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“That’s okay. I love straws.”

“You’d need a big one.”

“The bigger the better.”

I had a hard time keeping a straight face. Trip wasn’t in on the joke, but he figured it out pretty quickly.

“You’d have to swallow a lot at once,” Wren said.

“I can do that. And if I can’t, I’ll just drink more often.”

“That might work. It really depends on the straw.”

“Yeah,” Christy said. “Some are better than others.”

I lost it at that point.

Christy looked confused.

“You explain it to her,” I said to Wren through tears of laughter.

“Explain what?”

“I’ll tell you later,” Wren said. Then she smirked at me. “Two. Zip.”

“Oh, absolutely,” I said. “Well played. Very well played.”

Christy was naïve, not stupid. She thought back and realized what Wren had really been talking about. She threw her napkin at her.

“That’s just mean,” she added. “I thought you were serious!”

“I’m sorry,” Wren said. Her ear-to-ear grin said different. “I couldn’t help it. You were just so enthusiastic.”

“Yeah, and dumb!”

“Not dumb. Just…”

“Beautifully clueless,” I finished for her. I smiled at Christy. “Don’t worry. I’m the same way. Not as beautiful, but a lot more clueless.”

The phone rang. I was the closest to the kitchen, so I went to answer it. I was still chortling as I picked up the receiver.

“Hello?”

“Paul?”

I cleared my throat and turned serious in a hurry. “Hi. How’re you? Hold on a sec. Lemme switch phones.”

“Who is it?” Wren asked from the dining room.

I stuck my head into the doorway. “It’s for me. Long-distance. From California.” I felt a stab of guilt at the half-truth. “I’m gonna take it upstairs.”

I caught Trip’s eye. “Will you hang this up for me?” He was farthest from the kitchen, but I didn’t want either of the girls to hear who was on the other end of the line.

“Um… sure,” he said.

Wren looked suspicious until Christy started up again.

“I can’t believe you did that!”

“I wasn’t doing it to you. I was teasing Paul! ”

“That doesn’t make it any better.”

I handed the phone to Trip and said in a low voice, “Cover me.”

“Yeah, sure, of course.”

I slipped past him and edged around the arguing girls. I sprang up the stairs two at a time and skidded to a halt in my bedroom. I kicked the door shut and swiped the phone off its cradle. “I got it,” I said into it.

“Okay,” Trip said. “Looks like we averted World War III down here.”

“Thanks, man.”

“Don’t mention it.”

The line clicked.

“Are you still there?” I said, a little breathlessly.

Gina laughed. “What was that about?”

“Long story. Hold on a second.” I tried to control my breathing as I listened for telltale clicks or breaks in the line. I didn’t want a certain meddling matchmaker to pick up an extension and listen in. “Okay,” I said at last. “Go ahead.”

“Is it a good time?”

“Yep. We were just sitting around after dinner.”

“Ah, okay. I just got home from the clinic.”

“Good day?”

“Yes, but a lot better when I came home.”

“Oh, why? What’s up?”

“Three things. First, I read your latest letter. So I was thinking of you.”

“In a good way?”

“Very good.”

“Cool.”

“Second, Regan has a date tonight. She already left, so I have the apartment to myself.”

“Does that—?”

“Third, I’m running a hot bath right now.”

“Yep,” I said with a laugh, “that means what I think it does.”

“Oh? What do you think?”

“Let me ask you a question first. What’re you wearing?”

“The pearls your parents gave me.”

“Anything else?”

“A smile.”

“Yep, it means what I think it does.”

“You know me so well.”

“I do. But I’m way overdressed for this call.”

“Oh? What’re you wearing?”

I skinned out of my clothes in record time.

She laughed at all the rustling.

“Sorry, bad connection,” I said at last. “What’d you say?”

“I said…” She turned on her sexiest voice, “What’re you wearing?”

“A goofy grin.”

“Anything else?”

“A hard-on.”

She laughed again, warm and rich. “God, I miss you.”

“I miss you too.”

“I wish I could see you.”

“I’d mail you a picture,” I said, “but I don’t have a wide-angle lens.”

“Ha! That was good.”

“Thank you, thank you. I’ll be here all week.”

“Hold on a sec,” she said. “My bath is ready. I don’t wanna drop the phone.”

I listened to her turn off the water and sink into it with a low groan of pleasure.

She picked up the phone again. “God, this water feels good.”

“I know what would make it better.”

“You?”

“Yep.”

“Mmm, I’d like that. Your hands, your hard dick…”

Speaking of which, I thought, and flopped on the bed, where I introduced the hand in question to the hard dick in question.

I started stroking as Gina described exactly what she wanted to do to me

in the bath. I didn’t even try to prolong things, so I had to juggle the phone and reach for Kleenex at the same time. She must have heard, because she started telling me how much she wanted to taste my come. I blasted the tissues with about a quart of the white stuff.

“I wish I could taste it,” she said as I caught my breath.

“Me too.” I swallowed to moisten my mouth. “Your turn?”

“I wanna take my time, I think.”

“Fine by me.”

“You remember the first time I gave you head?”

I thought back. “Um… at the quarry?”

“Uh-uh. On the raft. Movie night.”