“Look at me.”
She did.
“It was very sexy,” he said.
“It felt sexy.”
“I wish I could’ve had my mouth on your cunt,” he told her. “To taste it.”
“Really? That’s weird.”
“You’re so young.”
She made a face. “Don’t say that.”
“But you are.”
“I don’t say: ‘You’re so old.’”
“I am old, honey,” he said.
“Does it matter?”
“You have a good attitude,” Gerald said. “You are a good person. You have a golden heart and soul.”
“I want you to fuck me,” she whispered. “I want to suck your fat dick again.”
“Have you ever been fucked while on your period?”
“Yes,” she said. “I don’t like it.”
“Why?”
“Blood.”
“It’s only blood.”
“Blood on a cock?”
“I like blood on my cock. And other nasty things.”
“You’re testing me,” she said.
“No.”
“I’ll do anything with you. You know more than me. So teach me.” These words felt so alien coming out of her mouth.
The Second Man
“He’s looking at you,” Gerald said.
“Who?”
“That man.”
“I know,” Sharon said. “He’s been looking at me for a while.”
They were at the bar. Sitting at the counter. The man, in a dark suit, sat across from them. Sharon was drinking wine; Gerald had a martini.
“He’s handsome.”
“He’s okay.”
“He’s handsome,” Gerald said again.
“Yeah? So why don’t you fuck him?”
“You’re going to fuck him.”
Sharon sipped her wine.
“I know you want to.” He leaned close to her ear. “Close your eyes, and listen to the train.”
She did.
“You’re hot,” he said.
“I’m wet,” she said.
“You will fuck him.”
“You want me to fuck another man?”
“I want you to fuck,” he said.
She opened her eyes. “So what do we do? Go over there, make a proposition?”
“Don’t be coy.”
“This is your game, Master.”
“We don’t want him to feel set-up. We want it to seem natural. We’ll go back to our seats and wait a bit. Ten minutes. You’ll come back, alone, and let it play as it lays.”
They left the bar. Sharon quickly glanced at the man; he was admiring the contour of her ass. She made eye contact.
The Indecent Encounter
His name was Andrew and he didn’t take too long to approach her. Sharon was at the counter, having another glass of wine, alone this time. Andrew used the excuse to get another drink and sit next to her. Sharon ignored him.
“I can’t drink wine,” he said.
She sighed. “Why?”
“Bad memories.”
“Wine?” She looked at him.
“Silly high school nights.”
“So what do you drink now?”
“Bloody Marys.”
“I prefer margaritas.”
“Can I get you one?”
“I’m drinking wine.”
He nodded. “Can I ask you something?”
“Sure.”
“Your name.”
“Sharon.”
He told her his name.
They drank.
“Can I ask you something again?”
“Sure.”
“The guy you were here with, not long ago,” he said.
“Yeah?”
“Husband?”
“No.”
“Boyfriend?”
“No.
“Lover?”
“Eh.”
“Father? Uncle?”
“Why do you ask?”
“Stranger?”
“You’re the stranger,” she said.
“Okay, so this is bad,” he said.
“Why is it bad?”
“I’m making a fool of myself.”
“What’s a fool?”
He laughed.
“Funny?”
“You’re beautiful,” he said.
“So are you,” she said.
