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“Not much, but this one has a story, and the women are hot.”
“Not as hot as you,” I tell her, pulling her against me.
“Nice,” she laughs.
“I’m serious,” I say, losing my smile and kissing her because I want her to know that I am serious. “But I’m down to watch a movie of two hot women getting it on – as long as I get to touch you while we do.”
“That can be arranged,” she says, wrapping her arms around my neck. “Can you lose the rest of your clothes and join me in the hot tub? There should already be perfectly hot water in there, with the bubbles already going and a bottle of champagne chilling. I asked for chocolate-dipped strawberries, too. Do you eat those?”
“I can’t say I’ve ever really had the opportunity to eat a chocolate-dipped strawberry.”
“Oh, I’m going to feed them to you, then,” She slides my underwear off, kisses my collarbone, and then pulls my shirt off. “I love that you don’t wear a bra. Your nipples are so perfect.” She pulls one into her mouth.
“We can’t go to that hot tub if you’re doing this,” I say, keeping her there with my hand because I love when she does this.
“I was going to do this in the hot tub.” She kisses my neck.
We finally head toward the hot tub a minute later, my nipple sore from the sucking and nibbling. The bathroom is larger than the old studio apartment I had before my aunt got sick. The jacuzzi could easily fit six people, the shower is separate, and there’s also a sauna, apparently. It could fit those same six people, or even a different six, I think as I watch her pour us each a glass of champagne. She hands it to me, and I take a sip. She picks up a strawberry coated in chocolate and presses it to my lips. I take a bite. The chocolate cracks a bit, and I try to gather it all in my mouth. She laughs at me. Then, she steals the rest of the berry for herself. She gives me a quick kiss, takes a drink of her own champagne, and slips into the bubbling water.
It turns out that I do like chocolate strawberries, but I like the taste of them on her lips even more. I finish my champagne, which I’m sure is a mistake, and climb into the tub, facing her. We just stare at one another for a long time. Then, she smiles softly, and I smile back. I stretch my legs out. She takes the invitation and moves into me, hovering over me with her hands on the side of the tub, holding her up.
“Well, what did you think of the strawberry?” she asks, and I can feel the warmth of her breath on my skin.
“I want to make you come in here,” I say, ignoring the question. “Will you let me?”
“Yes,” she says.
I reach between her legs and find her clit, swollen and hard.
“Stay just like this,” I say.
She does. Water thrashes as she comes in my hand minutes later. Her lips meet mine, and I can taste the champagne on them now, along with the chocolate and sweet berry. Her taste is intoxicating, and just for a second, I think that maybe all that I feel is real. It’s not just sex – though, that’s fucking amazing – it’s more. Maybe her pheromones are meant to be with my pheromones. Maybe we’re supposed to be together like this, but also like something else, too.
“You okay?” she asks me when she pulls away from the kiss.
“I’m a little hot suddenly,” I say, smiling up at her.
“You’re a little hot?” She laughs. “I just came, and I think there’s more water on the floor than in here now.”
“More champagne and more strawberries?” I suggest.
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After the hot tub, we sit at the small table against the wall of windows overlooking the city. She had appetizers brought up for us before we’d even arrived, so we have more champagne and just talk. We don’t talk much about my aunt this time. We discuss pretty much everything else, though. We talk about how different our lives have been and still are. It’s hours of talking, and I find myself watching the clock that’s above the gas-burning fireplace. I don’t want this night to end. I love talking to her, getting to know her, but I don’t want to wait another month until I get to touch her again.
“Bed?”
“What?” she asks.
“Bed?” I repeat.
“Oh, sure,” she says as if that’s not why we’re here.
“What movie did you order?” I ask her as we walk into the bedroom we haven’t even used yet.
“Something with a terrible title,” she replies.
I laugh and say, “That’s all of them.”
