Why, because were weirder? I asked.
No, he said, laughing up at me, because your relationship works. It just flat works for you guys. You make me feel that out there somewhere is someone weird enough to make me happy.
Id rather not do the bathroom, Nathaniel said, it takes forever to dry my hair.
Jason let me down, so I was standing on the floor again. Im leaning toward the living room.
There are chairs, and the couch has a back and arms, Nathaniel said.
How sturdy is the coffee table?
Not that sturdy, Nathaniel said.
Id caught on. No, not sturdy enough to have sex on.
Start in the living room, move to the bedroom? Jason said, making it a question.
I looked at Nathaniel. He nodded, and gave a little shrug.
Deal, I said.
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T HEY HAD A disagreement on whether I should leave my heels on or take them off. Nathaniel voted for on; Jason wanted off. Jasons point was, I want to go down on her, and the heels will hurt.
Nathaniels point was, Yeah, the heels hurt, whats your point?
I settled the argument this way. Whoever is doing the oral sex on me gets his preference on the shoes.
Lose the shoes, Jason said, and there was a look in his face that tightened things low in my body without him touching me at all.
I lost the shoes. They lay on their side in the dimness of the living room. The only light was what spilled in from the kitchen doorway. I stood in front of the couch, while they moved the coffee table far to one side of the room.
Jason came back and dropped to his knees in front of me. He gazed up at me with one half of his face lit, the other in darkness. The look in the one eye I could clearly see made me shiver.
Nathaniel came to the end of the couch and took his shorts off in one smooth motion. My pulse was in my throat at the sight of him nude in the darkened room. He let the shorts fall to the floor.