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“How long since the last one?”
“I don’t know, Nina. A year. Maybe more.”
“Wow.” I couldn’t help my reaction. Since he’d been my only ever real boyfriend, I couldn’t help comparing Aaron to Ben, who had no qualms about interrupting my errands, cooking, phone calls or sleep to stick an erection in my face. It didn’t matter what mood I was in. Once, following a business trip, he returned to find me in bed where I’d been all day with a head cold and congestion. That didn’t matter to him. Claiming that it’d “been forever,” he had me get up to pleasure him despite the fact that I’d hardly be able to breathe. Forever to him was just five days.
“Ahh, man.” Aaron let go of long breath, groaning slightly. “Thanks for the reminder,” he said with a short laugh as I noticed the way he slightly parted his legs. I wondered if it was because he needed to make room.
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. Tie game but we’ve got two on with none out in the top of the eighth. You’re the one I’m sorry for,” Aaron said, grinning. But despite his sports heckling, all I could think of were his deprived sexual needs. He deserved pleasure more than Ben did. I couldn’t get past the fact that he’d gone so long without anything. It must’ve showed on my face because Aaron gave me a knowing look when he glanced from the game back to me. “You’re still thinking about how I haven’t gotten head in years.”
“Yes, I’m still thinking about it, I’m sorry. I’m just impressed by your patience. But then again you do seem to specialize in exercising… control.” I couldn’t say the word discipline — it sounded strange coming from a former student to her teacher. “I guess after awhile, it’s easier to forget about it,” I said, since that had been the case for myself and being on the receiving end of oral sex, or any position that put my pleasure first.
Aaron simply looked at me.
“Nina. Just because I’m professional doesn’t mean I don’t still go home from work and think about sex. I’m a teacher but I’m still a guy and I still want the same things from women that other guys want.”
I tried to process it, to put Aaron in the same boat as Ben in any way. “So, blowjobs?”
He laughed. “Yes.”
I cocked an eyebrow. “Threesomes?”
“Yes.”
Interesting. I raised my eyebrows though I knew I shouldn’t be surprised. “That’s basically every guy’s ultimate fantasy, isn’t it?”
“Essentially.”
“What exactly is it that men love so much about two women together?” I asked curiously. Amusement flared in Aaron’s eyes.
“I don’t think you ever asked me this many questions when you were my student.”
My cheeks heated. The statement for some reason sparked a tingle in my body. I opened my mouth to say something, but since it was obvious that I had nothing, Aaron continued.
“I can’t answer for every guy but the simple answer is just that it’s two times of what a man loves. It’s — ” He suddenly chewed his lip, shutting himself up.
“What?” My impatience was immediate, so much so that it made him crack a smile. “Tell me, Aaron,” I implored. “I thought we were past being polite around each other. Unless you’re back to being Mr. Cole,” I said, feigning attitude.
He looked amused again. “Aren’t I though? Since it seems that we’re in session with all these questions.”
“Well, I’m quite enjoying this session, so please continue, Mr. Cole.”
Aaron’s mouth parted, one side of his lips twitching upward into a smile almost as devious as mine. He readjusted his sitting position before once again continuing. “It’s the idea of all that softness. Together. Lips, hair, breasts. Everything touching.” His eyes fixed so intently on mine as he spoke that I felt myself frozen yet itching to leave, already desperate to be somewhere alone with him.
“What if you’re dating one of the girls? You wouldn’t feel possessive?”
“It’s never happened, but I can’t imagine that I would.”
“You’ve never had a threesome?”
“Not really, no.”
“What does ‘not really’ mean?”
Aaron’s laugh was also a bit of a sigh, as if he still couldn’t believe our subject matter. “It means that I’ve watched two girls, I wasn’t dating either, and there was no invitation to participate. It was in college.”
“Oh.” The image of Aaron in college threw my mind into a frenzy. I wondered if he’d been wild then without Woodhill haunting him yet. The idea excited me for some reason. “Would you want to see me kissing a girl?” I asked curiously. Aaron’s grip on his bottle tightened again.
