Grace’s car was in the driveway, so I slipped quietly through the front door to avoid waking her. I tiptoed through the dark house, moving slowly to avoid hitting anything. Jake and Imelda must have cleared out of town as they had promised once semester ended; they would be long gone and a long time coming back.
I stood near the kitchen in the dark and realized I needed a stiff one, so quiet as a thief, I opened a cupboard, took down a shot glass, and lifted one of the many bottles we kept on hand for emergencies like shitty test scores, bad breakups, and boredom. I grimaced at the thought of the oozing shitfest of the conference and poured four fingers. I was only there to meet and greet, and that I did extraordinarily badly thanks to poorly cooked food and endlessly runny bowels the night before the conference started; at least, it had cleared up in time for my flight.
I sipped quietly as I relaxed in the dark quiet. I started when the fridge pump started up, primed for a jump-start by our weekend ghost movie marathons. I breathed in silently, listened for ominous shufflings in the dark, and chuckled silently. I considered collecting my mail which doubtless hadn’t piled up to any great extent in the five days I was gone, but decided I didn’t want to fuck with it. In fact, I shrugged, I didn’t want to fuck with anything except the gin neat in my glass. As I sipped, I added to myself, And except Grace.
She had joined us at the beginning of the semester when Glenda’s finances collapsed. As she sat across from us at the table as we interviewed her, the prominent gold cross on her chest made the most impression on me, followed by her boyish frame and severe glasses, humorless mien and precise speech. Of course, we wanted a housemate and nothing more, so she was immediately accepted, however rigidly pious in the hardcore Korean way she might be, and over the next three weeks, her appearance grew on me her personality opened up. By the end of the first month, I had a slight crush, by the end of the second month, I had given in and masturbated nightly to thoughts of her, and by the end of the third, I was pretty sure I was slightly in love as well as deeply in lust.
I smirked sadly in the darkness. She seemed to have no romantic life and no tinge of sexuality about her; strait-laced and harshly anti-sexual, I suspected she would run screaming if I were to make a delicate proposition. Somehow, that made the thought of her all the sweeter, despite her being in so many ways the opposite of my tastes. Everyone gets one hopeless crush, I guess, I thought, so just look for flaws and hope she loses her luster soon. And so for the past month, I had been a bit standoffish and distant, which seemed to have passed largely unnoticed every time she looked at me from the corner of her eyes past the ear-length hair, apart from occasional flashes of exasperation and sharp tone of voice.
Well, I thought, we two will be cheek-by-jowl the next two months. I smiled—no doubt, given my social skills, I’d piss her off so much that she’d hate me so much that the sheen would fade away completely by the end of the week and I could set about finding someone blonde and busty to extinguish my lust in. I finished the gin and set the glass down quietly; picking up my backpack, I quietly crept down the hallway, dark even with my night vision, and remembered the joking more than once after midnight on ghost nights that with my room on the opposite side of everyone else’s, I’d be the first one the ghost picked off. I fumbled at my door as I thought, “Not funny, guys, thanks ever so much.” I crept into my room, glad that the hinges were well-oiled, and breathed more easily once the door was closed. I turned on the desk lamp long enough to check briefly that everything was in place; the clock read 2:27 AM, so I quickly undressed, doused the light, and crawled into bed.
I lay there for a moment, debating whether to have a leisurely whack to break the celibacy I had been unable to break at the conference, but decided it was a good start on getting over Grace and, despite my raging erection, fell right to sleep. In my dream, I chased a scrawny cat that ignored me all around the house, never letting me nearer than a yard and seeming to smile as it flicked its tail disdainfully to my demands to let me pet it, then suddenly, I knew there was a ghost in the house. The cat flicked away to leave me to my fate, and I woke to see a white nightgown in the gloom in front of my closed door, and then the head above it. She whispered quietly, “You’re home.”
After a second, I breathed out. “You need to stop showing us those damn Asian ghost movies,” I whispered. “You nearly offed me from shock.”
