and watch television, so I know a lot of what I feel isnât that unusual. You should see the personal ads in the back of the Guardian ânot that I read those skanky personals.â
âOf course you donât. Go ahead. Stop tap dancing and ask.â
âI donât want to offend you. I donât want you to, you know, think bad of me.â
âGo ahead.â
âWeâve done a lot of, for lack of a better phrase, carnal experimenting together. Got our freak on in parks. At the library. Did it pretty much everywhere but a Burger King bathroom. Had our little toys. Found out what worked. Gave everything at least two tries.â
Again she pauses.
I say, âRight now. Now stop tap dancing and ask.â
âItâs a whole new level.â
âAsk.â
Her mouth is open, but no words appear. The clicks and whirrs are getting louder, sounding like an Amtrak rolling down the tracks of her mind. Her forehead crinkles and her thin, arched eyebrows almost touch. She gets back in the bed, holds my hands in hers, asks, âSo, youâre open to new things?â
âDefine new.â
âMultitasking lovemaking.â
âDonât turn into a nerd. What does that mean?â
âLike in all those films we watched together, it would be erotic to have both of you please me. Have me please both of you. I think Iâm more interested in trying to please the both of you than the other way.â
Words come, but my lips donât move. âYouâre talking about a menage à trois.â
I blink a few times. My hands are still in hers.
She pulls her lips in. âWell? Give me some feedback.â
âHave you and your friend done that before?â
âNo. It would be my first time trying something like that.â
âHer first time?â
âAs far as I know. But you never know what people do when youâre not around.â
âTrue. Only know what people let you see.â
âWould it be yours?â
Silence is my answer. I go to the service bar, get a bottle of water.
She asks, âHow do you feel right now?â
âLike Iâve been suckered into an Amway meeting.â
Iâm not really thirsty, just have to move with my thoughts. In two gulps, the bottle is empty.
With softness she asks, âWould being able to experience something that wonderful turn you off?â
âIs that what your friend wants?â
âWhatever, wherever, whenever. I never hesitated to please you, to help you get to the next level of satisfaction, because I love you. Not because I thought you wanted a slave or a serf, because of love.â
âCan I ask you something?â
âAsk away.â
The phone rings, slows our roll. I answer. No one is there.
My tongue traces my gum.
She repeats, âAsk away.â
âYou go down on her?â
âAmIacarpet-licker?â
âYou eat her out or what?â
âDonât believe you asked me that.â
âBelieve it.â
âWhy ask me that of all things?â
âBecause... thatâs what I see in my dreams.â
She puffs air. âPussy is scary. It looks like a monster.â
âOne manâs god is another manâs monster.â
âItâs still ugly. Like roast beef.â
âYours is a pretty nice cut. Grade-A all the way.â
âThanks. I think.â
She never answers my question. Sheâs tapping her fingers on her flesh, arms folded under her breasts, and I donât press the issue. Iâm thinking about her pussy, about how I set it on fire. When Iâm with her, she tells me that sheâs mine, but my heart tells me that itâs the part of her beyond the pussy I canât reach.
She tells me, âItâs not gonna be a nasty, free-for-all kinda thing.â
âWhat would it be?â
âSensual. Sharing. Erotic.â
âWhatâs in this for me?â
âItâll squash