“How about the other way around?”
Lana’s words jumbled with a start. “You fuckin’ with me?”
“No.” A few awkward memories entered Ken’s mind. Then a few non awkward ones. A lot of awesome ones. Ken finished playing with Lana’s hair and pulled her closer to him. “How about you, Ms. Losers? Fancy the occasional same-sex attraction?”
A sheepish grin enchanted him the moment it came within two inches of his mouth. “We’re probably on the same page in that regard. I’ve been with women.”
“Sexually?”
“Yes. Sexually.”
“Wow. You really are the perfect woman.”
He meant it as a joke, but Lana didn’t laugh. “I wouldn’t call myself bisexual either, though. I much prefer men.” A touch as gentle as it was intense graced his shoulder. Too bad he didn’t have any kinks in that shoulder to get out with her great massage. No, just kinks everywhere else. Mostly in his mind. “I can’t think of any occasion where I would happily be with only a woman. It’s more fun when there are… others… ah.”
Ken had touched her nipple again. “Others? Do tell. Because I agree.” Outside of a few dalliances during his more experimental years, Ken’s opinion on the matters of same-sex attraction was that they were best served with beautiful women on the side. He’d happily interact with the right man, but he got off the hardest if it was for a woman’s enjoyment.
Lana whispered in his ear, “So much group sex, Mr. Andrews. You don’t even know.”
“Oh…” His grip on her side hardened – and that wasn’t the only thing hardening. “I’d like to see that.” Jealousy didn’t play a part in those fantasies. Even if there were something more serious between them, the thought of Lana enjoying the pleasurable company of more than one person… well, it seemed like all was right in the world.
“Maybe you will see it one day, Mr. Andrews.” Lana rolled away from him again, her legs swinging over the edge of the bed. At first he feared she was leaving him, but was pleasantly surprised when she further disrobed her clothing. The dress hit the floor, and Lana Losers was as naked as the day she was brought into this wonderful world. “Seems we’re into some of the same, shall we say, events? Perhaps I’ll sign up for a gangbang at a sex club and you’ll be one of many men cumming themselves to come cum in me.”
That had to be the best tongue-twister Ken ever heard, and she executed it flawlessly. “Gangbang, huh? You’re a busy woman.”
Lana pulled back the covers on the bed. Good. She was making herself at home in his hotel room. I should’ve taken her back to my place, but I couldn’t wait. Tomorrow, perhaps. Lana was the kind of woman who deserved to be impressed, and Ken couldn’t think of a better way to impress her than by taking her to his luxurious modern apartment. I want her naked like she is now, spread across my bed and begging me to fuck her again. Ken had equipment in his home. He wondered if Lana would be interested in something like that.
“I’m pretty busy, yes. You should see my daily planner.” She tugged on the covers beneath Ken. Oh, right. He should join her. “Gangbang every Friday. Threesomes on Sundays. I take Saturdays off to be a slut with only one person.” She welcomed his naked body against hers after he crawled into the bed. “Guess that’s you right now. Every day is Saturday at the moment.”
He couldn’t stop himself from kissing her once their skin slid together. Every part of her was as soft and responsive as the last. “I like Saturday.”
“Hmph.” Lana acted put out, but she did not ask him to stop kissing and caressing her. In fact, she was practically on top of him, one leg cast over his hip and breasts shoving into his face. Excellent. Much easier to get to them from here. “You’re not going to ask me what I really mean by that?”
Honestly, Ken didn’t care. He was distracted by how good he felt with her. Perhaps it would be fleeting, but he would commit to memory, so if fifty years went by and he still wasn’t happy? He could remember a time when he felt the closest to happy… ever.