She smiled, “Have to keep you off-balance.” She walked to my bed and looked down, suddenly smiling, I realized in a new shock to my system, at the massive erection poking up where I had uncovered myself in my dream. “I know you don’t like me,” she whispered, “but I really like you. Really, I’m a very nice girl once you get to know me.”
“Riiight. You can’t stand me.”
“I’m sorry I’m not a silly American girl who lets everyone read her thoughts. You clearly need to recalibrate your social antennas.”
Bewildered, I said, “But…what if it goes wrong? We have to live together.”
She cocked her head and smiled, “What if it goes right?”
I said nothing, watching as she looked up and down my body, no trace of reluctance or abhorrence in her face, and when I made no move to cover myself, she said, “I’m overdressed, sorry,” and lifted her gown over her head to stand nude before me. Although she was thin as a rail, almost as thin as I had suspected, she was exquisite, her muscles well-toned and her prominent collarbone, ribs, and hip bones seeming strong as stone, her thick black triangle stark against her skin bluish-gray in the dark; standing straight and unembarrassed, she made me think of closely controlled power, no emaciation of body or spirit, and even her small breasts were perfectly formed and firm, the nipples standing out half an inch each expressing the same desire I thought I saw in her eyes. As my cock started throbbing, she whispered, “Or maybe you do like me.”
I held out my hand to her, and she grinned and lay atop me; I smiled at the thought that while she was extraordinarily light, she was much heavier and solider than any ghost. She squeezed me tightly as her tongue thrust impatiently into my mouth; she sucked on my lips as I felt the hot slickness of her other lips rubbing along the underside of my cock. As I explored her back, she whispered, “No noise. Complete silence. We’ll make so much noise later. Tonight I just want to feel you and smell you and taste you. Let me drink you in like a soft rain.” In response, I pulled her head down and sucked her tongue into my mouth.
Her body had its own intoxicating charms so different from what I had known, the muscles hard against my body with only the skin between us. Her body was taut and electric-quick to the touch, her neck a column of tendons and muscle with her blood throbbing under my lips; her breasts fit my hands perfectly as her breath quickened. Soon she shifted ever so slightly on my hips and let me enter her. She rested her hands on my shoulders as she worked her cunt around me and stared down at me.
“You’re mine now,” she whispered almost silently, and apart from the regular squishing of her fluids around my member and the smell of her juices thick in the air and her body somehow shining above me in the tiny gloom that crept in through my window shades, all was silent and dark and drained of sense. “Hold my hips,” she whispered more urgently. I reached up from her thighs to her hips, and she nodded as I tilted my hips to give a more direct thrust into her.
The house was silent, letting the rustling of my sheets and the whispers of her skin against mine fill my ears. No frigid nun, she watched me with evident delight and hunger for me as she took the active role. She sat up vertically, pushing my cock head hard against her front wall, and kept me deeply imbedded as she ground her clit against me. Her cross bounced between her breasts in rhythm with her hips, giving me something to focus on so as not to spill too quickly.
She whispered, “Is it good?”
“Better than I had dreamed.”
“You’ve dreamed of me?”
“Night after night, after fantasizing about you.”
“Fantasizing doing what?”
“This. And other things.”
“We’ll have to try them then.”
She experimented with the rhythm as we built to our climax, but at the end, she pinned me to the bed and fucked down onto me without circling her hips. She covered my mouth with her hand suddenly as her pussy squeezed tight around me and we came together. She never closed her eyes as she stared at her possession, queen of the realm and goddess of passion. My sperm drained into her, a week of celibacy flooding her as her own fluids squirted onto me.
She collapsed onto me as her pulsations ended, and she took her hand from my mouth and kissed me. “I told you, silence. I won’t have you moan.”
“I wouldn’t let myself.”
“No harm done.” She lifted herself off me and said, “Suck me clean.” She settled onto my face and leaned down, lying full atop me as she licked me. I was unable to see her folds in the shadow of her thigh, so I let my tongue explore her. Her lips were long and thick; our combined juices poured onto my face, and as I licked into her folds, I felt her take my head into her mouth and begin sucking without hesitation or haste. Soon she had moved her knees forward, opening herself completely to me, and taken me fully inside her throat.
