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"How am I to compete! With your energy? Your wild fearless nature? I'm just... Greg."
"Hey! You're superman Greg, remember? You don't have anything to prove. I'm happy being your sex-kitten kamikaze. Don't worry, I get my jollies; your warm furry very-male body does all the right things for me." I snuggled in a little more, naked on naked, really nice.
He seemed a little better.
"Don't you ever..."
"Hmmm?" I nuzzled his cheek; licked it. Salty.
"Don't you ever think of me as a freak? Doing things you can't do? Don't you feel... jealous? Or resentful?"
I thought about it.
"Nah. Some guys play the guitar; I can't do that either. I like the guitar, can you play?"
He shook his head. "No."
"Ok, so that's a minus on the boyfriend tally sheet. But you have your Greg thing! Balances out.
"Nice, to have a boyfriend with skills. Glad you learned it, it's useful and makes you a better person."
He sighed, definitely feeling better now. I could tell.
"Long as you don't go all Magneto on me." I bit his jaw, jumped up before he could retaliate. "Time for grocery shopping!"
"Could we put something on first?" We were wearing only beach shoes.
"Maybe a hat? It could get sunny later!"
He reached out to swat me; I dodged. "Ok, put something on. But not too much! Sex kamikaze isn't finished with you yet!"
Next: more sex. Maybe a ring? Does it matter now?
- COMMENTS
rb5891about 1 year agoI like the story, very much! It is great that he can see stuff through other things with acuity. It is the edge of suspended disbelief when he sees what people are doing 5 miles away on a jetliner, but the international space station is 248 miles up. If he can see that, can he see viruses?
