection. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“So it’s settled? I can… um… have sex with Brooke—”
I nodded at her deliberate wording.
“—and you can have sex with Leah?”
“Or a certain family member?” I added with a grin.
“Oh my gosh, yes! You’ll have to tell me if you do. And now I’m all worked up thinking about it.” She raised her head and looked at me. “See? I told you I’m more affectionate when I’m on my period. And by ‘more affectionate,’ I mean horny. There, I said it!”
I chuckled and started to say something, but she cut me off.
“Sorry, can’t talk now.” She pushed the covers down. “Need to suck.”
BEST LAID PLANS
AUTHOR’S NOTE
The events in Best Laid Plans take place at this point in the story. I mention them in the next chapter, but only in passing.
You should definitely read the book if you want to know the details of what happens when Paul goes home for spring break.
Or you can keep going here. You can always read it later if you want to know more.
Best Laid Plans
Chapter 21
Christy finished her last exam on Tuesday, and I drove her to the airport for her flight to San Diego. I finished my own exams the next day and headed to Atlanta. I was a bit surprised when I arrived and discovered that my mom was the only one home. I’d been expecting to see my whole family, but my dad had accepted a reverse seniority trip (sort of like overtime) and Erin had gone to Florida for spring break after all.
So Mom and I spent a quiet evening in front of the television. The next morning we worked on the flower beds in the front yard. After lunch we moved to the back yard, where we took advantage of the privacy fence to work on our tans and do some nude gardening. I didn’t think twice about teasing and flirting, since we had rules about how far it could go.
But Mom had changed the rules without telling me, although I figured it out pretty quickly when she seduced me. We had sex again after she explained, and my quiet little vacation turned into a taboo fuck-fest. A crazy part of me even thought about writing an anonymous letter to Penthouse, with the names and details changed to protect the not-so-innocent, like yours truly. I talked myself out of it pretty quickly, but my imagination was still in overdrive when I left for the airport on Saturday morning.