Caitlyn poked out
her tongue while she stood in front of the mirror. How far should it
stick out?
Glancing back down
at the magazine, she quickly skimmed the relevant paragraph. Mmm. It
didn't really say.
She squared her
shoulders and stared at herself in the mirror. "Caitlyn,"
she said sternly to the skinny young fair-haired freckled woman, "you
are going to do this."
Her reflection
seemed to pale.
"Yes, you are,"
she insisted firmly. "Darling. Naming no names."
Caitlyn rolled her eyes as she mimicked the throaty tones of her
older sister's best friend, Juliana. Then she ground her teeth
together as she and her reflection glowered at each other.
Plopping
back down on the bed, she snatched up the magazine, determined to get
the hang of this oral sex thing. But the words blurred as she
remembered last night.
As
she reviewed the flow of the conversation, she stiffened.
The…the…bitch.
Juliana had brought up
the topic herself, right at the start of the night. She'd toyed with
the strawberry from her champagne, sliding it in and out of her
mouth. Caitlyn snorted. Was that supposed to be seductive? It made
her sick, all that
spit sticking to the strawberry.
Caitlyn's
throat tightened, her bottom lip wobbled, and two tears trickled down
her face. Hayden had stared, fascinated, at Juliana throughout the
long excruciating evening. She'd leaned across the table, baring even
more of her huge boobs, and had said with a knowing wink, "Darling,
some people, naming no names, are quite talented in that direction."
There
was a knock at the door. Damn. Hayden. She'd only got to the tongue
loosening exercise.
Quickly
wiping her face, she raced to the door, dropping the magazine, still
in her hands, onto the dining room table. Hayden stood in the doorway
with a bunch of roses, grinning. Before she could say a word, he
swept her up in a big bear hug, then carried her inside. "Sweetheart,
it's so good to see you." He lowered his curly head far down to
hers and kissed her. His trademark, yummy, sigh-worthy, soft, gentle
kiss. As he drew away, he laughed, as he always did, at her sigh.
"What about that Juliana last night? Dahling,"
he said, his voice a low, throaty growl, "Some people
are quite talented in that direction."
His blue eyes twinkled as he chuckled. "God, I laughed all the
way home."
"You…you
weren't…um…interested
in that whole…um…oral
sex thing?" Caitlyn said, licking her dry lips.
His
eyes fell to the magazine article on the table. Its huge headlines
seemed to have transplanted themselves across her heated forehead.
ORAL
SEX WORKSHOP —BLOW
BY BLOW TIPS.
"Baby,"
he said softly, "we'll get to that one day, but for now, let's
go out to dinner. We can take things as slowly as you like."
As
he went off in search of a vase, Caitlyn breathed out a whole lungful
of air. She picked up the magazine and went to throw it into the
rubbish bin.
But
a sudden giggle tickled at her throat. The picture of the banana drew
her eyes to the article's first key point: How to Get Him To Go Down
There More Often.
Maybe
she wouldn't throw the magazine away.
