Chapter 22

Liz rolled off the couch and onto the floor again.

“Can we be serious for a minute?” she asked.

“I was serious,” I said with a shrug. “I don’t find sexual experimentation to be a problem. I mean, yeah, if you want to put a gag in my mouth and beat me with a whip, I’m not going to play along. But if you think of a position or ... something ... you might want to try, I’m pretty sure I won’t protest too loudly.”

“I’ve done bondage,” Liz admitted. “Some of it is OK but I don’t like being hit.”

“Well, duh,” I said, turning to sit up so she could sit beside me.

“Some people do,” Liz said. “I’ve ... I’ve had people ask me to tie them up and spank them. Guys ... not girls. I don’t mind being restrained so long as it’s for pleasure and not for pain.”

“Yeah,” I said. “I’ve never been on the other side but I knew a girl that liked to be tied up and teased.”

“I like that,” Liz said. “It’s ... just something for variety, you know. It’s not something I like every day or even every month. But once in a while, it’s fun.”

“I agree,” I said. “Do you think we should get dressed before we start this conversation?”

“Probably,” Liz said, smiling. “At the least, it will keep me from demonstrating some of my favorite ways.”

I shrugged.

“I’m not opposed to demonstrations,” I said.

Liz laughed but bent over to pick up her panties from the floor. I took the opportunity to run my hands over her shapely butt.

“God, is sex all you ever think about?” she asked through her knees. She shook her butt at me when I pulled my hands away and I realized she was joking. She skipped forward when I reached out again and wiggled her butt as she pulled her panties up her legs. She tossed me my boxers and then sat down beside me topless.

“So, I guess I should tell you what I absolutely do not like,” she said. “I don’t like outside participants; I don’t like torture and I don’t like pee.”

I pulled my underwear on as I waited for the rest of the list. I turned my head when I understood that the three things she’d mentioned was all that she planned to list.

“That’s it?” I asked.

Liz nodded.

“There are some things I have to be in the mood for but, yeah, those are the three things I will never do again – even with you,” she declared.

“You’re not going to have me asking for any of those things,” I said. “I’ve never done any of them and I’m not interested in trying them.”

“You asked me about an orgy with Caley and that group,” she said.

“Jokingly,” I said. “I’ve never been good at sharing. That is one question I asked Sarah about.”

“You asked Sarah about ... sharing sex partners?” Liz asked. I played my statement back and shook my head quickly.

“No, no,” I said. “I asked her if you had a reputation as a ... cheater. She assured me that you don’t.”

“I have before,” Liz admitted with a frown. “I’m not proud of it but I’ve done it.”

“Years ago,” I added.

“Huh?” Liz asked, lost in her thoughts.

I repeated my statement.

“Oh, yeah, God, I was like 18 or 19 when it happened,” she said. “I’ve been cheated on a lot and I don’t like it. I don’t play that game.”

“Me, either,” I said.

“I knew that,” Liz said again. “I heard one of the cheerleaders at school saying you totally shot her down.”

“Uh, that was years ago, too,” I pointed out. “When I was at college, fidelity was an issue for me. The girls I tended to date didn’t consider it a priority and I grew to think that way, too. Thankfully, I grew out of it. I will say that I’ve never cheated on anyone that I had ... real feelings for.”

“I can say the same thing,” Liz said. “I guess it’s part of growing up. I still feel like shit when I think about it.”

“Me, too,” I said. “It’s what keeps me from doing it again.”

“Yeah,” Liz agreed. “A comedian says a man is as faithful as his options. I hope he’s wrong. Uh, once word gets out about us, your options are going to expand exponentially. There are a lot of women in my business that would use you to get back at me.”

“No,” I said. “If they try, they’ll hate you even more when I’m done telling them all the reasons I’m with you and not with them.”

Liz smiled again and I could see she had left the funk she’d been in.

“And, to be clear, the list will not include a mention of how sexy I find you when you’re sitting half naked on my couch,” I added.

“Oh, you can add that if you want,” Liz said. “You can even tell them I suck cock like a champ.”

I looked down and shook my head.

“I do!” Liz declared.

“I know,” I said. “I just experienced it firsthand.”

Liz held up both of her palms to me.

