“Do you need some attention?” I said.
“Yes, please.”
“I kinda figured.”
“I know you’ve been tired from work, but I don’t think you understand…”
“Oh, I understand.”
“Maybe tonight we can go to bed early?” she suggested.
“You need more than just attention, don’t you?”
“Are you going to make me say it?”
“No,” I chuckled. “I know what you want.”
“Thank you.” She thought of something else and sighed. “I miss Kim. She isn’t the girlfriend type, but we have a lot in common.”
I nodded.
“And Carter… Oh my gosh, Paul, I get all hot and slippery… You really need to learn how to do that. It wasn’t just the spanking. It was… lots of things, too much to explain in words.”
“Should I give him a call?” I teased. “Get a lesson over the phone?”
“I know you think you’re being funny, but I’m serious, Paul. I need that kind of discipline. I’m okay with vanilla sex, and I love sucking your cock, but… Sometimes I lie awake at night. All I can think about is you tying me up, spanking and teasing me for, like, hours. I end up playing with myself until I can go to sleep again.”
My eyebrows rose with a question.
“Almost every night. Since… you know.”
“Since they left?”
She nodded glumly. “I tried to wake you up a couple of times, but you were really asleep. I even sucked you off once. You came and everything. You mumbled something and patted my head, but that was it.”
“Seriously? I don’t even remember.”
She nodded. “It’s okay, but not the same as when you’re awake.”
“Yeah, sorry about that. We’ve been so busy on the houses…”
“I know. But we’re busy all the time. And I have needs, Paul.”
“I’ll try to do better.”
“You’re doing fine. I just want to make a date for tonight. I love Wren, don’t get me wrong, and even Trip’s been super-nice lately, but it isn’t the same as when you and I do it. Besides, I don’t like thinking about Carter so much.”
My eyebrows rose again.
“He’s a nice guy, and I like sucking his dick, but I should think about you when I have fantasies like that. So you need to learn, okay?”
“Okay,” I said seriously. “We’ll go visit them in Charlotte. I don’t know when, but… soon. I’ll give him a call in the meantime.”
“That’s fine. I’m patient.” She laughed at herself. “Only, I’m not. Not really. But I am about this. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, but I need more than just vanilla sex.” She thought of something else and laughed again, softer. “I can’t believe I’m even talking like this. Can you imagine? A year ago? I was such a goody-goody. But now I talk about all sorts of things like it’s everyday conversation.”
“It is,” I chuckled. “For couples.”
“I know. But I’m still surprised. I never did it before. Well, with Brooke, sort of, but no one else. Not even Wren.” She shrugged. “Yeah, we talked about guys, but nothing really naughty, like bondage or discipline. She’s really normal.”
“She likes girls and swinging,” I said. “That’s a lot more than ‘normal.’”
“You know what I mean.”
“Yeah.”
“At least Brooke is more like me. And while we’re on the subject, I need to call her. I want to make sure she’s still coming and doesn’t chicken out. Only, I’ve been scared to use the phone. You know how Trip is about the long-distance bill.”
I nodded.
“Can you ask if it’s okay? Susan said I could use hers, but it’s never the right time.”
“I think I’ll get one of those long-distance calling cards,” I mused. “But until then, I’ll just tell Trip to give me the bills. Call her whenever you want. Even tonight.”
“No! Oh my gosh! Tonight you’re going to tie me up and punish me and do naughty things. I need it, Paul. I’m already getting hot, just thinking about it.”
“Do you need some attention now?”
“Yes, please.” She stroked my nascent erection. “Would you like to hold my head when you come? And shoot down my throat?”
“I think I can manage that.”
“Mmm, good. Then I can play with myself the second time.”
“So… you’re already planning round two?”
“Paul, dear, I’m planning a million-billion rounds. You’re in real danger with me, remember?”
“A million-billion?” I chuckled. “That’s a lot of blowjobs.”
“Fellatio, dear. Oh, and I learned a new word. Fellatrix, a woman who performs fellatio. And the plural, fellatrices.” She turned thoughtful. “I suppose I should thank them. Your mother and Susan, I mean.”
“Thank them? Why?”
“You wouldn’t like it nearly as much if they hadn’t… um… you know. Susan, especially, but your mother too. Wow, I can’t believe I’m talking about this either. Never in a million years…”
I chuckled.
She shook herself and returned to the present. “Funny, ha ha, Mr. Open-minded. I’m not like you. This is all still new to me. But if you don’t mind, a certain fellatrix needs her penis.”
“Oh, so it’s yours now?”
“Yes, dear. Till death do us part. You too, Mr. Big.”
* * *
We spent Sunday at the quarry as well, although we mostly talked and relaxed. Trip and I made plans to clear the access road and build some permanent structures. He wanted a deck over part of the rocky beach, plus a shed to store chairs and a couple of umbrellas for shade. Christy wanted a diving platform at the top of the falls, along with a rope ladder.
“What about a raft?” Wren suggested. “Like the one at camp.”
“We could do that,” Trip said.
“Hold on,” I wondered, “does Susan actually own the quarry?”
“Dude, she owns everything from the highway to the river. A bunch by the interstate, too. Probably a hundred thousand acres, altogether.”
I showed him my tonsils.
“You know how she likes to joke that she owns half the county?” he continued. “She isn’t joking. She owns a good chunk of the next county, too, the one to the south.”
Wren nodded solemnly.
“Wow. I had no idea,” I said. “I mean, I knew she owned lots of land, but… a hundred thousand acres? Seriously?”
“Seriously. She’s one of the largest landowners in the state. Anyway, she owns the quarry and everything for miles. I looked at the plat again. We can get to the access road from…”
* * *
On Monday I went to story time with Granville, while Trip drove to the dump to empty the truck. He returned long before I did, but he didn’t give me a hard time when I finally joined him, nearly an hour after lunch.
“Sorry,” I said. “Granville was in rare form.”
“I figured. Everything okay?”
“Yeah. Surprisingly, we spent an hour doing actual work.”
“For real?”
“Yep. I asked him about that resort he did, and we talked about comprehensive design. He had a bunch of good suggestions for how to tie mine together, to make the buildings complement each other instead of being identical. Speaking of which, we need to talk to Susan about redoing the façades on the motel buildings. For obvious reasons.”
Trip nodded and made a mental note.
“I think I’m learning how to manage him, too,” I continued. “If I know what I wanna talk about beforehand, I can ask him up front about projects he’s done that’re similar. Yeah, he still talks for an hour, but it’s easier to direct the conversation and get him to focus on what I need.”
“Smart,” Trip said. “I knew you’d figure it out. And I thought I was the silver-tongued devil.”
“That only works with Susan.”