And what the heck is a micropenis?
Before I can even ask the question, she’s there with her phone in front of my face displaying a page full of very small man parts.
“That’s not really a thing, is it?”
“Sadly. Yes.”
* * *
“Have you ever heard of a micropenis?”
Lucky’s hand suddenly stops. It was previously moving up and down my bare hip and thigh. “Uh, why do you ask?”
“Keep doing that with your hand and I’ll tell you.”
There’s no hesitation; he continues caressing me.Caressing. That’s the exact right word for it too. “Deena’s worried Theo’s got one.”
His hand stops again, causing a frown to cross my face. Reaching down, I place my hand on top of his and force it to move again. I guess he finds this funny, because he chuckles. “Are you asking me if I’ve seen his dick or something?”
“No.” I blink. “Have you?”
“Babe.” He rolls onto his back, and the sheet that’s covering both of us slides down and stops right above his…notmicropenis. “I’m not going to tell you about another guy’s cock.”
“Why not?” I push myself up until I’m sitting on his bed, holding the sheet up over my chest. Lucky reaches up and takes the edge of the sheet between two fingers and tugs. “Not until you answer my question.”
“Why not what? Why am I not going to discuss another guy’s dick with you?” He tugs again; this time he’s successful. But I’m not bothered by it. I like that he wants to see me like this.
“Yes. All I want to know is does Theo Blazek have a micropenis or not?”
Lucky snorts. “Not that I am aware.”
“Not that you’re aware, or not that you’ll admit to for sure one way or the other?”
“Foxy.” Lucky growls. “If I tell you, you’re going to have to make it up to me.”
“Oh?” I arch my brow. “How, pray tell, am I to make it up to you?”
He pushes down the sheet, and I see Lucky’s ready to go again. “You’re going to swing one of those gorgeous legs over my hip so you can straddle me.”
I swallow. “I’ll try.”
“Fine.” He runs one hand through his hair. “He’s got a normal dick.”
“Big, like you?” I turn and reach for my phone that’s sitting on the nightstand on my side of the bed.
Lucky growls. “What the fuck are you doing?”
“Texting Deena.” I type out a quick message.
Me:Good news. Theo doesn’t have a tiny penis. Yay!
“She’s worried he’s avoiding sex with her because of the penis thing.” It’s been a week since the party. She’s been out with him twice. She even made him dinner at our place. Granted, she’s not particularly skilled in the kitchen. Her idea of a home-cooked meal is the blue box of mac and cheese and hotdogs. I was just leaving the apartment as they sat down to eat, and from my perspective, he didn’t seem to mind one bit.
“That’s it.” Lucky reaches out, grabbing my phone. When he gets it, he tosses it back onto the table and reaches for me. Placing his hands on my waist, he lifts me up. Off the bed.
“Lucky. No. You’ll hurt your ribs.” I place my hands on either side of his head and swing my left leg over him so I’m straddling him. I look down between us then up at him, not sure what to do next.
“Sit.”
