“Can I come, Drew?” Vincent asked.
“Sure, come on. Us men will go home, find some sports.”
I laughed at that. Drew didn’t watch sports. I’d never seen him watch sports.
“You think that’s funny?” he asked, kissing me goodbye.
“Uh-uh, you should do that. I think it’s baseball season,” I teased.
Celeste, Alicia, and I walked up the beach back to our house about an hour later. I’d known Celeste and Alicia for almost a year now. I never saw them this way. I was fascinated by the way Alicia leaned into her like I would Drew and held her hand walking down the beach. I was intrigued by the relationship they had. They were so in love, and I found myself curious about their lives behind closed doors for the first time.
“I walked in on Celeste going down on Alicia today,” I blurted out. Drew stopped dead in his tracks, looked up to me, speechless, entering our room from the shower.
“Okay, and you needed to tell me this, why?”
“I don’t know. You’re my husband. I’m supposed to tell you everything,” I retorted, pulling the covers back.
“There are some things you don’t have to tell me. That’s one of them. I can’t picture Celeste like that. I’m sure she doesn’t want me picturing her like that. Gross. Where were they?”
“In their room. I thought Celeste was on the phone. Vince told me she was on the phone.”
“Are you jealous? I can do that for you, if that’s what this is about.”
“It’s not. I mean, yes, you can do that, but that’s not why I told you.”
“Okay, why did you tell me then?”
“I don’t know. I’m just curious about them, I guess. You know, about them both being females and being in love and stuff.”
“You’ve always known they were a couple.”
“I’m curious about their sex life though.”
“Oh, man, Morgan. Do we have to discuss this? I can’t work with Celeste and think about that. I’ll have to fire her and I don’t want to do that. She’s really good.”
“Alicia says she’s good in bed. Do you think a girl can be good in bed, I mean with like another girl?”
Drew threw his head back, covered his face with his hands and groaned, frustrated that I was having this conversation.
“Where’s your laptop?” I asked.
“Why?”
“I want to watch a video.”
“You want to watch porn?”
“Yes.”
“But not just normal porn, right?”
“No.”
“You want to watch girls?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“I already told you. I’m curious.”
“We’ve seen porn with girls before.”
“Yeah, but I wasn’t curious then. I didn’t think about it like I do now, like them being in love. They were just acting, doing it for show. Go get your laptop. I want to watch it.”
Drew shook his head, but walked out to get his computer.
We watched for a little bit. Well, I watched, Drew was more in tune to my reaction to the two beautiful girls on his screen.
“You do know it’s still cheating if it’s the same sex, don’t you,” Drew asked. I turned back to look at him.
“You afraid I’m going to wake up gay tomorrow?” I teased, amused at him.
“Well, you’re curious. Isn’t that how, why everyone has sex? Does that turn you on?” he asked, nodding back to the screen.
I turned back to the sixty-nine positioned women, noticing the throb between my legs. “What do you think?” I asked, moving Drew’s hand between my legs.
“Your panties are wet,” he rasped, rubbing through the silk barrier. I closed his laptop, and he set it aside. “Take them off.”
Sliding out of my panties and lifting my shirt over my head, I slid to a laying position. Drew ran his fingers up my slippery folds, and I moaned.
“Fuck, baby,” he said, becoming aroused at how wet I was.
“Lick it, Drew.”
“You know my dick grows in point three seconds when you say that, don’t you?”
“Hmm. Mmm,” I moaned, feeling two fingers slide deep inside my pussy.
Drew violated my throbbing, over aroused pussy, causing me to moan, writhe my hips into him, and spread myself, wanting him to see me, touch me, and taste me. We were both so into what we were doing and what we were going to do when Nicholas decided that he needed me more than Drew needed me.
“Shit.” Drew stopped all movement. I groaned, moved his hand away from my pissed off pussy and got up.
Sliding my robe on, I left Drew, face down, beating the mattress over his head with unsatisfied punches.