Free Blind Date by Veronica Tower Page B

course, if you’re looking for new ways to excite me, you might let me try fucking your anus.”
    As if of their own accord, both of Merci’s hands moved to cover her rear end. “You’re not putting that thing anywhere near my ass!”
    Chris chuckled sleepily. “Just so we’re clear on this, is that a firm no or do we have room to negotiate?”
    “No anal sex!” Merci said.
    “Okay then,” Chris agreed.
    To Merci’s surprise, he actually sounded disappointed. Had he really thought she’d let him try such a thing? She snuggled closer against him. “It’s okay, baby, there’s lots of other things we can do to get you off again.”
    Chris’ arm tightened around her waist, encouraging her to press her body even more tightly against him. “Oh, that’s okay, anal sex is just one of those fantasies like having sex with two women or getting deep throated. It doesn’t have to ever happen. It’s just nice to think about once in a while.”
    “So you want to have sex with two women?” Merci asked. The suggestion penetrated inside to tickle her seldom-wakened temper.
    Chris sounded as if he was half a minute shy of falling asleep—a time of uncensored honesty in Merci’s opinion. “Sure, if you’re one of them. Don’t you ever dream of doing it with two guys?”
    Now that was a nice idea. Merci imagined herself with Chris taking her from behind while she sucked Brad Pitt’s cock—two hot guys sliding in and out of her from either end. But why stop there? She imagined more naked men stroking long hard dicks as they stood above her—three, four, hell, why not a whole room full? “Mmmmmm.”
    “So you like that idea?” Chris asked. He still sounded as if he was on the edge of sleep, but he was clearly following the conversation.
    “Mmmhmmmm,” Merci agreed.
    “Who are you thinking of? No wait—let me guess. Based on the last three videos we’ve rented I’ll go out on a limb and say Hugh Jackman.”
    “You chose the X-Men movie and the one about Wolverine,” Merci reminded him.
    “Oh, that’s right,” Chris mumbled. “So who then?”
    “Brad Pitt.”
    “Brad Pitt?”
    “Of course, he’s scrumptious!”
    Chris’ sense of outrage appeared to be helping to wake him up again. “Isn’t he yesterday’s news?”
    “Oh, baby,” Merci said, “Brad is never going to be yesterday’s news.”
    “But…” Chris stopped sputtering and forced himself up on one arm so he could look at Merci. “I don’t know what I’m complaining about. I should just be happy it’s not someone we can really sleep with.”
    “Oh, so you don’t want to take me with another man?”
    Chris shuddered.
    “What’s wrong?”
    “Nothing,” Chris insisted, “I just don’t want to share you.”
    “That’s not it,” Merci said. “You shuddered. What’s wrong?”
    Chris tried to deflect the conversation. “Maybe I’m worried you’ll want to trade me in for the new guy.”
    Merci shook her head. “No, that doesn’t explain the shudder. Something skeeved you. What is it? Are you worried about getting naked with another guy?”
    Chris shuddered again.
    Merci clapped her hands together excitedly. “That’s it!” she squealed. “Oh, baby, making it with me and another man wouldn’t mean you’re gay.”
    Chris sat up. “I didn’t say it would.”
    “But you’re worried about it,” Merci said. “You don’t like the idea of rubbing up against another naked man.”
    “Would you?” Chris countered, “against another woman, I mean.”
    Merci started to laugh. “Well, I wouldn’t want to do her one on one, but if the guy was hot enough and I was drunk enough—yes, I think I could probably share.” She placed her hand on Chris’ inner thigh near his flaccid dick. “Especially if you offered me the right incentives.”
    Chris’ sleepy brain clearly couldn’t adequately follow her line of thinking. “What are you talking about?”
    Merci began to stroke his thigh. She was enjoying the conversation