I felt Nathaniel nod at the same time I did. He said, “It’s hot for women to be bi, but it’s not for men.”
I hugged his arms tight against me. “It is incredibly hot when men are bisexual!”
He laughed, hugged me, and snuggled over me until we could kiss. “You think so, but most women are weirded out by it, and gay men think you’re just afraid of admitting that you’re gay, and straight men think you are gay, and after their virtue.”
Jason nodded. “I’m not really bi, at all, but because I’m Jean-Claude’s pomme de sang, everyone thinks I am.”
“His apple of blood,” J.J. said. “You’re his main blood donor.”
“Actually pomme de sang is more than that, it’s almost like a mistress in the old-fashioned sense of keeping them in style,” I said.
She nodded, face serious again. “Jean-Claude would need a new pomme de sang if Jason moves to New York.”
“I was Anita’s pomme de sang once, but when I became her boyfriend she didn’t get a new one,” Nathaniel said.
“But you’re still in her bed so she can feed on you. Jason will be too far away for Jean-Claude to feed on him.”
“One problem at a time,” Jason said. “First, do you understand what I meant by rough now?”
“Yes,” she said, and hugged him around herself. She was back to looking unhappy again.
“And you’re okay with me having rough with Anita?”
“Okay, not entirely, but will I make you give her up? No. Honestly, if we all agreed to gentler sex for me, I’d love to have my fantasy come true with Anita and you.”
I stiffened a little, and Nathaniel helped me hide my face by bending over me and turning me around so we could have a longer and more passionate kiss. I could taste J.J. on his lips, in his mouth, mingling with the taste of my own body. It made me start to pull away, but it wasn’t a bad taste, just . . . I’d never kissed him before when he tasted of another woman. Apparently, my issues with women in certain areas had shown on my face, even before I tasted J.J. I appreciated the help at hiding it, but he gazed down at me as I drew back, a question on his face. J.J. was being a good sport; I needed to be one, too, so I kissed him back deeply, passionately. I worked my issue, instead of letting it spoil things. J.J. was truly being a good sport about being shoved outside her comfort zone. It was just that her sportiness only required her to watch, not participate; my sportiness might be more, um, hands-on, and I was already one woman over my comfort limit, and it wasn’t J.J.
I broke from the kiss, and was able to say with a normal voice, “I’m flattered.”
“But part of why I’m here is that you already have a female lover and you’re not very happy about it,” J.J. said.
I turned enough in Nathaniel’s arms to look at her. “Yeah.”
“I’ve met Jade, she’s beautiful.”
“I’ve never argued that,” I said.
“Besides you sharing memories of sex with women from the men in your life, which I admit is weird since you don’t have those parts, what else bothers you about Jade?”
“I’d never thought of women as potential lovers before and suddenly I’m supposed to be the main lover of one; wouldn’t that weird anyone out?”
J.J. nodded. “I’ll give you that, but I can’t help you with that. Is there anything specific that you’re puzzled by? Anything about sex with another woman that you want to know from someone who’s dated a lot of women?”
“A lot, huh?” Jason said.
She turned and gave him a big, mischievous smile. “You and I have exchanged our numbers; you know exactly how many women.”
He laughed. “I knew we had a chance when your number was bigger than mine.”
Knowing something about Jason’s number of lovers, I was impressed, and a little . . . well, it’s not everyone who hits triple digits for lovers. Once I would have been judgmental; now I was puzzled. Even with everyone I’d had in my life I was still under thirty lovers. I just couldn’t imagine liking that many people that much.
Nathaniel held me close and whispered, “What do you want to know, Anita?”
I turned enough to look at him. “What do you mean?”
“What puzzles you the most about sex with another girl?”
I thought about it; hell, I’d been thinking about it. “One, the oral sex, it’s so different in some ways, and Jade’s still working through her issues with men so she won’t let anyone but me and Domino go down on her, and I know I’m not doing it as well as I could, but I don’t know what I’m doing wrong.”
“Does she orgasm?” J.J. asked.
I fought free of a moment of embarrassment. “Eventually.”
Nathaniel said, “Luckily Jade is fast clitorally.”
“Jade let you watch?”
“Anita asked for some help with the oral, and hoped that I could give pointers through watching, and Jade agreed to it.”
“And what did you learn?” J.J. asked.
“That Jade is one of those women who won’t give feedback. I told Anita to ask, does this feel good, does that, but Jade won’t give directions.”
“Oh, God, I hate women like that,” J.J. said.
“It’s because her ex-master took all directions as criticism of his performance, and punished her for it,” I said.