One Plus Two Minus One by Tess Mackenzie

wasn’t
looking at her. He stroked her arm and
breast, but he didn’t look at her, like maybe he was embarrassed by
what he’d just done too.
    She liked him more for that.
    She was
draped along the couch, sprawled out and feeling all lazy and
happy, and she realized he was looking at her. She felt suddenly nervous, wanted to press her knees
together, fold her arms somewhere. She didn’t, mainly because she
wasn’t going to turn into that person. She wasn’t really that
uncomfortable with her body, it was just the intensity of his
stare.
    He stroked
her face. Her lips, touching her mouth
like it was a kiss, wiping away a little of the taste of him. Her
neck, so she shivered. He was taking her all in. Like she was
something important, something he admired and didn’t want to
break.
    “Stop it,” she said.
    “Let me look.”
    “ No.” She didn’t entirely mean it. His interest was
flattering, kind of sexy. Like he really, really wanted her. Her,
not just anyone available and with the right bits.
    “I love your body.”
    “Stop it,” she said, and closed her eyes, so
she didn’t have to watch him staring.
    “ You’re
fucking hot. Really fucking
hot.”
    She lifted
her hand, pretended she was about to hit him. “Stop.”
    “What’s wrong?”
    “Just stop.”
    He grinned, kept looking.
    “ I want to
fuck some more,” she said. “You’re
pissing around too much.”
    “Okay.”
    “You can?”
    He shrugged, like he didn’t quite get why she
was asking, and that made her wet again.
    “Come upstairs,” she said, and sat up.
    She walked
around naked at home when she needed to, and didn’t really think
about it. Now he was staring at her,
watching her ass go up the stairs, and she did. She might have to
walk around naked a lot more, when he was here.
    She went into
the bedroom, and didn’t quite realize she was standing in front of
him again, until he grabbed her. Things
kept happening whenever she stood in front of him.
    He pushed her
onto the bed, and she said, “Hey,” but before she could get up or
roll over he had knelt down and started eating her out. Again. She knelt there and felt his tongue on
her and told herself she was lucky, unspeakably lucky.
    After a while
she decided she really needed a fuck. There’d been too much with hands and tongues. She needed
cock inside herself.
    She had
condoms in her beside drawer, with her vibrators. She slid forward, tugged the drawer open, yanked
too hard and the whole drawer came out and landed on the
floor.
    Ethan looked
down, grinning. Just grinning. And now
she was the nympho professor with the drawer full of sex
toys.
    “ Oh fuck
off,” she said. “Everyone has them.” She
decided she wasn’t going to get embarrassed.
    “ Sure,” he
said, and picked one up, looked at her. It was a rabbit. She took masturbation seriously enough to
own a rabbit, and she didn’t care if he knew. It looked a bit
industrial, had a few too many appendages, she supposed. It wasn’t
discreet and sleek like the others.
    “Another time,” she said, and pushed it
away.
    He kept
grinning. She pulled him over and kissed
him again.
    “ Did you
think about me?” he said into her mouth. “This week. Using them?”
    “Nope,” she said.
    “You didn’t?”
    “Nope I’m not talking about that.”
    “So you did?”
    “No fucking way am I answering that.”
    He kept looking at her.
    “Why?” she said after a moment, stopping
kissing him. “Did you?”
    “ Jerk off
thinking about you?” he said. “Shit,
yeah. A lot.”
    That was
interesting. “How much?”
    “A lot.”
    She waited.
    “Most days.”
    “Thinking about me?”
    He shrugged.
    “ Shit.” She lay there,
considering. He started kissing her neck. “Did you come to the
lectures this week?” she said.
    “You didn’t see me?”
    “ I didn’t
fucking know to look for you. Did
you?”
    “Yeah.”
    “ On
Tuesday?” He nodded. “Thursday?” Another
nod. “Then, what? Had a good look, went home