I caressed her body, feeling her muscles all over her body as she devoured me without embarrassment, taking me in completely and then withdrawing, circling her hips as I circled my tongue. We explored each other’s sex slowly and thoroughly, playing around to see what each liked best. After ten minutes, she whispered urgently, “Suck me dry now.” She rode my face as I tried to keep up with her, and when she came, there was no trace of the demureness I expected from the way she always carried herself. She pounded fast and hard all over me, doing whatever it took to come hard and clearly needed it hard to come.
After she came, she lifted herself off me and curled up next to my hip. She whispered, “Look into my eyes. Give yourself to me. You know you must,” echoing a ghost from a few weeks before that stole the soul of its victims, and stared into my eyes. She suckled on the tip as she stroked my shaft and slowly worked me fully inside her. She nodded when I started thrusting involuntarily under her talented tongue and held me in place as I filled her swallowing throat.
She curled up next to me and whispered, “Now sleep, we have all the future ahead of us.” She nestled against me, her left thigh thrown over my hips as she pressed her sodden cunt against me. She smiled, “See, Kitty still likes you,” and I fell off almost immediately.
Despite my exhaustion, alcohol, and exercise the night before, I woke up fresh about 9. Eagerly, I felt the bed; bereft, I wondered if I had merely dreamed her. Seeing the dried stains on the sheets, I smiled and sat up. I heard noises and put on my robe. I walked quietly to the kitchen and saw Grace at the stove in shorts and a T-shirt. She blinked when she saw me and gave a shy smile, so I came to her and kissed her deeply. She started and stared at me when I pulled away to look at her, then grabbed my head and pulled me to her. She kissed me even more passionately than the night before and pulled away long enough to turn off the stove.
As we kissed again, I lifted her and carried her to her bed. Sunshine and a scented breeze filled the room through the open window, and I examined her avidly in the light as I stripped her bare. Goosebumps rose as I caressed her, and her nipples came alive as I sucked on each small breast in turn. Eager to bury myself in her again, I knelt as I pulled her shorts off and spread her thighs, finally seeing the thick lips I had felt the night before. She watched me closely, weight on her elbows, as I leaned in and explored her with fingers and tongue.
When I first uncovered her mount, her inner lips only peeked out, but within a minute, they had opened to me like an orchid. After three minutes, her tunnel enveloped three of my fingers as my lips had settled on her clitoris, and two minutes later, her breath rasped as she thrust up against my fingers in a climax as powerful as the night before, moaning quietly, “Harder, faster, don’t stop.” I continued sucking, giving her three more orgasms, until she pushed me away. She smiled as I stood before her and then she sat up and turned away from me. Looking over her shoulder, she winked and then grinned as I seized her hips and pushed home.
The boyishness of her hips disappeared in that position as her thin ass flared out toward me, rounded by her splayed-open thighs. She pushed back fast and hard against me, driving my cock deep into her, the pure lust of taking her like an animal spurring us both to pure fucking. I looked down to watch the rounded bottom of her inner lips sheathing my cock on the out-strokes and disappearing on the in-strokes, my cock rigid and still as she used it like a dildo. Her orgasms quickly continued, three in quick succession, and when I finally gave in and pounded her mercilessly, she thrust back even harder. Finally, I squeezed hard on her hips and pulled her back onto me to use her like a toy, and we bellowed in concert as we came simultaneously.
She collapsed and lay happily underneath me, and I caught my breath as I slowly softened inside her. When I had wilted, I slid off her and felt her lithe body twist in my arms to face me. She sucked my tongue into her mouth and caressed me as she fucked my mouth with her tongue, exploring her property yet again. I hardened again and she lay back and pulled me into her. I lasted longer this time, my hunger dulled, and watched her skin flush and her belly twitch as her largest orgasm yet washed over her. As her cries died out at the end, I thrust up into her and spilled a last time.
I came to after a couple of minutes and she said, “That was wonderful, but you are a bit heavy.”
