“You’ve never had so much great sex that you still felt it even after it was over?” Nate’s question catches me by surprise. This conversation just took a hard left from the emotional memories we were just working through, and now I can feel the heat rising up my neck.
“What do you mean?”
“I just mean, you’ve never had so much good sex, to the point where you’re desperate for them, craving them?” The way Nate’s voice has lowered is making my heart race. It’s barely nine in the morning, I can’t be thinking of things like this right now. “Needing it constantly. It’s not a bad kind of sore, but just a reminder of how good someone makes you feel.”
“I’ve had good sex. I’m great at sex if you must know.” My defenses turn on and I don’t understand how this conversation got here or where it’s going, but I know I absolutely did not intend on talking about sex with my best friend this morning.
“I’m sure you are, Mi. That’s not what I’m saying.” There’s too little space and clothing between us right now to be having this talk.
“I’m saying you should be throbbing, even after it’s done. Your legs should shake and you should be aching from the way someone fucks you. If you’re being fucked often and properly, you should feel it, even after you’re done.”
My breath stutters as I breathe in. Nate and I have never talked in this kind of detail. Sure, we both know the other has had sex, but we never talk about it.
I know my face is red. There’s no hiding the heat that’s making its way through my body as this conversation progresses. Based on what I saw and just my general assumptions, I have no doubt that Nate isverycapable of properly fucking someone.
“Oh.” I have a giant gulp. “I can’t say that I have…” Even though I’m telling the truth, he makes me wish I was lying.
“Shame.” His stare is stoic and almost longing. His steel blue eyes stare at my legs before making their way up to meet my eyes. I didn’t actually want this conversation to take place to begin with, but now I just want to hear more. Nate’s entire tone changed, his demeanor, his words… it was commanding.
I clear my throat before speaking. “Well, I guess your friend is doing a great job with my friend then.”
Nate’s eyes wash over me like a cold dark blue wave before he gets up from the bed and heads into the bathroom. He’s never said anything like “if you’re being properly fucked” to me before and it made things… tingle.
Maybe all the words I used to describe Laura were wrong and she isn’t crazy after all.
I’ve just finished getting myself ready for the day, and Nate’s standing by the front door of the cabin about to leave for his day, but turns to me first. “Hey, can you, uh… share some of those podcasts with me? The ones you found about mental health.”
His right arm stretches back and grips the back of his neck as he stares at me. He almost looks hesitant to even ask the question.
“Of course. I’ll send you everything you need.” He tilts his head and I smile at him just before he walks out the door.
After spending an entire day with Nate’s sisters, I’ve reached my quota on Justin Bieber songs and need to spend some quiet time with me, myself and I back at the cabin before Nate returns.
The cool breeze feels relaxing as I sit out in the hammock near the lake. I have to kick myself for never doing things like this when I actually lived up here for college. I close my eyes, basking in the warmth of the sun as the wind passes by and let my mind drift, until I hear footsteps and lift my head up to see Nate making his way down to me.
His black hoodie, with a flannel and gray joggers have been his go to look here and I have to admit, it’s a really good look on him.
“Hey,” he greets me with a smile.
“Hey, how was your hike?” I ask as he grabs the side of the hammock.
“It was great. I listened to two episodes of the podcast you sent me. I actually think I even learned a thing or two.”
“I’m glad.”
“Scooch.” Nate stops the hammock from moving and attempts to get on with me. Although, it turns out that hammocks aren’t exactly user friendly, and trying to get on while someone else is already on it, is actually a fucking disaster.
Nate’s trying to steadily get on the hammock so he doesn’t flip this thing with both of us in it, but in his effort, he falls flat on top of me. His chest practically lands on my face and his waist lines up directly on top of mine, almost in a straddle. Instinctively, I reach my hand between us to try and maneuver myself over to give him more room, but all I end up doing isgrazing the outside of his joggers with the back of my hand and very obviously touching his stupidly large penis.
“Oh my God, I’m sorry,” I say, pulling my hand back as he finally gets himself shifted beside me.
My hands cover my face as we lie there, but Nate isn’t fazed. He laughs at me and then wiggles his arm under my neck to get himself more comfortable while we both lay here.
“Don’t sweat it, Smalls. How was your day?”
“Well,” I begin. “Your sisters are a trip. I had fun though. And I’m happy you had a good day too.”
“It was a good day. I feel good. Those podcasts got me thinking a lot. I don’t know, it just might be time for me to make some real changes.”
