Page 4 of Hiding From Laughter

Somehow I’d done this to myself but Icouldn’t figure out how.

“Deciding that you’re not ready to try themyet is one thing, and even changing your mind isn’t an issue, but you’ve beenavoiding them.” Micha’s disappointed tone was back and the worst part was thathe was upset at both of us.

“So what we’re going to do is to look atthe last topics and we’ll talk about them.” Taking the jar from me, he set iton the couch beside us. “We can say that we’re excited to try something. We cansay we’re nervous about it but it’s not a problem. We can say yellow and do ourbest to explain our first thoughts. But the one thing we’re not going to do isto refuse to react completely. I need information to keep you safe and happy.That supersedes anything else.”

Sighing didn’t get me any attention at all.He just pretended to ignore me as he opened the glass mason jar I’d decoratedwith penis ribbon and dumped out the last of the pieces of paper. There werefive. I’d lost track of some of them but I giggled when he turned over thefirst paper and it said toes.

It was Micha’s turn to sigh. “I still don’tknow why I picked that one. Feet are not sexy.”

“You’d been reading one of my books.” Michawasn’t a big reader but occasionally he got curious since I read so much. Itwas my favorite way to wind down, and one of his favorite ways to relax was toread over my shoulder and comment on what the characters were doing.

“That’s right.” Huffing, he set the paperdown. “That character was very…enthusiastic.”

And Micha liked it when people gotexcited…so he’d gotten caught up in the moment.

I still wasn’t sure if he would’ve yellowedon it or not, but I didn’t have time to think about that when he turned thenext one over.

Ugh.

“Your stillness is very telling, baby.”Setting aside the piece of paper I didn’t want to talk about, he picked anotherone. “Ah, clothespins.”

It was hard to remember to be stressed whensome of the options were so much fun. Giggling, I buried my face against hisneck. “I kept hoping you’d pick that one so we could see if you liked themtoo.”

I liked anything that pinched and squeezed.Spankings were fun under the right circumstances, but I wasn’t really intosharp pain sensations. Micha, on the other hand, wasn’t a sub at all when itcame to bedroom stuff and he’d never tried them.

Huffing, he set the paper down in the pilewith the feet one. “You were a very precocious teenager.”

Yep.

“And…oh, I don’t remember you putting thisin there.” Micha chuckled softly when I couldn’t resist freezing again. “I’mstarting to see what you were so nervous about.”

Ugh.

“Drunk me was very confident.” It wasn’tsober me’s fault, but I was the one dealing with the fallout.

“You had two margaritas over the course ofan hour. You were not drunk enough to blame your choices on the drinks. Youwere sober enough that I let you use a glue gun.” He seemed very sure of mystate of mind, but we clearly had very different memories of that night. “Let’ssee if there’s anything else that would make you nervous.”

No.

Those were it.

“Alright, everything else is cute orsomething I’m pretty sure you were very eager to try, so we’re going to setthose aside and put them back in the jar.” He stretched out, giving me time toprocess or panic by putting the rest of the papers away very slowly, buteventually there were just the two on the couch beside us. “There we go.”

Yep.

There was no avoiding it any longer.

“Tickling and wetting.” Micha kissed myhead as both arms wrapped around me. “What are your first thoughts, baby?”

That I was an overconfident idiot and Iwasn’t going to drink margaritas anymore.

Chapter 2

Micha

Dramatic.

Ashton’s first thoughts were dramatic basedon the ridiculous sound effects he was letting out and I had to remind myselfthat smiling would not be an appropriate response. I got sighs and whines and ahuff, but eventually he shrugged.

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