I chuckled and rolled off her to hold her as she caressed my face with her fingertips and smiled benignly. “What took you so long?”
“I was exhausted.”
She stared at me in puzzlement and then said, “God, I’ve wanted that for so long. You certainly took your time.”
“Seemed rushed to me.”
She laughed, “The ultimate tease.” Puzzled in turn, I kissed her and she chuckled, “Of course, what will happen if this all goes wrong?”
“Fuck that. Like you said, what if it goes right?”
She blinked in confusion and said, “What the hell are you talking about?” Suddenly, her eyes flared in anger and she sat up and shouted, “Goddammit all to fucking hell, Sarah, you motherfucking piece of shit, I’m going to fuck you up, you miserable cunt! Your future ends now!!!”
As she shot out of bed and ran out of her room, I grabbed my robe and followed. Over joyous laughter, I heard Grace shout, “Why the fuck do you always do this to me?!? Goddammit, fucking everyone I like!”
I turned the corner to see Grace’s double in a green robe holding two plates with a full breakfast. They both looked back at me briefly, and the woman in the robe nodded to the counter between the kitchen and the dining room. “Have a seat. Eat up. You need to build your strength after all your exercise.”
I looked at Grace as she glared at me and the world. She glanced at me and nodded, “Condemned man gets a last meal.” I sat down gingerly at the counter and watched very closely as the woman in the robe set both plates down and smiled at me. Grace glared in fury all around the room and then again at me, a little less angry perhaps but still frightening me to my core, the beauty of her fully nude body invisible against her deadly anger. I took a bite of egg and nodded, and the woman turned to face Grace, who said in a cold fury, “It isn’t fucking funny, Sarah; every damn time I fuck someone, you’ve gotten there first.”
“You know I have to make sure they’re good enough for my little sister.”
“Since when did popping out five minutes earlier make you queen of my life, bitch? Jesus fucking Christ, I get Evan alone in the church basement, suck all his cum out, best blowjob in the world, and what does he say? ‘Even better than last time!’ Get Chris out behind the gym, fuck him in all three positions, and all I hear is, ‘God damn, your pussy is insatiable!’ Get Edith to stay for a sleepover, finally sixty-nine that beauty all night long, and get thanked for being even better this time!”
Sarah shrugged, “Quit bitching, sis, they always say you’re better.”
“Fuck you, fuck you, and fuck you again! They’re supposed to get completely swept away, goddammit! None of this ‘ooh, even better than last time’ or ‘you’re so much better at eating pussy this time’ or ‘can’t you get enough?’”
“Listen, babe, you know you just don’t have the balls to make the first move. If it pisses you off so much, why do you always spill your tales of woe to me? ‘Oh, that Priscilla is so beautiful, I’ve never had a woman before, do you think she’ll let me?’ Or ‘Jake is so hot, how could I ever get with a guy like him?’ Or this guy,” she said, motioning at me with her palm up, “I got so sick of listening to you every Saturday night whimpering on the phone, ‘God, I wish he’d make a move, I’d make sure he wore out all three of my holes by summer.’” I coughed as I choked on some egg, and they glanced over at me to make sure I wasn’t dying and then back at each other. “Can’t you ever make the first move for once in your goddamn cowardly life? If it weren’t for me, you’d still be a lousy virgin rubbing off to K-Pop videos and Japanese lesbian porn.”
Grace flushed a deep red and Sarah smiled beatifically. “Think about it, Grace, if you didn’t want me to help you get laid, you’d never tell me about [and here she started ticking off her fingers] Priscilla or Carl or Mary and Phil or Rebecca and Janet or Kofi or Yumiko or…who was that French couple?”
They both looked off into space; after a second, Grace said, “Umm…Yves and…Élodie. Yeah, they were pretty forgettable.”
“Yep. Bet they remember us, though.”
They giggled and Grace said, “Especially Élodie.”
“Rocked her world. ‘I never knew Korean women were so passionate.’”
They laughed and Grace replied, “Poor Yves. Three women that last night and he couldn’t get it up for one of us after the first hour. I think seeing both of us taking turns on his best girl made him feel completely inadequate.”
