A Wager With Sadie: 005

It was like every bit of strength inside him leaked from his husk after he’d come. It took a tremendous effort to heave his weight off Sadie, and he collapsed beside her. They both panted heavily, skin slick with sweat. There was a thin whistle in his breath. It sounded like that first morning he’d taken up running last summer.

“Holy shit,” he said.

“That was intense,” she laughed.

“So intense,” he said, and they lay there blinking, looking up at the ceiling, trying to regain their composure. His hand sought hers; their fingers interwove. “That was incredible.”

“That was some crazy dirty talk, Teddy.”

“So dirty,” he said, pinching her fingers between his, rolling over lazily so he was on his side facing her. He stroked her warm stomach. She quivered at his touch. They both giggled at how she quivered. “I don’t know why that turns me on so much,” he said.

Sadie smiled. “You can’t stop talking about it.”

“You’re so sexy.”

Sadie made a compassionate face, like his words touched her. Kind of weird, because his words had dirty implication. She looked at him sweetly, though he’d just told her he liked to hear about the dirty things she’d done with other guys.

What was this new obsession? They’d discussed past lovers when they were dating, and it’d made him uncomfortable and jealous. Was it because he was more in love with her now than he was then? Love was so unsafe back then, but now it was different. Was that it? Or was it because it wasn’t sex with these other guys? With these other guys, they were discussing strange and dirty encounters. And the men were faceless, unattached to his wife. One night stands.

Whatever it was, ever since she’d told him the things she’d told him in the hammock, his heart was beating stronger for her, and he had a savage lust burning below his stomach.

“Gee,” he said, snuggling closer, admiring her body; the supple tightness of her stomach, the tight cup of her navel. The softness of her woman’s breasts, so pillowy against her toned form. Her nipples were still hard. He gently plucked one with a bent knuckle. “Did it turn you on, too?”

“It caught me by surprise.”

“But you liked it?”

Sadie shrugged, gave him a sly but noncommittal smile.

He said, “So, who’re you going to pick?”

She chuckled, groaned, stretched an arm above her head, folded her hands behind her head and regarded him with a wide smile that glinted in the dim of their hotel room.

Sadie said, “Who do you want?”

“I don’t know,” he said, stroking his chin.

She said, “Hey—Wait, no, I pick.”

“You get to pick?”

“That’s right,” she said, practically purring. “I let you pick, you’ll want to point out some guy with a beer belly, some old dude with white fuzzy hair.”

He laughed. “I made that shot, Sadie.”

“Yes, but, no,” she said, “I get to pick.”

“And who would you pick? Some bronzed god with abs and a big, broad chest?”

“That sounds pretty good, Teddy, we’ll start looking tomorrow.”

He swept his hand from her ribs down to her thigh, tickling at her stomach. “You drive me so crazy.”

She laughed, threw her arms around him and they kissed. When their lips parted, she rolled onto him, loomed over him.

Their eyes met, both of their smiles working in and out, unsure. She frowned. “I’m not really doing it, Teddy.”

“Yes, you are.”

“I’m not,” she said, patted his cheek and laughed.

“I made that shot, Sadie.”

“Good for you,” she said, “you won yourself some dirty talk.”

He persisted. “I won myself whatever I want. You said.”

“You told me what you want, and I did it.”

“You barely did it,” he lamented, rolling his eyes.

“You think I’m going to do this? You think I’m going to go give a hand job to some guy I don’t even know?”

“You used to.”

She scrunched her nose. “I kind of knew them.” She slipped a hand between their bodies and rubbed his stomach.

She said, “Why does it turn you on so much?”

“Beats me, but just you talking about it has my heart racing.”

“You’re so crazy,” she said, “and seriously, down in the hammock today you were calling me a pervert.”

“Maybe we both are.”

“I guess that’s all right,” she said, getting off him again and laying by his side, interlacing their fingers and holding hands between them at their thighs.

“You saw that shot I made. Sunk two balls. One shot. Impossible leave. You know what that is?”

“Beginner’s luck.”

“That’s kismet, Sadie. Destiny. This was meant to be.”

“Teddy. Baby, be serious.”

“What, your hand job days are behind you?”

She laughed, groaned, covered her face with one hand, breathing into it. She snuffled laughter. “My hand job days are behind me, Teddy.”

He lay a hand over his racing heart and smiled. “Just hearing you say that, Sadie.”

“There’s no way, Teddy Bear.”

“Boy, and you’re a D1 athlete.”

“So?”

