“I… I thought you had a boyfriend.” His face, tense and eager all at once, showed that delightful confusion only the young and inexperienced ever displayed. Kate smiled at him, and Eric’s expression grew even more confused.
“I do have a boyfriend, Eric. Get undressed.” She smiled softly and wondered what he saw. Oh, she knew how she looked but she wondered if Eric saw her as a girl, a woman, a lady… a goddess. She suppressed a giggle. His eyes certainly displayed a great deal of worship when he looked at her. He was still hesitant, so she added, “We’re taking a bit of a break, Eric. There’s no betrayal going on here.”
It wasn’t the full truth. Sure, there was no betrayal involved. Still, Kate was the only one taking a break. Frank was fine with it but she was breaking, not him. She thought back to that night when she’d cried out with her climax and he’d lifted his face from between her legs and plunged into her. She remembered him moving over her, remembered holding him, and remembered him finishing and holding her and over the next hour of conversation gently persuading her to reveal her fantasies.
And now she was here, and her fantasy stood in front of her wide-eyed and nervous and still unsure. Eric still wasn’t moving, and she leaned forward and brushed her lips against his cheek. She suppressed a giggle at his sharp intake of breath and moved her lips to his ear where she whispered, “Get undressed, Eric.” Then, she pulled back and stared at him again.
For a moment, she thought she might actually have to pick up her cell phone and call Frank, might have to let Eric hear her confirm their status. She fought back laughter at the idea. Hi Frank, remember how you said I could fulfill my fantasy about fucking a virgin boy? Well I have one here and he’s not sure it’s okay with you, so I thought I’d put him on the line. The idea was, of course, absurd but it was even more absurd because Frank would, with his typical distracted gruffness, say to put him on the line and probably speak only a few curt words that basically amounted to “You can fuck her, damn it.”