Page 46 of Can't Get Enough

“A mistake is what happened.” Skipper all but slams my Monday morning grande on the corner of my desk and turns to leave.

“He just seemed so aloof and downright belligerent,” I say, hoping the comment will draw her out of her uncharacteristic reticence. Skipper once told me about a threesome she had in the botanical gardens. A woman who will copulate with a dude and a chick behind a bush is not what I’d call circumspect. Skipper pauses on her way to the door, turning to look at me, chagrin smeared in shades of shame all over her face.

“I don’t know what came over me.” She stomps back into my office and flops into the chair across from my desk.

“Oh, do take a load off. Not like I have work to do or anything.”

“You asked and now I’m telling you.” She runs a hand over her eyes wearily. “It was like a wild animal took over my body.”

“If this story gets bestial or even anal in nature, I’m good on the details. You can keep ’em.”

“Would you stop joking?” she asks, even though her lips twitch. “I’d never felt that way before. Especially not for someone shorter than me. Ewww.”

“Nothing wrong with short men. I’ve fucked a short man with a big dick. An excellent redistribution of inches if you ask me. Height won’t make you come.”

“You didn’t say that when you smashed that basketball player who was a good six seven.”

“Chile, I slept with that manthrice, but I deeply regret it because it was mid every time. I just kepttrying, though. Kept hoping it would get better. A man that big, it justhadto be better.”

“When we first met him, you said he had BDE.”

“He got the B and the D but no E. Dick included. Energy sold separately. I was like, bruh, you working with all them inches, and I still got to rub it out with the Rose when you leave? Sir, you are redundant.”

“You really have no shame, do you?” Skipper giggles.

“Says the woman who slept with a man she was actively combative to three seconds after meeting him. And in the women’s bathroom no less.”

She covers her face and screeches, “It was unisex!”

“Now, you know I stay out your business.”

“That’s a lie.” Skipper parts her fingers, allowing space for one eye to glower at me. “You always in my business.”

“At least tell me if it was good because I have to know what he is packing under that bow-tie.”

The barest hint of rose crawls over Skipper’s cheeks in a light-skinned blush. “It was surprisingly satisfying given the… quickness of it all and that he repulses me in every nonsexual way.”

“Did you come?”

“Yes.”

“Then your pussy must like him, even if you don’t.”

“Hendrix, please,” she groans. “Don’t remind me I slept with a man who insulted me as soon as we met.”

“You gave as good as you got.”

“What’d you hear?” she demands sharply.

“Nothing. I don’t mean sexually. I meant banter, sparring. Ya know, verbally and upright, not on your knees in a unisex bathroom.”

“Oh, my God. When did I tell you that?”

“Not until just now.” I chuckle. “Has he called? Have you?”

“No. It’s like nothing happened.” She might try to hide her disappointment, but I know her too well.

“He’ll call,” I tell her gently, not sure I can make that promise with any certainty, but wanting a return of her usual spark.

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