I expect her to tell me to fuck off, that I’m getting too personal but to my surprise she gives me a small smile. “It’s better. But I do have a roommate with exceptionally good hearing.” She clears her throat. “Anyway, so I guess I’m wrong. The heroine can make all the noise she wants.”
“And have first time sex in public.”
“I don’t know…”
“Believe me, when you finally get a chance to fuck, you don’t care where it is. That’s why I always have a condom in my pocket. And the more public the sex, the sneakier you have to be, the hotter it is.”
“But in the book you would never get caught.”
“You don’t always get caught in real life too.”
I can see she wants to ask me where I’ve done it but she loses her nerve. “Okay.” She looks back to the document. “I accept defeat.”
But I don’t want her to. I want to prove to her I’m right and not have her take my word.
Is there a non-creepy way to show her just how good good sex can feel? I’m thinking not.
Or…maybe there is.
Might still be creepy though.
I chew on my lip for a few moments, thinking it over. Before she catches my eye, I furrow my brow in false confusion and sigh loudly, staring at my computer screen.
“What?” she asks.
“I don’t know,” I say carefully. “I’m kind of stuck.”
“With what?”
“Well I mean Ford and Shasta have been having sex for pretty much all of the book so far and I don’t want to repeat myself.”
She laughs dryly. “Blake, I don’t think the average reader is going to notice how many times you use the word cock.”
“Yeah but you know. They might.”
“You’re being a perfectionist again.”
“You should talk, you made me rewrite the scene in the classroom again and again.”
“Because I don’t think you can come standing up!”
I give her withering look. She has so much to learn. “Anyway, so they go back to her place while her parents are out of town for the weekend and they’re obviously going to fuck in her bed for the first time.”
“According to the rules, it can’t be missionary.”
“Right. They screw in all directions. I’m just stuck in how to describe the motions in a new way. It’s like, I need to see it for myself.” I stare at her until she cocks her head at me.
“What are you staring at?” she asks, voice tight with caution.
I get up and walk over to her chair, pulling it out. “Get up.”
“Huh? Why?” She looks around in confusion as I grab her arm and try to pull her toward me. Once she’s on her feet, I take a firm grasp of her hand and lead her around the table to her room.
“I need your help,” I tell her, closing the door behind us and flicking on the lights.
She’s standing in the middle of the room, limbs stiff, a deer in the headlights. “With what?”
“My writer’s block. Get on the bed.”
“Excuse me?” Her voice goes so high I’m pretty sure only dogs can hear it.
I can only grin at her as I stride over to her, putting one arm around the small of her waist and throwing her back onto the bed till she’s bouncing on her arse.
“Blake,” she says, holding out her hand to me, palm out.
“Just give me a minute to show you,” I tell her, “it’s for the good of both of us.”
I know she has no idea what I’m about to do it, which makes it even more fun.
“Spread your legs,” I tell her and when she doesn’t because she’s looking at me in shock, I reach down and put my hands between her knees, prying her jeans apart. “But Jesus, try to relax.”
She clamps her knees shut, crushing my hands. “Tell me what the hell you’re doing first!”
“Fine,” I tell her, retrieving my hands and straightening up. I lower my voice and do my best Morgan Freeman impression. “Ford stares down at Shasta as she lies back on the bed in nervous anticipation. He has a hard time reading her but his confusion doesn’t abate the throbbing need in his swollen cock.”
Her mouth drops open, eyes nearly popping out of her head.
I continue my commentary. “Shasta’s cherry red mouth drops open, anticipating his precum on her lips.”
At that, Amanda snaps her mouth shut, though her eyes are still wide and wary. I put my legs on either side of hers, boxing her in. “Ford straddles her, wanting her so badly he can taste it, the honey flavour of her cunt from this morning still on his lips. But he has to take his time, he must.” I lean over her until she’s lying flat against the bed, her eyes glued to mine as I speak. “Shasta deserves more than having it over in a flash. He wants to make her come again and again and to make it painfully slow.”
“Please, stop talking like Morgan Freeman,” she says softly. “It’s making this weirder.” But at least she’s not telling me to stop in general.
I reach down and slowly slide my hand down the side of her waist, the thinness of her tank top betraying the heat of her skin underneath. Suddenly I have to swallow, my narration slipping away as the reality sinks in. I take in a shaky breath in through my nose, trying to remember what I was going to say.
“His fingers trail down her stomach to the sensitive skin of her waist,” Amanda whispers, filling in for me, as she closes her eyes, putting her head back into the mattress.