“Maybe we should tryY Tu Mamá Tambié—”
“No!”
She cut him off so sharply and so loudly that he did that little jolt thing again, like in the cafeteria. But she just couldn’t help it. She had seen that movie. She knew what happened in it. The two main characters masturbated together, in the most graphic way she could ever have imagined.
Prior to her sitting next to a masturbating Tate Sullivan. Watching it would be intolerable, with that lodged between them like a psychic splinter.
“I’m not…really in the mood for subtitles.Nine and a Half Weekswill do.”
“You sure? You sound a little…”
“Not at all. I’m fine,” she said.
And she was. It was easy to be when watching most of the movie with her eyes closed. Whenever something super sexy happened she simply shut them, angling her head so he would never see.
Not that he was paying any attention. Whenever she spied him in the darkened laptop screen, he looked 100 percent focused on the movie. His eyelids were heavy and his lips were parted, but then anyone’s would be watching total hotties writhe around the screen. And if his breathing was a little unsteady, so what? Hers probably would be, if she didn’t keep covering her eyes with one hand.
It was bad enough just hearing Mickey Rourke saying things likegive it up.
And he apparently agreed.
“Jesus, this is fucking hot.”
“Yeah, Kim Basinger is really sexy.”
“Is that really what you think I mean?”
She paused before answering. Tried to catch a glimpse of him in the screen again, so she could judge his expression, too. Was he trying to trap her somehow?
It felt that way. It felt weird again, like everything was sliding sideways.
“I don’t know what else you could be referring to.”
“I guess it must be that, then. Just her, getting herself off.”
“It’s kind of…interesting to see. Not something you get…often.”
“Fuck, no. And especially when she’s kind of a nervous person.”
“She is? I thought she seemed pretty confident.”
“Maybe he just brings it out in her.”
He spoke lightly, casually.
Too lightly though, in her opinion. The words seemed so insubstantial one tap could probably turn them to dust. The silence that followed almost destroyed them completely.
And her reply probably did the rest.
At the very least it made it clear: neither of them were talking about the movie.
“Maybe. Or maybe she just can’t stop herself.”
“So you think she’s out of control.”
“I think you could definitely make that argument.”
“That she just gets so horny she goes against all her better judgment?”
