“Melanie Lauren Spicola, will you marry me?” I even got on one knee, just for the effect, despite disliking the submissive undertones.
“Yes … yes … yes!” Melanie told me, jumping into my arms and peppering my face with kisses, “word of warning, though. I’m Catholic and I hope to marry in the Church. There’s no take-backs now, dear. No divorces. You can’t return me now or exchange me down the road. You’re stuck with my goofy blonde ass!”
“That’s odd, because from where I’m standing, your ass doesn’t look goofy. Just nicely tanned, that’s all. With just the slightest tan line where your butt-crack begins,” I teased, “are you saying that this is now my private property? In that case, let me inspect it a bit.”
“Honey, this is all yours … forever … and yes, I’ll take it balls deep in that hole, too. No holes are barred to you, sir. You’re my intended, my fiance, my betrothed. I’m all yours, all the way, no restrictions, no limits. From now on, I belong to you, Simon Haven. I’m your property, babe, and not just my tush,” Melanie told me while bending over and spreading her cheeks to show me her crack at last.
“Hmm … someone’s in touch with her inner slave girl, ain’t she? That’s awful submissive talk from someone who just invited her way into a man’s marriage bed for eternity. For the record, though, I’m not going to go that far … at least not right now. I’m already feeling … very guilty about cheating on Eddie as it is. That was rather naughty of me, but lately … well, I’m hooked on these dirty games with my own brother, and I don’t know if they’ll stop if this lockdown continues. It’s like a fucking drug or something, the real adrenaline rush of it all.
“I’ve … made commitments to Simon that conflict with my exclusive relationship with my boyfriend. Ergo why I need to get a hall pass from him and give him, too. Simon called me on my bullshit there. That was a pretty hypocritical case of jealousy on my part earlier. Simon, thankfully, held me to account, which is ironic, since the only person that I’ve really cheated on Eddie with so far … is Simon himself.
“I don’t know how far I can or will go, but I do need to have that talk with my boyfriend before this gets out of hand. After supper, that is. I want one last meal before my tense conversation with Eddie,” Becca confessed her conflict over her lustful games with me and her promise of fidelity to her beau.
“The condemned woman’s last meal? Well, how’s it for that purpose?” Janine fished for compliments on her cooking.
“Are you kidding? If I were for any reason to be on death row, I would grovel to have this as my last meal and you as the cook, trust me!” Becca told Janine, making her friend almost swoon at that kind of praise.
“Sis, I think that you just made her whole day,” I told Becca now.
“Yes, well, next you just need some anal sex,” Paige joked, the rest of us waiting for the punchline.
“Why’s that?” I asked Paige, not sure of what to expect in this context.
“Well, that would make her hole weak,” Paige punned, winking at each of us.
We all nearly fell over from laughter at that raunchy jest. It really was the perfect way to cut some of the tension in the air, especially with the growing, awkward sexual chemistry between my sister and me. Janine even spewed out a little of her own wine, it was such a snort-out-your drink moment of raucous mirth.
So far, I thought, this lockdown turned out better than expected, despite the cock-teasing sure to continue during the sleepover.
After all, I had just gotten engaged to a girl straight out of my wildest, steamiest, kinkiest fantasies. Melanie was a woman who wanted me as I was, not as she would like to make or as society would have me be. Now I just had to make sure that Heather, my neighbor with benefits, was on side.
I had a sneaky suspicion that she was that kind of girl. So far, after all, she was loathe to even mention any kind of future or ask me my intentions. She had even made a point that she was a fuckbuddy or booty call, NOT a girlfriend. Unless she was lying through her teeth, Heather would be cool.
Well, it was likely a long sleepover, as Becca noted. I had plenty of time to figure things out, even if it was while being tantalized by so much beauty. All in all, I got lucky. I wasn’t stuck in Orlando like Eddie or New York like my folks, after all. There were worse things than this. Far worse. What a life!
Chapter 4
“You know, strictly speaking, that’s rape,” I pointed to the scene from Game of Thrones that we restarted on HBO.
“I wouldn’t press charges,” Becca confessed now to my shock.
“Me, neither!” Melanie agreed, surprising me further.
“Nor I,” Paige added her voice.
“Nope, not a chance. See how she stops really fighting him after a while. She’s pissed at him, but she still wants the brotherly dick,” Janine made it four ladies all agreed that they wouldn’t object to Ser Jaime Lannister taking them by force.
“So, wait, let me see if I get this straight here. I’ll even pause it for you,” I paused the show to prove my point, “you’re all telling me that if Ser Jaime Lannister, specifically, forced you to have sex with him, if he raped you, you’d be happy with him?”
“That’s one way of putting it,” Becca giggled now.
“What’s another way of putting it, then? I’m a bit confused as to female psychology here. Modern culture repeatedly says that … you know, ‘no means no.’ If you ignore the ‘no’ and go ahead, it’s rape. Period. End of story. Go to jail. Go directly to jail. Do not pass Go. Do not collect two hundred dollars. Or in Westeros, it’s the knife or the black. Those are your choices. Castration or lifelong celibacy along a frozen wall of ice. Mind you, I would take the black myself, just because there’s some hope there. Castration, that’s the end of all hope. At least in terms of sex.”
“I’d love to be a Mole’s Town whore or a Wildling, especially if I could grab you, yank down your black trousers, and take you by force,” Janine added, which really raised eyebrows now.