picket fence.
“Jamie… I love… you” I said cautiously. He looked at me with very sad eyes.
“I just don’t want everything to end up shit” he said, “it always seems to”
“What do you mean ‘end up shit?’” I asked, “Everything is perfect so far.”
“I just don’t want your life to get difficult or complicated because of me” he answered.
“Living in this town is complicated enough” I said “everyone knows your business. I don’t give a shit about the locals.”
“Yeah, well one guy claims that he has been fucking you, that you are his boyfriend”
Randy, it had to be Randy. Sure I had fucked him, several times, but it was nothing more than sex. More than once he had declared his undying love for me and I laughed and told him to get serious. The only reason that I went back for more was because he had a huge cock and could stay hard for hours. But intellectually he was not much better than a rabbit. Besides, Jamie was more than taking care of me sexually now. He was like some kind of zen master at pussy eating.
“Screw him” I said, visibly angry “I don’t have a boyfriend… except maybe you.” I looked at the carpet.
“So… we are a thing now?” he asked, the way that he said it made it sound funny.
“Wouldn’t you say so?” I asked. He just smiled and nodded his head.
“So I can tell this asshole that you are actually my girlfriend?” he asked.
“Tell em what ever you want” I said, “in fact, maybe we should really give them something to talk about.”
“Like what? he asked
I was hatching an evil plan in my head, one that would really get a buzz going in town. Of course it would be better to leave if I followed through on it. This would cement my undeserved reputation as a slut if I went through with it.
“Do you remember Jane?” I asked.
“Jane?”
“You know, I introduced her to you at Marley’s, the bar that we go to sometimes.”
“Oh yeah, pretty girl, long blond hair, green eyes and great smile?”
“Wow, you really do remember” I said, “should I be worried?”
“Comes with the job” he said. What about her?”
I was still toying with the idea. I had never really done it with a girl, except my San Francisco escapade, but I had surely fantasized about it. I had watched it online during a few masturbation sessions. I was a little ambivalent as to whether or not I wanted to actually do it. But it was my idea and he was asking. Jane had (more than once) suggested that we have sex. Of course we were both a little drunk at the time and I always said no. I knew that she had a boyfriend so I was guessing that she was just curious, like me. I had no idea if she had actually ever done it or not.
“Umm… “ I started, not knowing how to breach the subject.
“You were saying?” he said, eyebrows raised.
“Ever done a threesome?” I just decided to blurt it out. He looked at me blankly.
“Ok” I went on, “maybe it’s a terrible idea.”
“Wait… I didn’t say that exactly. Do you mean with another guy?… or a girl?”
“A girl, I was thinking… but maybe it’s a bad idea.”
“Why? You brought it up.”
“I wouldn’t want it to change anything