Topsy Turvy Kinda Love
being part of my training?“Here’s an easy one… boxers or briefs?”
“Boxers.” I don’t even have to think about that one. I can’t imagine wrapping my package in tight underwear. Boxers are constricting enough most days, but they also help cover up the raging boners Mia tends to give me too. “Okay, this is an essential question: tacos or pizza?”
I chuckle. “Definitely tacos.”
“Oh good, same.”
A grin spreads wide across her face. “Your turn.”
I pull the blanket over and hold it up to cover my current situation, which prompts my next question. “Oral sex or real sex?”
“Depends on the guy, really. If he doesn’t know how to use his tongue, real sex. If he’s bad at sex regardless, I probably wouldn’t be with him anyhow.”
My dick instantly shrinks. What if she thinks I’m bad? Will the sex lessons stop? Maybe we shouldn’t have sex tonight and continue just fooling around as she calls it.
She volleys back at me. “Have you ever had a real girlfriend?”
“Nope. Told you before, no one in the compound interested me. If you wanted to date them, odds are you’d be signing up for getting married later on. You don’t just date without intention where I grew up.”
“So, what is this compound you mention?”
“It’s five thousand acres of land that a group of people live on, free from intrusion.”
“Interesting.”
I look her in the eye seriously for the next question. I don’t want to ask it, but I need to know. I don’t want to finally have her all to myself and then have her in someone else’s bed the next night. We aren’t in a relationship, but I won’t share her. My fist bunches at the instant possessiveness of someone else having what is mine. Even though she’s not really mine.
She quirks an eyebrow. “Your turn…”
I take a deep breath. “While you’re giving me lessons, are you sleeping with anyone else? I know this isn’t a relationship, but it would be weird to sleep with you and then know you’re going to someone else the next night.”
“Is that what you want?”
“Does it make me bad to not want to worry about what other guys have?”
She glares over at me… “Are you insinuating that I’m not being cautious with my sexual partners, Brooks?”
I throw my hands up in defense. “No, No, nothing like that. It’s just I’d feel better if you were focusing on just me for the time being.”
“Done. I’ve been tested recently, I’m clean, and I’m on birth control.” I nod my head, accepting her answer even though it’s not what I want to hear.
“Have you ever just slept in the same bed as a girl?”
I shake my head. “No.”
She empties her wine glass and sets it on the coffee table. “You want another?” I say, nodding to the empty glass.
“Sure, that’d be great.” I get up, moving toward the kitchen. Things have been sailing smoothly for most of the night, minus a couple of those questions. I feel like she’s letting me in just a little bit by answering questions. Not fully, but I’ll take it. She still won’t talk about her family, and that’s fine because I don’t want to either. They’ve already taken up enough of my life; they don’t need to follow me here too.
I’m glad for the brief reprieve in questions. Some of them I’m not entirely sure how to answer, like the was-I-sleeping-with anyone else question? I haven’t slept with anyone since Brooks moved in. I thought it would be weird to bring random guys over and parade them in front of him, but he basically makes it sound like we’re in a monogamous relationship. In a way, I get it. He doesn’t want to worry about catching something, but openly saying it like I’d even allow myself to catch a disease really puts me off.
One part of me wants to tell him to suck it because I’ll fuck who I want to, but the other part of me has learned to care about Brooks as a person, and I can’t go against him like that.
I hear him rustling around in the kitchen, opening the fridge. A few seconds later, he reappears, wine bottle in hand. He passes me my glass and I hum happily. Any man who willingly refills my wine is a winner in my book. “Thanks for getting that.” I swirl the wine in my glass and inhale the aroma. He laughs and drops back down into the spot he’d just vacated a few minutes ago.
Looking over at me, his smile is back, touching his eyes. “Where were we?”
I take a sip of my wine and pop my lips. “I think it’s your turn.”
Brooks waits like he’s trying to think of the perfect question. He looks around the room once, twice, like he’s nervous to ask. “Ask me.” Two words are all I say.
“Condoms or bare?”
I choke, hacking up a lung on the sip of wine I just took and Brooks pats my back. Clearing my throat, I look over at him. “Well, I was not expecting that question. I prefer bare, but I don’t trust most guys.”
“What about with me?”
“I’m clean and on birth control. So, it’s really up to you. You know my choice.”
“Which feels better?” His face is serious.
“You really want me to answer that?”
“I’m assuming it’s bare…”
“Think about it this way, Brooks. Do you want to feel the actual warmth of my V, or do you want to shove your dick into a hat that’s way too tight and then feel like you’re going to lose all feeling in it?”
“Bare it is. You know, I’ve never been with anyone else. No one’s even touched me other than you, so I’m clean.”
I try to adjust the way I’m sitting on the couch. My feet are cold, but I don’t want to just shove my cold feet up against Brooks.
He must see me on the struggle bus. “Hey, you okay over there?”
“No, I’m trying to get my feet covered up. They’re