Sha-ZAM!
Now I know why she liked it so much!
Afterwards, I slipped out of her and crawled up next to her, hoping I’d get feeling back in my legs sometime soon. And she was spent. Her breath came out in raspy wheezes, and she was covered in sweat-right after having taken a shower, for goodness’ sake. Finally, she calmed down, looked over at me, and said, "Am I alive?"
"I think so," I giggled.
"My oh my oh my. That was…oy."
"When we were in the shower, I figured out I could probably hold you like that, away from any walls, for a little while-but I needed firmer footing than I could get in a shower. I was afraid I’d slip and we’d go down in a heap. So I figured that we’d try it outside the shower."
"You could’ve warned me."
"And miss the look on your face when I lifted you off the ground with my dick? Perish the thought."
"Oh Jesus," she laughed. "You almost gave me a heart attack. I’m standing there, and the next thing I know a telephone pole is slamming into my pussy and throwing me into the air. I couldn’t believe it."
"And you loved every minute of it," I laughed.
"Yeah," she admitted. "That was something else. Except I really should take another shower. I’m all sweaty. But I suppose it’ll go away."
"At least we got the pee off," I laughed.
She got a strange look on her face. "That was really weird," she said. "I actually tried that as kind of a lark. It didn’t disgust me or anything, so I figured, what the hell. What I wasn’t prepared for was just how much it turned me on. I mean, it was something." She sighed. "And, I have to admit, I really surprised myself by drinking it. I didn’t plan that. It was an impulse."
"How was it?"
"Not as bad as you’d guess," she said with a little smile. "Not something you’d want to drink to quench your thirst or anything-it’s really bitter and salty-but not as bad as you’d think."
"I have to admit, I didn’t think I’d be turned on by it at all," I told her. "I was wrong."
"It’s that whole intimacy thing," she said.
"Yeah. I guess letting your boyfriend use you as his toilet is pretty intimate."
She laughed, and then got serious. "This isn’t a test or a challenge or anything, it’s just curiosity. Would you ever do it?"
Well, that was a question, wasn’t it? "I have to think about that one."
"Fair enough."
"I’m so glad you came over this morning," I told her.
"I know you are," she giggled.
"No, not just that. I was having a freak-out moment when I woke up this morning."
"About?"
"Us."
Her face fell. "Uh-oh. What I did in the locker room yesterday? You did give me permission."
"Yes, I did. Absolutely, I did. I’m not blaming anyone for my stupid insecurities except myself. I didn’t mind it when you did it. I didn’t mind it after you did it. It caught up with me this morning."
"Jared, listen to me. I love you. Not anybody else, you. Remember what your Mom said-good sex is better than no sex? But great sex is better than good sex? What I had with Ed yesterday was good sex. What we just did just now wasn’t just great sex, it was stupendous sex." She took a breath. "I told you I talked to my Mom yesterday. This was one of the things we talked about. She says-and I agree with her-that the problem is that my sexuality woke up, and I fell in love, all at the same time. She said that if I had spent the last two years picking up Maggie’s leftovers, I’d be more ready for you."
"Your Mother said that?"
"Like I said, it was a fantastic talk. She doesn’t hate sex, it’s guilt-and she thinks she passed that guilt on to me and prevented me from discovering my sexuality earlier. And now I’m getting flooded with it. And falling in love at the same time."
"I guess that’s where my insecurities come from. Why are discovering your sexuality and falling in love not the same thing? I guess I know the answer to that, though. Like I said, they’re my damn insecurities. You fucked Ed yesterday because I wasn’t there. But the insecure part of me keeps yelling ‘You’re inadequate! You’re inadequate!’"
"Oh, Jared, NO! Fuck that. Listen, I also told my mother that if this ever came in conflict, I would become monogamous so fast it’d make your head spin. Full stop, no regrets. So, maybe we should stop talking about this and just do it. It’s fine, really."
"No, it’s not," I told her, "because there’s something else there. It’s not just because I can’t always be around. I know you were needy yesterday, but there’s another reason you fucked Ed."
"There’s two other reasons. One was that you gave me permission. It made it better-the sex with Ed, I mean. It was better because I had your permission. I can’t explain that, but it’s there."
"Damn. Now I feel like an ass even bringing this up," I said with dismay.
"No. Don’t. We have to discuss these things. My relationship with you is the important thing here. Anyhow, I said there were two reasons. The second one is this." She pointed to her breast. "I have discovered that, deep inside here, is a slut." I tried to say something, but she cut me off. "No. I’m serious. There’s a complete wanton harlot slut part of my personality that, since I was suppressing my sexuality, I never knew about. That’s why Mom said it would be easier if I had slept with half of Westport High before I met you. Look, it’s not all about other people." She smiled at me. "Getting peed on is pretty slutty, even if your boyfriend does it, and even if your boyfriend is the only person you’d ever think about doing it with-which is the truth, by the way." She sighed again. "But, yeah, there’s a slut in here. Maggie Benson’s kindred spirit is buried in here somewhere. Look, Jared, this is what it comes down to. I think about when I’m forty and sitting on a porch swing watching my four kids run around. I absolutely know, deep in my gut, no matter what happens, that I’m going to be sitting next to you. No doubt in my mind. That’s the important part. But the other part-less important, but it’s still there-is that I don’t want to be sitting on that porch swing saying ‘what if?’ and wondering what I missed."
I couldn’t help but smile. "Four kids?"
She grinned back. "That sound all right with you?"
"Perfect," I admitted. "You know what? When you put it that way, you’re right. Just keep reminding my stupid insecurities about the porch swing and the four kids, and I’ll be fine. Because, you’re right. This is the time in our lives to get wild. It’s kind of what you said about planning for the future-but having fun today, too. I don’t mind having fun now-but I don’t want to screw up my future. And that means I don’t want to screw up us-because you’re in my future, too."
"That’s so sweet. However, we have one other problem that’s not helping all this, and I don’t know if you see it yet. There’s an inequity."
"An inequity?"
"Yeah. Don’t you have any wild oats? It’s all been one-sided so far. You talk like you’d go for some fooling around, but you haven’t."
"No opportunity," I said honestly. "Yeah, thinking about it, I do have some wild oats. That whole fantasy thing of yours. Hey, I would be fucking someone else, even if you were there, right?"
"Yeah. That’s what I mean. I think there’s a doubt in your mind, even if it’s a tiny one, that I can fuck someone else and still be in love with you. I think that doubt would be dispelled if you fucked someone else." She took a deep breath. "I want to go to the party tonight. And go in the Orgy Room."