“Okay, I’m listening.”
“You don’t have to apologize. What she said makes sense. I mean, I moved in six weeks ago. You spelled everything out then – a blow job morning and night, anal now and then, yadda, yadda. I was fine with that, ’cause I wanted you to like me. I still am. And I still do. And then when I wanted to quit? My job, I mean? Same. I knew. In the back of my mind, I knew. I went into this with my eyes wide open. Understand?”
Mitch sighed. “I understand you’re talking crazy talk. You’re connecting things that aren’t connected.”
“I’m *your* puta.” She stood up and unbuttoned her blouse the rest of the way down. “And I guess I must be fine with that. Apparently?”
“What are you doing? Stop that. Can we just finish dinner?”
She rubbed her vulva, through the thick denim fabric, against the rounded corner of the table. “That guy? What’s his name, down at Round Lake? He said I was super subversive.”
“Subversive? What are you talking about?”
“That guy. No, wait, he said submersive. I let you totally submerse me, submerge me I mean, when I give in to what you want.”
“You mean submissive. Syl said you were totally submissive. That’s all. You like to please. He’s just a guy. A putz. You don’t have to listen to him. I guess he’s a fat, rich putz, but still a putz. It doesn’t mean… you’d do it for money. With strangers. That’s what a puta is. Does.”
“Not lately” She pulled the hem of the blouse out from her jeans, fully exposing her big firm tits and the oversize nipples. “You realize, I haven’t tasted your sperm in a week.”
“You’re back to that? It’s ’cause the doctor said. Ten days. And then get retested. Put your shirt back on.”
She didn’t comply, instead shrugging the garment off entirely, and kept masturbating herself for another few seconds. “Did I tell you, I wasn’t so sure, the first time you came in my mouth? It tasted like coffee.” She moved over to the other side of the table and knelt beside her boyfriend. He turned so she couldn’t easily get between his legs.
“Yeah, you said.” About 3 times different by now, he thought to himself. “I drink a lot of coffee.”
“I got used to it, though. Now, I miss it.” She looked up at him sadly.
“Look, can you go back to your side of the table? I want to finish eating.”
“But I’m so horny. Aren’t you horny too?” She placed her hand on his crotch. “Aren’t you horny for *me*? We can use a rubber.” She groped around, trying to find signs of an erection that wasn’t there.
“I hate rubbers.” He took her hand off his lap.
“I know. I hate rubbers too. Giving a blow job with a rubber is gross. But I’ll do it. For you. Then when you get close, you can take it off, and I’ll finish with a hand job, and you can shoot your sperm right in my mouth. I promise I won’t touch your dick with my mouth. And it’s okay if you miss a little and splash it on my face. Like that one porn we watched before we left?” She tried to put her hand on his cock again, and he rebuffed her.
“I don’t want to. I need to finish eating, and then go do some things for work for a couple hours. Maybe later. Okay?”
She didn’t move and looked up inquisitively at him. “Baby,” she asked after a few more seconds, “are you seeing somebody?”
“No.” He gave her a little push. “No. Of course not. Go finish your dinner.”
She kept her kneeling pose and reached for his crotch again. “Aren’t you dying? From horniness I mean? Dying to cum? I am. You *must* be.”
He pushed her hand away, then thought for a moment. “I jerked off this morning.”
“When? You got up before I did.”
“In the shower.”
“You don’t like to jerk off.”
“I did it this time. ‘Cause I needed to, and ’cause you’ve got the clap.”
She pondered. “Who is she? You went down to El Cuenca all of a sudden. On a Saturday. It was to see someone, wasn’t it? A girl?”
“You’re imagining things, Shrimp. I went to see some VCs.”
She reached toward his belt buckle with both hands. “Let me smell your dick.”
He slapped her hands away yet again. “Huh? What? No.”
“Did you have it inside her pussy?”
“No.”
“Then let me smell it.”
“You’re being crazy again.”
“Or does she suck your dick?”
“You’re getting annoying. And crazier, even for you.”
“Does she suck it better than me? Is that why you went down there?”
“No.”
“Does she have big boobies?”
“Katey…”
“Is she pretty?”
“I’m really tired of the crazy talk.”
“Just tell me the truth. Did she suck your dick?”
He had reached his limit. “No. She doesn’t give head. Or anything. She’s just… an old friend.”
“An old friend, who sucks your dick.”
“I just said. No.”
“And nothing happened. You go down there all of a sudden, come home, not horny at all, and nothing happened.”
He sat silently for a moment. “I didn’t say that.”
“You fucked.” She looked away.
“Yeah.” He paused again. “She was available today. That’s all.”
She began to cry.
“What are you crying for? You kept asking. You had to know, just *had* to know. Stupid. I didn’t want to tell you.”
“I don’t *want* to share you with anyone. I don’t wanna *hafta* share you.”
“See? This is what I mean by crazy. You just said you’re my puta. So then you don’t have any say, if I make other plans. Make up your mind.”
“A puta is someone who *gets* shared. You’re not the puta here. I don’t wanna share *you*.”
“I think…. I need to get my work done. Leave me alone.” He got up from the kitchen table and went to his den on the other side of the house. He left Katey there on her knees, sobbing.
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