We finish eating, and Vicki and her husband wave off my offer to help clean up, so I head back up to our room. I figure Lucy will join me, but she says the light’s better down here, and I don’t argue. I have no idea what she could be working on since we’re between semesters, but knowing Lucy, she probably wrangled the syllabus for next term from a professor and she’s halfway through the course. That’s definitely not me. I like to keep busy, but schoolwork is not my preferred jam.
And it’s strange. I’m not sure quite where we stand. About twenty-four hours ago, we were naked in bed together. But we only agreed to one night, and though I’m more than willing to bend the rules, Lucy’s a stickler.
I unlock the door—with an actual key! This place is straight out of the 1900s, andI love it. I toe off my shoes and shuck my jeans, but in deference to Lucy, I fold them neatly and place them on a chair. I don’t really have the energy to find sweats and Lucy’s seen all the goods anyway, so I sprawl out on the bed in boxer briefs and a hoodie. It’s a lot like home. Though, at home, we have gaming systems. At the VD Lounge? Not so much. Turning on the TV, I scroll through the channels, looking for something good. There’s a legal drama that Phoebe got me hooked on, but I don’t want to keep watching without her. I keep scrolling until the remote channel lands on a steamy cop show. Hmmm. I could do with some soft-core porn and a flimsy storyline, so I tune in.
Five minutes later, my hand is on my stiffening cock. This shit doesn’t get me nearly as hot as Lucy does, but it’ll get the job done. I rub my dick as the guy on screen peels the woman’s dress off. It’s some corset-y thing, and it takes a minute for him to undress her. It’s sweet torture as I picture myself relieving Lucy of the same kind of dress.
I hear the snick of a key in the lock, but it doesn’t register in time for me to pull my hand from my pants. And really, would it matter anyway? I’m alone, half-naked, in bed in a darkened room with naked people on the TV. Doesn’t take a genius to figure out what’s going on here.
And Lucy is one smart cookie.
“Hey, do you mind if I—Oh. Oh my God, I’m sorry. I should have knocked. Or texted. Or…”
“Nah, this is on me, not you. I wasn’t super into it anyway. I’ll just grab a shower and, uh, take care of business. Feel free to change the channel.”
But I don’t move from the bed and Lucy doesn’t move either, except to close the door behind her.
“You’re so casual about it,” she says, threading her hands together.
“Masturbation? It’s not that big of a deal. Everybody does it. And if they don’t, they damn well should. Or are you just talking about sex in general?”
“Um, kind of both? I’ve never been very vocal about sex. Or during it, actually. Except with you.”
“Am I supposed to apologize or…”
She switches her weight from her left foot to her right, still standing in the doorway. “No, of course not. Not at all. It’s a good thing. A very good thing. Just something I’m not exactly used to. I find that when I’m around you, new experiences are daily occurrences.”
“Like eating in the car?” I tease.
“Yes, although I’m still on the fence about that.”
“Uh...says the girl who ate her orange cranberry scone in the passenger’s seat today. Don’t think I didn’t notice.”
“Well, you were eating an egg sandwich, so I figured that was ok.”
“It’s more than ok. It’s road trip etiquette. It’s not a proper road trip unless your car needs to be thoroughly detailed at the end of it. But please tell me that’s not the only new experience I’ve introduced you to.”
“No, you introduced me to a dozen strangers at dinner tonight. I’ll never remember all of their names.”
I shrug. “There wasn’t a dozen. Ten, maybe. And it’s not that hard to keep everything straight. You just match their name up with—” My train of thought is lost as Lucy abandons her post in the doorway, shrugs out of her hoodie, slides her leggings off, and crawls in bed next to me.
Damn.
A nearly naked Lucy in my bed? I can definitely work with that. All thoughts of our previous conversation vanish.
“You cold, Lucy?” I ask as a shiver ripples through her body. She’s wearing a teensy tiny little tank and some lacy underwear. Sweet hell.
She shakes her head. “Not at all. But I am curious.”
“‘Bout what?” I say, my cock hard and my breath unsteady already. Just lying next to her is enough to get me going. Her body is soft and sweet, and I yearn to lose myself in it.
“About that show you were watching. Is it any good?”
I lift my shoulder in response. “It’s ok.”
She bites her lip and looks up at me. “Will you turn it on so we can watch it together?”
I think I know what she’s asking, but I need to be sure. “You want to watch with me? You sure? You do remember the part where you walked in on me stroking my dick five minutes ago, right?”
