Page 20 of Christmas D*ck

Chapter 10

I tosseddignity to the wind and devoured the food like a starving dog. After wiping my face with a napkin, I glanced at the buffet. The food was plentiful, and the line was non-existent.

I faced the group. “Is anyone getting more?”

“I will,” Dick said.

Randy poked a piece of bread in his mouth. “Same.”

Kaci shrugged. “I’m still pretty hungry.”

We filled our plates and returned to the table as a group. I expected things to seem awkward, but they didn’t. I further expected me to look at Kaci differently, and not in a good way, but it didn’t happen.

While I ate my second helping of chicken, I wondered if there was something terribly wrong with me, or if I somehow found a way to look at our having sex as being nothing more than an activity that I enjoyed.

Like a round of golf or watching a movie together.

I poked a piece of chicken, lifted it to my mouth, and paused. “Does anyone feel weird?”

“Oh my God,” Kaci gasped. “You’re not getting sick, are you? I’m normally so anti-buffet, but I thought--”

I lowered my fork. “No, not that. I mean, you know. About what we did?”

“I’m good with it,” Kaci said. “I thought it was awesome.”

I glanced at each of the men. “Well?”

“I don’t feel weird,” Dick said dryly.

Randy shook his head. “Me neither.”

“No regrets?” I asked.

The three of them shook their heads.

“Nope.”

“Not a one.”

“I don’t, no.”

Dick took a drink of beer and then pushed his plate aside. “Something bothering you?”

I set my fork on my plate let out a sigh. I hated to admit it, but there really wasn’t anything bothering me, and that was what bothered me.

“Well. It’s just. I’m oddly comfortable with what went on. I wondered if everyone else felt the same, that’s all.”

“So, you don’t have any regrets?”

“No, I enjoyed myself.” I reached for my fork, and then looked up. “I mean, maybe one.”

His eyebrows raised. “What’s that?”

Thinking about it and saying it were different. In the heat of passion, it seemed my mind found things easier to say and do. Eating dinner with the group was a much different setting, and speaking freely about sex didn’t come as easily.

“I just…” I looked at Randy, and then at Dick. “I kind of wish I would have got to have you both.”

He chuckled. “You had us both, or were you too drunk to remember?”