Page 54 of Stag

Claudia smiled, nodding at me to keep going, which seemed like a risky prospect, when we both knew my mouth was where all the bad things waited to escape.

“The first second I saw you, I was blown away. I wanted to talk to you, but now I realise if I had, you’d never have looked twice at me again. Maybe we needed to meet in little moments first, so you could see I’m not just the prick I appear to be. Your sister’s reaction is the one I’m used to. Maybe not to her extreme, because she’s a fucking whackjob, but you know what I mean. Rejection, that’s where I’m usually at. I don’t know how to do any of this, not because I’m inexperienced with women, but because I’m inexperienced with people in general. Nobody gives me a chance, so how could I know how to do stuff like this?”

I sipped my coffee, which even almost stone cold tasted too good for a guy like me, and Claudia took over, thank god. When she talks I can just do what she tells me, and then I don’t fuck it up. I can just be what she wants me to be. Maybe that’s where I belong.

“You’re doing just fine right now, Stag, in fact you’ve never upset or offended me. You get it all right, so whatever people take offence for, that’s probably a them problem, and not you. It’s okay though, if you mess up, or think you have. I may be deaf but I’m a big advocate for talking things out.”

I grimaced, because that meant we had to talk about things, and I already know I fuck those up, regardless of whether she thinks she won’t be upset or not. Besides, we hadn’t addressed the thing I did to her in the shower.

“I came on you.”

She giggled, biting her lip as she squeezed my hand gently.

“Yes. I wish I’d seen it happen. I find it so hot that you did that. You know women have fantasies and urges too, right? Being covered in your cum is like being claimed by you. It’s something I want to be aware of next time, so I can watch it happen.”

Holy hell. Was this conversation supposed to have me sporting a boner too?

“It didn’t feel demeaning?”

She lifted a shoulder, a careless grin on her face.

“What’s demeaning to some is sexy to others. Stag, you aren’t doing anything wrong with me, do you get that? How you react, when we’re doing sexual things, is never going to be wrong. If you come early, that’s fine. I might do that too. You’re very good with your fingers, which makes me wonder if you’ve really been out there fingering women everywhere.”

Laughter wasn’t what I expected during this conversation, especially when I accidentally snorted the mouthful of coffee I’d just taken, coughing harshly as I tried to breathe.

I got up and ran to the kitchen counter, grabbing some kitchen roll to mop up the spillage from my cup, and feeling like the most pathetic twat ever. She’s talking about sexy stuff, and I’m inhaling and spitting out coffee. Classy.

“Stag, it’s okay. I should have waited until you swallowed.”

“Isn’t that supposed to be my line?”

What the fuck! I closed my eyes, groaning at myself. Don’t talk to her like that, man. Fuck’s sake. But wait, she was giggling. She liked it?

“I do have a sense of humour, Stag, plus I’m hilarious, trust me. Sit your sweet ass down, please. I’m not done.”

I dropped back onto the seat with a grimace.

“Well, you already tried to kill me, so what’s left?”

She grinned widely. “Let’s talk about sex.”

Claudia

He looked like he’d just been slapped. Actually, I think he looked a little afraid of what I’d come out with. It was actually pretty empowering, although I didn’t want my empowerment to be at the expense of his comfort or sanity.

“What? I thought we already did that.”

I shook my head, wondering how the hell no woman had snapped him up yet. He was just adorable.

“We touched on it, but we didn’t talk about likes and dislikes. I like sex, Stag. I like being kissed and touched. I enjoy oral, giving and receiving. I enjoy it rough, and I like it sweet. I’m very easy to please.”

“Uh…” he stared at me in wonder, struck completely dumb.

“I’m sure you’ve watched plenty of porn, we all do these days. Are there things you want to try?”

He shoved his coffee aside and dramatically slammed his head down, like he’d passed out, the thud making the table shudder, and my mug wobble. I reached out and stroked the back of his head.

“If this is too weird, we can stop. I just want you to feel safe to say what you want. Chances are I’ll want to try it, unless it’s really really weird. Probably.”