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“Oh! That hurt?”
“Yes? Sort of?”
“Good hurt or bad hurt?
“Uhhhhhhhhh… interesting hurt.”
“Thank you for your feedback. Okay, I’ll ease up a bit. How’s this adjustment?”
I give him more of a nibble this time and less of a bite.
“That’s, uh… yeah, that’s…” He can’t complete his sentence and ends on a moan when I continue my gentle nips and sucks at his neck.
Aw, he likes it. Yay, I’m doing a good job! I look over at Trix, and she gives me a thumbs-up! I love her. Encouragement from your peers is so important. For the record, Tyrannosaurs don’t actually have thumbs, though. Nope, they only have two fingers on each hand. So her thumbs-up looks more like she’s doing the universal sign for wait a second, but girls like her and me? We understand each other.
Ralph slips his hand under my shirt.
“Oh, you’re right,” he says.
“About what?” I breathe.
“The left oneisbigger than the right.”
“Told you,” I pant.
“I like knowing that information about you. I want to know all the information about you.”
“You do?”
“I do.”
Wow, screwing a scientist is super cool. So curious. So willing to explore. I take the opportunity to see if his claims are also true and drop my hand down his pants.
“Wowza!” he yelps.
“You like?”
“I think so? You are just… not a subtle person, are you? Like at all.”
“Subtlety is stupid.”
I swirl my hand around in there and come to my conclusion. Yup, his assessment was also accurate.
“This is weird,” he says while kissing down my neck. “What we’re doing is really weird.”
“I know, right?” I respond in excitement.
“What’s even weirder, though,” he continues, “is that it’s like so…notsexy that it’s actually really…
“Sexy!” I answer for him.
“Exactly!”
I high-five him with my free hand while the other one stays busy. He laughs and starts to pull my shirt over my head but then stops.
“Wait. Should we…? I feel like we shouldn’t be doing this in here.”
“Yes! We should. The door is locked, and everyone is asleep. Sleeping people don’t need chaperoning.”