“Good times.”
They stared into space at the memory as I sat there feeling about five inches tall by that point. Grace drew herself up. “That does not change what you did.”
“You never would have fucked him if I hadn’t.”
“Yes, I would have. The night after you left, probably. Once you were gone and we had the house to ourselves.”
“So I jumpstarted it for you. Big deal. It never seemed to bother you that much. You even thanked me a couple of times.”
“But it’s different this time,” Grace said as a wheedling note entered her voice. She opened her eyes significantly and tilted her head sharply and briefly to indicate me.
The tone changed as Sarah looked closely at her. “Oh. I see.” She crossed her arms and faced me as I shrank even further inside myself. After scrutinizing me for a full minute, she smiled and said, “Let me pour you a cup of coffee.” When she handed it to me, she leaned on the counter with a friendly waitressly smile and asked, “How was last night?”
“It was great. It was better when I thought you were Grace, though.”
She nodded. “Cherish the memories. If you try for a second go…Has Grace been showing you some of our fine collection of films?” I nodded in confusion. “They’re what you can expect.”
Grace had poured herself a cup of coffee and made a face over Sarah’s shoulder much like that of the ghost at the climactic scare from movie night two weeks before. I splashed coffee all over myself as I started back and Sarah turned and looked at her appraisingly for a second before asking something in Korean.
“Yep, that’s the one.”
Sarah pondered her for a second and said, “It’s the hair that does it. Just like her.”
“Not the air of murderous violence?”
“Well, you’d wish, but you weren’t even scary five minutes ago.”
“Fuck you, bitch.”
“Everyone does. Stand in line, and no cutting.”
They fell apart laughing. Sarah finally turned back to me and asked, “Grace is great, isn’t she?” I nodded eagerly. “Yeah, everyone thinks so.” I looked over at Grace, who simply nodded matter-of-factly as she watched me closely. Sarah continued, “So you’re a very lucky man, you know. How lucky are you?”
“Luckiest man in the world.”
“Damn fuckin’ straight. And there are certain expectations of a man in such a blessed state if he wants to stay in such a blessed state. Such as remembering that while I am superb, I’m not as good a fuck as she is, so you’d just be wasting your time, and you wouldn’t have that much time left to you before we show you how violent our wrath can be. We’re not that Americanized. And for some unknown reason, she seems to think you’re extra-special or something, so, ya know, don’t like, oh, treat her like a toy so I don’t have to act out a few ghost movies on your ass.”
Grace nodded at that and said, “And don’t say all Asian women look alike so it was all just a silly mistake when you grab her tits and try to take her from behind in the kitchen. ‘Oops, my bad.’ We hate that shit. You’ve been with both of us, so Jesus save your soul if you’re too dull to tell us apart.”
I stared hurriedly from face to face as they watched me with slight smiles playing at the corners of their lips. I identified two small marks on Grace’s chin and a spot on the side of Sarah’s nose and memorized their locations. Grace then sat down next to me and kissed me, whispering, “Also, she has a mole on her left shoulder, you know, in case you’re approaching her from behind,” before setting to her breakfast. More loudly she added, “And her ass is bigger than mine. Tub of lard, actually.” Sarah stuck her tongue out at her, then shook her head, “Grace, quit slamming it down like a trencherman.”
“I’m a woman of strong appetites. You both know that.”
“It’s not ladylike.”
“Since when were we ever ladies?”
“True, but you might scare him.”
“He needs to know what’s waiting for him.”
“Doesn’t he know already?”
“Lesson always bears repeating.”
Sarah turned to me. “So, big guy, want some more?”
“Food?”
They both laughed at the fear in my voice and Sarah said, “Um, well, yeah.”
“More eggs?”
“Of course.”
She scooped out some more and put on a sausage link and an English muffin. “Here you go.” After a second, she said, “Yeah, you like those eggs. I’m very good at scrambling eggs. As men with wandering hands have found out.”
I coughed and said, “So I’ve gathered.”
