Page 72 of Rebound

“I’m pretty sure your grandma’s seen a dick before. Maybe even more than one.”

She starts to laugh but ends up choking on her laughter. “Oh, god. I hope she didn’t see all those dicks at the same time.”

“Stop avoiding the question,” I tell her. “And you never know. Gaga might have a wild side.”

She laughs some more and puts both hands on her cheeks.

“You can’t make fun of or hold it against me,” she says while she now points a finger in my face. “Promise you won’t.”

“Sounds juicy, but I promise not to hold it against you. I will definitely make fun of you though.”

She takes a deep breath, and after a few more giggles, she sobers up. “Okay, so, I convinced myself that I was going to be this amazing lover, except I had no experience beyond kissing. I decided I was going to educate myself by watching porn. So, that’s what I’ve done.” She looks away from me in embarrassment.

“So, all this time you were judging me, and you’ve been addicted to porn?” She throws a punch at my arm, but I intercept.

“I’m not addicted,” she whispers. “But yeah. That’s how I know how to suck and ride a dick, as you crudely put it.” She manages to hit me on my chest. “I watched a lot of tutorials, okay?”

I look up at the ceiling as if I’m praying. “Thank you, porn gods,” I say, and she hits me again. “What’s your favorite? What’s your fantasy?” I ask. I put my arm around her and pull her close. She smells of fabric softener and that musky body spray she uses. She tries to move away, but I hold her to me. “Tell me. I’m your husband.” When she remains quiet, I say, “My dad had some porno tapes under his bed. I found them when I was about fourteen. I stole them and watched in my room.”

“You pervert,” she says.

“They were old and corny. One was about a cable man who bangs some housewife. He had a huge gut and could have used some manscaping. He looked like a bear. You want to reenact that?” I ask, suddenly liking the idea.

“I can’t even bring myself to think of your father watching porn.” She whispers the last word as if it’s a sordid secret, and she didn’t just admit to watching it herself.

“Well, what the hell else was he going to do? It’s not like he left the house to go find a woman. He probably watched and rubbed one out.”

“Eww,” she says, shivering in disgust at the thought. “And then you stole it.” She laughs. “How was he supposed to get off? Poor Pete.”

“I only took a few. He had a whole stash.”

“Why did you have to tell me this?” she asks. “Now every time I see him that’s what I’m going to think about.”

“Tell me what you like to watch,” I say. “Spousal privilege.”

“Okay,” she says. She takes a deep breath and sits up. “I like the ones where she gives him head and he pulls out to come on her tits, but some of it ends up on her chin.” My head whips around to look at her, but she’s looking straight ahead while blushing. “I like when she’s on her back and he’s plowing into her with his huge dick. The dick has to be huge for me to watch. Not all dicks are created equal.”

“You think?” I say with a snort.

“If he tells her she fucks like a slut, that’s a bonus. Every once in a while, I enjoy watching a good gang bang.” She says the last part so matter of fact that it takes me several seconds for her words to sink in.

I move away and cup her face in my hands. She looks up and blinks at me with her pretty brown eyes. “What did you justsay? You like gangbangs?” I look down at her and wait. “Do you want to be gangbanged?” I whisper.

“Eww, no!” She tries to pull away but I hold her face tight. “I don’t want to be rammed by a bunch of men. What the hell is the matter with you?”

“But you like to watch another woman getting rammed by a bunch of men?” I ask.

“If that’s what she wants.”

“Do you want to be called a slut?” The indignation lifts from her eyes, and she blushes again. “Oh my god. Look at you. I bet your pussy’s getting wet, isn’t it?”

“No,” she says, much too quickly. I drop her face and stick my hand between her legs. There’s no way I’ll be able to feel anything with the jeans she has on, but she moans.

“Listen to you moaning like a dirty slut right here,” I whisper into her ear. Her eyes close and she exhales. “I bet you want me to drag you into the bathroom and take you against the wall.” Her eyes fly open and lock with mine. “You do, don’t you?”

“No?” she croaks out before she covers her face with her hands in embarrassment. I take one of her wrists and pull. “Oh my god, will you stop it? I swear, I can’t stand you,” she giggles.

“I’ll do it. I’ll cover your mouth with my hand and give it to you nice and slow along the wall. Make you purr like a slutty feline.”

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