“Are we good?”
“Yes, we’re good.” She hesitated slightly and remembering his earlier words about Q&A not working if they weren’t honest, she spoke again. “Do you find me immature and silly for taking things like that literally?” She was genuinely curious and a little concerned.
“Immature? Sometimes—”
Her face fell at his admission.
“Maybe immature is the wrong word…inexperienced might be a better way of looking at it, but as you so eloquently pointed out on speaker phone that time, you are twenty-one so will fuck up. But never silly, not like you mean. Right, next question for you Miss Winters, when is your period due and are you in the camp of fucking or no fucking when you’re bleeding?”
“James!” she cried, embarrassed, shocked and a little outraged. This was one of his boundaries, surely it was.
“What?” he asked indignantly. “Just answer me.”
“No! What the fuck? Do you remember our discussion on boundaries and what we agreed?” She wanted a hole to appear and swallow her up. This was as mortifying as missing PE or swimming due to a period and having to tell the male PE teacher when you were fourteen.
“Yes, I do and it was appropriateness, it’s relevance to us and this is an appropriate question and relevant to us, so answer and the thin ice upon which you and your ass are skating on is beginning to crack, Natasha, under the weight of a James, a no and a fuck now.” He smiled as he held her by the elastic waist of her leggings. “Look, when we first met we established that your period was due about a week later and then you had two weeks at home before I joined you for a week and that was about a week ago, which to my calculations makes your period due anytime now.”
“I have never met anybody like you before. That is some fucked up mental arithmetic you’ve got going on there, but yes, it’s due on Saturday, although they did say that the implant thing could effect it,” she admitted, red faced again.
“See, that wasn’t so difficult was it? But that fucked up may mean we won’t get as far as the bed tonight, honey. Now which camp are you in, fucking or no fucking when you’re bleeding?” he asked again.
“No. The no camp.” She shook her head in disbelief and to reiterate her reply.
“Too bad because I am really going to struggle having you here, but not being able to fuck you, but there are alternatives,” he said as much to himself as to her.
She stared at him. What alternatives? Did he mean oral sex? That was fine by her, he enjoyed receiving it and she certainly enjoyed giving it. Or did he mean anal? She still had reservations about that because although when he’d toyed with her using his little finger or little BOB it had been most enjoyable, but she’d felt her own body’s resistance to it and if it resisted items of that size it would certainly resist something the size of Jim. What if he tried to do that sex encouragement thing to sway her to shag him while she was ‘bleeding’ as he put it? Her resistance to him was pitiful at the best of times, but like him, she would struggle being here with him, being unable to be fucked by him. She realised he was staring at her and it was quite obvious she had missed a vital part of the conversation now.
“Sorry, I was thinking,” she said hoping that was an explanation.
“Obviously,” he replied a little irritated by her. “I asked what your preferred method of sanitary protection was,” he explained to her.
She laughed loudly in shock and disbelief, but he just stared at her, still irritated by her reaction to his questioning.
“When we were at your apartment I noticed you had a variety of items in your bathroom along with the contraceptive pill, condoms and lubricant, but I had no way of really knowing what belonged to who, although I know you’re not on the pill so I assume they’re Lucy’s. The condoms could belong to you, her or even Ryan now. The lubricant? I have never known you to be in need of any kind of artificial lubrication, so I guessed not yours, so that just leaves sanitary protection which could belong to you or Lucy.”
She stared at him wide-eyed and shook her head before answering. “Tampons are my preferred choice for sanitary protection. The condoms were mine and Lucy’s, we shared whatever was there. The pill was indeed Lucy’s, as was the lube, although I am assured she bought it because of its fun sensations. I believe it makes you feel tingly.” She laughed at Jim’s expression.
“Maybe we should try some of the tingly stuff, although at the rate you self-lubricate we may have to swim out of bed if we add an artificial lubricant too.” He laughed.
She opened her mouth to speak, to object but just huffed and folded her arms petulantly before pouting.
“Oh, baby,” cried Jim as he pulled her on the sofa, sprawled her on her back, somehow minus her leggings and pants. “The ice has melted completely and you are now drowning in icy cold water with your petulant pout.” He smirked as he pulled her top down to reveal her swollen and pert nipples that appeared to be reaching out from her large, round, firm breasts.
“Looks like the water may have been colder than I thought.” He roughly pulled her nipples making her cry out. “But we definitely have alternatives with tampons,” he added before removing his sweatpants and returning to the sofa between Tasha’s open and welcoming legs.
Chapter 4
At six a.m. the alarm was blaring around the room making Tasha groan loudly.
“Sorry, I forgot to turn it off.” Jim shut it off.
Tasha rolled towards him and grinned, “Happy birthday.” She kissed him gently on the lips.
“Thank you.” He responded immediately and kissed her back. “Do you want to do something today?”
She grinned at him, making him laugh. “Dear God, woman, you really are going to kill me, soon.”
“It’s your birthday, you choose. What time is Lizzie coming over?”
