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“And? You guys have sex? Fall in love? What?” I push.
She laughs. “Yes, to the first, absolutely no to the second. He was just a selfish jerk all the way around. In the bedroom and out of it.”
I pick up my coffee and take a sip. “No good in bed? What did you do with him?”
I’m not sure why I need to know these things, but I do. Plus, the delicious pink coloring her cheeks is worth it.
“Aside from cheating on me with a stripper, he was very vanilla, I’ll leave it at that,” she answers.
“Have you ever given a blow job, Taryn?” I ask.
“I mean, sorta yeah. I did it once or twice with him.”
I just stare at her, waiting for her to continue.
After a long pause, she says, “I’m not sure I could give you one, though.”
Furrowing my brow, I ask with a smirk, “Why’s that? BJs are like pizza. Even the bad ones are good.”
She shakes her head, and then a furious blush takes over her face. “Because I don’t think I could get that thing all the way in my mouth.” She uses her chin to gesture toward my crotch.
Chuckling, I say, “I beg to differ. And I’ll show you how.”
“Why are you so nasty?” she suddenly asks with a grin.
“I think the word you’re looking for is freaky. Or direct. I’m both of those things, though BJs aren’t really freaky. They’re kinda normal. Like the way I eat your pussy. I love it.”
She quirks an eyebrow. “Is that so?”
“I have another question.”
“You do seem to be full of them today,” she quips. “Shoot.”
“Why are your tits so much bigger than when you were twenty-one?” I ask.
She grins and looks down. “College graduation present to myself. Hated those B-cups.” She squeezes one.
I chuckle. “They’re at least Ds now.”
“Sure are.” She stands and gathers her dishes, heading for the kitchen. I watch as her ample ass cheeks peek out from beneath the hem of my white tee shirt.
“I think that’s enough questions for today. I need to get home. I have shit to do,” she states, rinsing off her plate, fork, and glass and loading them into my dishwasher.
I grin. “Like what? Laundry? Washing your hair?”
Her eyes meet mine from where she stands at the sink. I’m still seated at the small table in the kitchen. I never use the formal dining room.
“Something like that,” she says, biting back a smile.
“Well, when you’re done with those things, you can suck my cock.”
She almost drops the plate in her hand. It doesn’t break but I do laugh at the look on her face.
“Too much?” I ask, trying not to double over laughing.
She slowly shakes her head. “Not really.”
“Okay, it’s a date then. You do your chores then I’ll pick you up later and we can have some fun.”
