I couldn’t resist calling Elaine to find out how Harker liked her pigtails.

“At first I think he hated them,” she said. “Or maybe he was just stunned.”

“So he didn’t immediately ravish you?”

“It was almost like he was paralyzed. I said something silly like, ‘Don’t you love me anymore?’ He said of course he did. So I asked him to prove it. Not in so many words. Well, more or less in those words. While leading him to bed.”

“How did that work out?”

“Maybe I was too aggressive. I mean we were fucking okay, but I could tell something was wrong. Like he wasn’t really into it. After a while I said something like, ‘Aren’t you going to come?’ He scowled and said, ‘Aren’t you?’ So we kind of separated, him lying on the daybed, me standing next to it. We stared at each other. I’d forgotten all about the pigtails. I said, ‘If I were that French chick, Alyssa, with her hair halfway down her ass, you’d have come sixty-nine times by now.’ He kind of scoffed. He said, ‘Not sixty-nine times.’ ‘How many then?’ I asked. ‘Thirty-three?’ he said. Like he wasn’t sure. A moment later we both laughed.”

“That is funny,” I said.

“Right,” Elaine said. “So I said, ‘Okay, pretend it’s Alyssa standing here watching you. Show her how you come for her.’

“‘You mean masturbate?’ he said.

“‘Yeah, masturbate,’ I told him.

“So he started touching himself. Stroking. Gosh, Niah, he has such a lovely cock.’”

“Did he come?”

“He didn’t. I was thinking back to high school, some of us girls talking about guys, about how quick they shoot off. Just touch their cocks and they gazz. Even outside their pants. I wondered about the first girl to touch Harker’s cock. Whether he came instantly. Meanwhile he’s stroking and stroking. I tell him, “C’mon Harker. Come. Show me how you come. Show Alyssa how you come.’

“‘I’m trying to,’ he said.

“Poor guy.”

“I know.”

“So what happened.”

“I took pity on him.”

“Before I could sink fully down, he was coming. Me too! I guess watching him had turned me on more than I’d realized. Afterward, we lay there quietly for a long time. I was just circling my fingers ‘round one of his nipples. Tugging one of those stray hairs. I tugged a little harder and he said ouch. I kissed his nipple to make it feel better. Then we fucked some more. I was on top again. Fucking him as slow as possible. I asked him, ‘When you came before, were you thinking of Alyssa?’ ‘Who?’ he said. We laughed. It’s so cool to laugh and fuck at the same time. ‘Seriously?’ I asked. ‘Seriously,’ he claimed. ‘Seriously, it was one of the five best cums ever.’ ‘Five best?’ I said. ‘What were the top four?’ ‘Shut up,’ he said, and he wrestled me over and fucked me so hard, so hard and good.”

Elaine didn’t say anything after that, and when the pause had gone on long enough, I asked, “Was it one of your five best cums ever?”

“Maybe,” Elaine said. “Definitely in the top ten. So I guess the pigtails worked out okay, all in all.”

“Good to hear,” I said. It was, but I was thinking maybe I need to give Elaine and Harker a lesson on how to fuck a girl with pigtails.