“First and second-hand,” she said, giggling. It caused her breasts to bob nicely. “I practiced on bananas and cucumbers when I was a kid. I figured if I ever got a guy interested in me I was going to have to suck a lot of dick to keep him. That’s my key to keep you faithful. I’ll keep you so satisfied that you wouldn’t dare look at anyone else.”

I put my arm around her and drew her close.

“I like being with you,” I said. “If you never do that again, I still want to be with you. If you wake up tomorrow and can’t sing a note, I still want to be with you. If you go bankrupt next week, I still want to be with you. OK?”

Liz looked at me for a long moment and I saw a tear slip down her cheek.

“Hey, I wasn’t trying to be mean,” I said.

“It’s not that,” Liz said. “You are the person in the world that knows the most about me. Yeah, a lot of people think they do but they’re wrong. I never talk to anyone about my early life. With anyone else, I gloss over a lot of the things I’ve done. I’ve told you almost everything I can think of ... and then you say that. I...”

She stopped and hugged me tightly.

I returned the hug and kissed her on the temple. She sniffed and sat back up.

“Well, the other stuff might happen,” she said. “I might lose my voice and my money. But I’ll always be willing to...”

She mimed a giving a blowjob. I laughed and shook my head.

“So, you don’t think I’m ... sluttish?” Liz asked. She was smiling but her eyes were serious.

“No,” I answered immediately. “I mean, it might be different if you were pulling hobos off the street and offering to hum them. But with a partner you know, I don’t see anything wrong with an expanded sexual repertoire.”

“So, uh, let’s say next week, I want you to do my butt, are you OK with it?” Liz asked.

I gulped slightly.

“If you are,” I said.

“I am,” Liz admitted with embarrassment. “I enjoy it that way. I mean, not every time but more often than most people, I think. I ... I always clean up back there before I ask.”

“It’s fine,” I said.

Liz nodded.

“While we’re on the subject of ... butts,” she said, “I won’t mind if you want to ... play ... back there.”

I know the confusion in my brain reached my face.

“Like ... a finger?” I asked.

“A finger when we’re doing it or when you’re down on me,” Liz said, blushing. “A tongue feels nice, too. I ... I wanted to try that with you.”

“Try what?” I asked.

“It’s something I’ve never done with a guy,” Liz said. “I’ve seen it in movies but I’ve never been with a guy I felt OK asking. Now I am.”

“I still don’t understand,” I said. “I’m not sure I want anything in my butt.”

“No,” Liz said, smiling despite her embarrassment. “When I was down on you I thought about ... Do you know what rimming is?”

“No,” I admitted.

“You lick your partner’s butt,” Liz said. She blew out her breath.

“Oh,” I said.

“Yeah,” she said. “I’m sorry I brought it up.”

“No, it’s OK,” I said. “I mean, I’ve never had that done but I guess it’s OK if you want to try that. I ... I thought about doing it to you, too.”

“You did?” Liz asked.

“The way you were situated at the end, it was right at eye level,” I said. “I thought about running my tongue up to it or ... you know, trying a finger. Then I decided that would put a quick end to the night if you were opposed.”

“That’s what stopped me from doing it to you,” Liz said, laughing again. “I’m not nearly as embarrassed talking about this as I thought I’d be. Uh, one other thing I don’t really like. I mean, I’m not totally opposed but I’d prefer not to have sex when I’m on my period. For some reason, it’s just not comfortable for me.”

“I’m OK with abstaining during your time,” I said. “There is something really disconcerting to a guy when he sees blood all over his dick. But, I mean, I’ve ... played with a girlfriend before during her time. No insertion but just sort of played with her ... uh...”

“Clit,” Liz provided.

“Yeah,” I said. I was now the one blushing.

“That might be OK,” Liz said. “I’ve masturbated during my time and it was OK. We’ll try that if you want.”

“It’s more about what you want,” I said. “This might come as a shock to you but, well, I’m a guy. I’m not very likely to turn down any sexual act that might catch your fancy.”

“So long as it doesn’t involve other partners, pain or getting pissed on,” Liz said.

“Definitely,” I said. “You let someone pee on you?”

Liz sighed but nodded.

“It was fucking gross,” she said.