partner.”
“But you live together.”
“We cohabitate. The shop is holy ground. That prevents creatures like Malach from killing me.”
She thought about that. “Do you have sex?” She said it not in some accusing way but like she was genuinely curious.
I found it very difficult to lie to Vivian. “Sometimes,” I said. “But we’re not a couple.”
She looked at me earnestly. “I don’t mind, you know.”
“What’s that?”
“I don’t mind if you have sex with someone else. But I’d like to be your girl. I mean, your number one. Your girlfriend.”
I looked at her in surprise. “You’re like some guy’s wet dream, do you know that, Vivian?”
She shrugged. Her eyes were much older than the rest of her, thousands of years, at least. “I’m just realistic. My roommate Brittany is all about commitments. She gets serious with every guy she does. You know, every guy is the one , but then he leaves her. I know it’s hard for people to commit in this day and age.” She talked like someone who’d seen it all, who’d lived a hundred lifetimes. While she talked, her hand wandered to the fly of my jeans where she pressed with unsubtle intent.
Her touch made me lurch in my seat. “How old were you when you lost your virginity?” I asked suddenly.
She held my eyes. She wasn’t ashamed. “I was nine. And no, it wasn’t consensual. My science teacher Mr. McCarty took advantage of me. He asked me to stay after school to help him with a project for the state fair and then he forced himself on me.”
I felt a dull shock. “Did you report him?”
“No. When we were done, I realized I liked it a lot. We did it maybe a dozen more times over the school year until he lost interest. He was into the whole fear thing, and I wasn’t afraid. He’s probably still dicking little girls even today. It wouldn’t surprise me.” She had undone my jeans and begun stroking me in that way she had. Then she lowered her head, her long red hair brushing over my lap, and licked me until I shivered. “Does it make me a bad person that I don’t care what happens to him?” she asked. “That I don’t care if he’s still doing little girls?”
“No,” I said. In that moment, I wouldn’t have cared if she’d told me she’d committed capital murder. She was exquisite. Unbelievable. Everything I wanted. Everything I’d been waiting for. “But you should have told me,” I said, my voice hitching in my throat.
She licked and kissed me some more. “Why?”
I watched her as she worked me slowly and inexorably up to climax. I could feel it building in the base of my spine. I pushed my shoulders back into the seat. I thrust up and up into her warm, wet, feral mouth.
She stopped and I groaned in frustration. “How old were you?” she finally asked.
I was finding it very difficult to formulate any coherent thoughts at the moment. “Sixteen and twenty-one,” I said, grunting with the effort and clutching the back of her head. “Sixteen with a girl, twenty-one with a guy.”
I waited for her to say something. Despite the big modern trend toward bisexuality, I’ve found there are many girls who don’t like to know that. But all she said was, “You waited.”
“I just found it difficult to find partners because of the . . . peculiarities of my situation.” I lurched as she pushed me closer to the edge, her teeth grazing me deliciously. “I feel like we shouldn’t be doing this,” I said as I undulated against her, forcing more of myself down her throat, following the pattern she had set forth.
Her eyes flickered up. “Why?” she asked when she’d let me go, a simple statement. “I like sex with you, Nick.”
“I’m much older than I look.”
“So am I.” She turned all her attention back to tormenting me.
She certainly knew how to bring a guy. I grunted and dug my fingernails deep into the upholstery as I shuddered and came hard in her mouth. After she had exhausted me, she sat up and kissed
“But you live together.”
“We cohabitate. The shop is holy ground. That prevents creatures like Malach from killing me.”
She thought about that. “Do you have sex?” She said it not in some accusing way but like she was genuinely curious.
I found it very difficult to lie to Vivian. “Sometimes,” I said. “But we’re not a couple.”
She looked at me earnestly. “I don’t mind, you know.”
“What’s that?”
“I don’t mind if you have sex with someone else. But I’d like to be your girl. I mean, your number one. Your girlfriend.”
I looked at her in surprise. “You’re like some guy’s wet dream, do you know that, Vivian?”
She shrugged. Her eyes were much older than the rest of her, thousands of years, at least. “I’m just realistic. My roommate Brittany is all about commitments. She gets serious with every guy she does. You know, every guy is the one , but then he leaves her. I know it’s hard for people to commit in this day and age.” She talked like someone who’d seen it all, who’d lived a hundred lifetimes. While she talked, her hand wandered to the fly of my jeans where she pressed with unsubtle intent.
Her touch made me lurch in my seat. “How old were you when you lost your virginity?” I asked suddenly.
She held my eyes. She wasn’t ashamed. “I was nine. And no, it wasn’t consensual. My science teacher Mr. McCarty took advantage of me. He asked me to stay after school to help him with a project for the state fair and then he forced himself on me.”
I felt a dull shock. “Did you report him?”
“No. When we were done, I realized I liked it a lot. We did it maybe a dozen more times over the school year until he lost interest. He was into the whole fear thing, and I wasn’t afraid. He’s probably still dicking little girls even today. It wouldn’t surprise me.” She had undone my jeans and begun stroking me in that way she had. Then she lowered her head, her long red hair brushing over my lap, and licked me until I shivered. “Does it make me a bad person that I don’t care what happens to him?” she asked. “That I don’t care if he’s still doing little girls?”
“No,” I said. In that moment, I wouldn’t have cared if she’d told me she’d committed capital murder. She was exquisite. Unbelievable. Everything I wanted. Everything I’d been waiting for. “But you should have told me,” I said, my voice hitching in my throat.
She licked and kissed me some more. “Why?”
I watched her as she worked me slowly and inexorably up to climax. I could feel it building in the base of my spine. I pushed my shoulders back into the seat. I thrust up and up into her warm, wet, feral mouth.
She stopped and I groaned in frustration. “How old were you?” she finally asked.
I was finding it very difficult to formulate any coherent thoughts at the moment. “Sixteen and twenty-one,” I said, grunting with the effort and clutching the back of her head. “Sixteen with a girl, twenty-one with a guy.”
I waited for her to say something. Despite the big modern trend toward bisexuality, I’ve found there are many girls who don’t like to know that. But all she said was, “You waited.”
“I just found it difficult to find partners because of the . . . peculiarities of my situation.” I lurched as she pushed me closer to the edge, her teeth grazing me deliciously. “I feel like we shouldn’t be doing this,” I said as I undulated against her, forcing more of myself down her throat, following the pattern she had set forth.
Her eyes flickered up. “Why?” she asked when she’d let me go, a simple statement. “I like sex with you, Nick.”
“I’m much older than I look.”
“So am I.” She turned all her attention back to tormenting me.
She certainly knew how to bring a guy. I grunted and dug my fingernails deep into the upholstery as I shuddered and came hard in her mouth. After she had exhausted me, she sat up and kissed
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