“Lesson always bears repeating,” she said, and Grace nodded in agreement.
I looked at Sarah as Grace devoured her chow. “When did you get here?”
“Three days ago. Grace said she was a little afraid being in the house by herself, so, being on vay-kay myself, I came over on the train.”
“Were you on the couch? Sharing her bed?”
“Nah. Grace told Imelda I might come to visit during the summer and she told Grace I could take her bed, so I did. Then when I heard you rummaging through the house like a lummox, I knew it was either a ghost or you—some lousy critter haunting Grace anyway.”
“I thought I was quiet as a mouse.”
“I had the door open.”
“Um…why?”
“Keeping an ear out for ghosts.” She grinned. “Nah, I just feel a little claustrophobic and can’t sleep well in a new place for two or three days, and besides, I was kind of expecting you.”
“So you planned this yourself?”
“You? Yeah. She was mooning on again over drinks, even sadder than any other time, all about how you hated her and were so great and if you just got to know her she’d make you so happy, yadda yadda yadda, just like every goddamn other time, only even more pitiful. So I did you, as usual, so she could get some and on with her life instead of wasting away into some eternally weeping ghost.”
“She never told me she had a sister. Certainly not a twin.”
Grace interrupted, “You never asked, asshole. Never asked me about my family or my life or anything apart from classes and movies.”
“I tried.”
She thought for a second. “Oh yeah, that’s right. Sorry. I’m bitchy on the rag. Get used to it.” She shrugged and went back to eating.
“So what have you two been doing?”
“Besides you, you mean? Showing Grace some new ghost movies.”
“Really making her feel safe there, sis.”
“A girl has to know what’s what in the world. Know all the threats.”
I sat and chatted with Sarah about her college and major off across the state, and after Grace pushed the plate away and belched like a sea lion, we had a cup of coffee and Sarah joked about how much nicer Grace and I were once we’d gotten some. Finally, she stood to clear away our coffee cups, her gold cross indistinguishable from Grace’s. They stared as I looked from one chest to the other, and Sarah muttered angrily, “Sorry, guy, they’re identical. You can’t tell us apart that way.”
“Gift from your parents?”
Sarah glared angrily as Grace said, puzzled, “From Mom. Dad’s are bigger than the three of ours combined.”
“What? Huh?”
“It’s rude to stare at our tits, you know, even after fucking us,” Sarah said.
I laughed and said, “No, no, your crosses.”
After laughing Grace said, “Present from gramma, actually.”
Sarah said, “Now go on and have fun, you two. I got a great movie for tonight. About this woman’s ghost, see? She dies after pining away for this asshole who uses her like a mangy dog and treats her like shit, and he doesn’t come anywhere close to enjoying what’s left of his life after she dies. It has blood and screams and more blood and pain and begging uselessly for mercy and a lot more blood and pain and lessons for everybody. Well, you two, anyway.”
I stood up and lifted my giggling Grace into my arms, and marched proudly down the hall as Sarah laughed and applauded only slightly sarcastically. In her room, Grace stripped off my robe and pulled me to her bed. I lay atop her as we kissed, and when I pushed my cock against her mount, she pushed against me and said, “No, no, I have another itch that needs scratching.” My eyes opened wide as she reached under her mattress and pulled out a tube, laughing when she saw my face. She handed me the tube and smiled, “We’d best get started if you’re to wear all three out by fall.”
She laid a towel down and lay face-down on it, raising her hips as I rubbed the lubricant in following her instructions. Over the next ten minutes, I worked in my finger and then the head of my cock, gasping when I finally pushed through the ring and she pushed back to receive me in a series of thrusts that fully imbedded me inside her. “Now you just don’t move. I know what I like, you take notes.” She reached up with her right hand to caress her clit, and soon, she was fucking back onto my cock and her fingers. She soon reached under the mattress again and pulled out a massive vibrator that she turned on and inserted in place of her fingers, fucking her pussy furiously as she moved back and forth regularly on my cock.
