Page 71 of Bad Habit
She shook her head, then smiled. “Well… maybe I needed alittlecorrupting.”
My phone rang with the ringtone I’d assigned to Keagan. It was the third time he’d called today. Eventually I’d have to pick up.
“Mind if I get this?” I asked her.
“Not at all.” She twisted around to drop her legs to the side of the lounge. “I’ve had enough sun. I’m going to continue my sloth experience up in the room.”
“Sounds good.” The phone stopped ringing, but I had to call back. Even though going up to the room, hopefully to fuck, sounded way better than talking to my brother. “I’ll be up as soon as I can.”
“Take your time.” She bent down to kiss me lightly. “I need a nap.”
* * *
Faith
Still wearing my bathing suit and nearly see-through cover-up, I stretched out on the sofa. I’d barely felt self-conscious walking through the hotel lobby so scantily clad. In just a day I was a different woman—wanton, wild.
Even if sexual intercourse hadn’t been quite what I’d hoped, I was changed and glad for it. I’d set my expectations too high, that was all.
I sat up and rested my legs on the coffee table. I crossed and recrossed them, trying to get back into the sloth vibe I’d had going earlier. Perhaps I’d hit my sloth limit. Either that or the hotel air conditioning had pepped me up, making me restless. Unused to idleness, I needed something to pass the time until Mac returned.
Using the remote, I turned on the television and was immediately confused by the layers of menus. I hadn’t grown up with TV and we didn’t have one at the mission, but I had used TVs before and this one was strange.
All I wanted to do was watch something, anything, but so far I’d only found lists of events at the hotel, a lesson on playing blackjack, and ads for local restaurants.
Movies. That sounded promising.
Adult Selections. I was an adult.
I clicked on a few more things and suddenly the huge TV screen was filled with a man and woman having sex. I grabbed the remote to turn it off, but stopped myself, then glanced around the room to confirm I was alone.
This was scandalous! But I couldn’t turn away.
The naked man, his thick member at least as big as Mac’s, pushed the naked woman onto a bed, and she spread her legs, grabbing her thighs to tuck her knees up beside her extremely ample bosom.
Her breasts seemed nearly as large as the volleyballs we had in the mission gymnasium and as firm as them, too. They were so different from the small mounds on my chest, and I couldn’t stop staring, wondering which one of us was normal.
And her sex, it was pink and glistening with moisture and—this was the shocking part—hairless. It was normal for women to have hair down there, wasn’t it?
I remembered asking Mother when my first hairs appeared, and she’d assured me that it was just part of the shame of being a woman, like how I bled once a month.
But this woman…
Did some women not have hair down there? Or. I thought back to Sister Henry trying to get me to shave the hair off my legs before my first date with Mac. Did some women remove the hair that covered their sex?
I put my hand over the crotch of my swimsuit, absently stroking as the man knelt to lick the woman’s sex like Mac had licked mine. She moaned and writhed as he flicked his tongue over what I now knew was a clitoris. I knew how good that felt, and this woman seemed to be enjoying it even more than I had. Her moans were embarrassingly loud.
The man flipped her onto her hands and knees on the edge of the bed and thrust his huge erect penis inside her. I gasped. They were doing it the same way as animals—from behind!—and I’d never considered that humans could do it that way.
She groaned as she looked back over her shoulder, pushing her bottom back to meet each pounding stroke. Holding her hips so tightly I could see his fingers’ imprints on her flesh, he pulled them toward him each time he thrust his hips forward, forcing his way in and out of her with what seemed like ten times the speed and force that Mac had used last night.
Rubbing my fingers over my swimsuit, I realized the wetness between my legs had returned. Mac had been so gentle last night. What would it feel like to have a man push into me so hard? Would I like it? Why hadn’t Mac done sex like this? Had he ever done it like this with another woman?
The man’s penis pulled out of her, and she slid off the end of the bed to kneel in front of the man and his erection. She licked her palm and then took hold of his penis, stroking it and looking up into his eyes. A creamy white substance appeared on the tip of his penis, and she licked it off.
Seeming to like the taste, she pulled his erection into her mouth. So much of disappeared into her mouth it didn’t seem possible that she wasn’t choking, and then she started to bob her head, taking him into her mouth as she rubbed and twisted her hands over the lower part of his penis.
The sounds were sloppy, slippery, and saliva trailed from her lips whenever his penis slipped momentarily from her mouth. He pulled her up to her feet, then roughly turned her and bent her so that her hands were on the mattress.