“Fair play. We wagered, I won.”

She smiled, no quick comeback happening now. He got her on that one. She took sports seriously. “I’m not doing it, Teddy.”

“I think less of you now,” he said, joking, but still trying to corral her into this weird thing he suddenly wanted.

“So, what, you want to watch me jerk some guy off?” She cuddled up next to him, folding both hands under her cheek, face mirthfully bright.

“I don’t know if I want to be there.”

“Totally weird if you were there.”

He faced her, smiling. “So you’d do it by yourself?”

Sadie thought about it, looking mischievous and wanting to play along. “Yeah, right, that’s what you want? I go off and do it and I come back and tell you what happened?”

“Tell me your notes.”

“I threw out that book, Teddy.”

“I would kill for that book.”

“It’s in the Minneapolis dump. Where we lived six years ago? Better bring a shovel and your back brace.” They both laughed.

He touched her face, saying, “I would seriously kill to read that book. . . . What kind of things did you write about?”

“I already told you.”

“Yeah, but I could tell you didn’t want to tell me.”

“I don’t want to tell you.”

“Boy, it must be terrible.”

She slapped his chest lightly. “It is terrible, Teddy.”

“Oh my God, do you think I could pay someone to dig it out of the dump?”

Sadie clucked her tongue and chuckled. “What do you want to know?”

His heart raced quicker, and he started with something he wanted to know, but was amusing, trying to warm her up to the idea. “You like to doodle. Did you ever doodle them?”

Her brow knit, puzzled. “Doodle what?”

“Oh, you know . . .”

“Doodle their dicks?” She couldn’t believe he asked, and now he felt stupid.

He put on a confident expression. “Well, did you?”

“No. Why would I do that?”

He shrugged a shoulder and laughed it off. “I don’t know.”

She touched her index finger to his chin and narrowed her eyes. “Your mind works weird.”

“Hey, this was a book that you had that we’re talking about.”

“Yeah, and you want to know about it.” The finger tapped his chin.

“Tell me,” he said, squinting and smirking, raising his chin toward her.

“Jesus, Teddy,” she said and laughed. “All right. . . . It’s weird, right? Weird that I did that?”

“I don’t know. . . . No, I don’t think so.”

“I felt weird about it later on. But at the time I just got obsessed with it. Like I was just exploding.”

“All those girl hormones going crazy, young girl away at school with all those boys around, no parents to watch over her.”

“I had no sexual experience.”

“Hand jobs are safe.”

“That’s it exactly. They were safe. And I was curious. Each one was like a holy revelation.”

“Each new dick?”

“Yeah. No, each experience.”

He propped his cheek in a palm, elbow on the bed. “So what would you write, like, your feelings?”

“Uh-huh,” she said, looking across the room.

“What would you write about the guy?”

“You know. Who he was, how it happened.”

“What else?”

She looked his way again. “What is it you want to know?”

He showed her his amusement, drawing the moment out. She knew what he would say before he said it. “Did you write notes about their dicks?”

She rolled her eyes and shook her head, then regarded him again, amused herself. “Yes,” she whispered.

“Did you really?”

Now she shrugged a shoulder. “Of course.”

He brightened, both of them having fun with this new kink together. “Like what data did you collect?”

Bluntly, but with a hint of teasing: “Size, shape, hardness, interesting features. I’d ballpark a measurement on length. Say if it was thick or not. I wasn’t big into balls, but I’d mention them.”

He let out a long chuffing exhale, sounding like a train coming into the station. This entire exchange had riled him, and now she’d delivered a knockout blow, whomping him with unexpected bliss. He collapsed as though exhausted and laughed, letting her know his satisfaction with her unshackled participation.

She laughed and punched his chest lightly and affectionately. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“This is the craziest thing ever,” he admitted, looking at the ceiling fan.

She said, “I’m not exactly proud of it.”

“Don’t feel bad. Should I feel bad that it turns me on?”

She contemplated him. “No, I guess not.”

“Everybody has a thing, Sadie. I love you’re telling me this. You know how close I feel to you?”

“You’re just trying to soften me up, but I’m still not jerking some guy off.”

“You totally are, by the way, and I’m not softening you up. I’m serious. You just told me something that you’re so embarrassed about. Would you tell anybody else that story?”

“Never in a million years. I wish I didn’t tell you.”

“But you did,” he said, winding a finger in a circle and then touching the tip of her nose.

She bit his finger, held it clamped between her teeth.

“You’re so fucking sexy, Sadie. So fucking sexy.”