When she got close, she moaned, “Now fuck the shit out of me.” I squeezed down on her hips and fucked more quickly, then furiously as she screamed at the top of her lungs in orgasm, then stared back at me as I thrust fast and hard into her tight tube gripping me like a hand. I was flooded by the sick pleasure of her welcoming me where, by rights or by my lights, I should never go, taking the ultimate pleasure in what felt like me just using her, abusing her, acting out the dirty male desire to soil a pure, sexless woman in the most degrading way possible, and then I fell into orgasm as the look in her eyes showed she wanted it as much as I did and trusted me to give it to her how she wanted. I screamed in turn and pumped deep inside her. I collapsed beside her and she curled up next to me. After a few seconds of silence, we suddenly heard a loud clapping from somewhere in the house and a loud “Yay!” We laughed and Grace said, “Oh yeah, look at you, all tapped out inside that ass you tapped. You’re mine now.”
“And now you’re mine.”
“No.”
“No?”
“Not now, no. I was already yours from the moment you took me to your bed. Ever since the moment I fell in love with you two months ago. Now you’re just exploring my attractions.”
A minute or so later, as she was helping me wipe us up with her towel and wet wipes to tide us over until a restroom break, she said, “Did you like it?”
“I loved it. I mean…” She looked at me quizzically. “I mean, you know, I’ve never done it before. Never thought women liked it.”
“Most don’t. You lucked out. How was it?”
“It was really really good. Of course. But…the fact that you wanted me there, that was what made it incredible.”
“I loved it. And you. Watching you go crazy up my ass. You’re not the first, but close. Of course, I’ll be shitting fire for the next two days, so it’s a special treat, my special gift to you. So don’t pester me for it or you’ll regret it. You’ll get it when you get it and not a moment sooner, but you will get it, never fear. Think of it like the grace of God. The grace of Grace. Raining down on you unbidden out of the sheer goodness of my heart.”
We laughed and I lifted her cross and said, “It’s strange…” She watched me expressionlessly as I thought. “The way you like it, all this, I mean, sex, so much…You don’t seem very biblical there.”
She chuckled, “The Bible says lots of things. Because people say lots of things. What does God say? I’m not Catholic, so I have to figure that out myself. And man, we do love sex, Sarah and me.”
“I never, and I mean never, got the impression you were like that at all.”
“You learn to hide it well in my family. Girls should act frigid and all dried up. And besides, it’s private. I don’t share that with the wide wide world. You bunch were just housemates. And also…after a month, I was afraid I’d scare you off, make you think I was a skanky slut if you had any inkling what I’ve done. It’s happened before,” she sighed sadly, “and this time it was important. But remember, I never cheat.”
“Very private, yes, I respect that. Admire it, really. But no guilt?”
“Not anymore. Kind of disappeared between the first time I rubbed myself off and the first time a man came in my hand.” She smiled and kissed me. “Don’t worry, you won’t have to go to church with me. Though you probably should. It would announce to all my friends that you’re mine. But faith’s so personal. In Korea now…oh yeah, in my family’s social circles, you’d have to be there or you’d be out, usually. Crazy evangelicals.”
After a second, she added, “You still seem a little…confused?” I nodded. “Icked out?”
She giggled as I shook my head vigorously and said, “I’m afraid I don’t have my wallet. Lend me a couple of pennies till Tuesday to buy your thoughts?”
I fingered her cross and said, “I guess it’s just that I’m still not used to thinking of a woman wearing this liking the things you do. Having so much sex, so many partners. Especially you being…”
She smiled mischievously, “Especially me being a scrawny quiet Asian chick? We run deep. You’ll never know how deep. Deeper than you can fuck, that’s for damn sure.” We laughed and she continued, “Nah, fuck that inscrutability shit.” She thought for a second. “Never forget, Sarah and I are Americans. We were born here, went to American schools. Culturally, we’re mostly American, you know. Yeah, 95% of what we’ve done, Mom would have a stroke. And not the good kind.” We laughed and she said, “And if you ever start wondering if you should have chosen Sarah, just remember, she hates it up the ass. So yeah, you lucked out, buddy boy.”