Glamour Shots, Chapter 23 - Sex Stories

Glamour Shots, Chapter 23

... know any more, if that’s okay with you.” She leaned away and looked at me, our eyes searching each other’s, and I know she saw something in mine because she slid off my lap and moved behind me, placing her hands on my shoulders and leaning into me so that my head rested against her stomach. Softly, gently, she said, “I’m sorry, baby; I went too far. I know you don’t want to hear about other men I’ve been with, even if it was way back in the past.” “In all fairness, I did ask.” “Still… and just so you know, Ty never made me do anything too kinky. It was more a case of time and place than it was of what we were doing. Public places, places where we could get caught, things where people around us might or might not know what we were doing. Stuff like that, not gross, disgusting things.” She continued to rub my shoulders and reminisce, even though I’d asked her not to tell me more; unfortunately, she now had my curiosity piqued again. “So you had sex with him in public places? You? I can’t believe you would do that.” She laughed softly. “Me either – and it was real sex, not just the touching and teasing like you and I sometimes do. That’s what I mean about why we broke up. I wasn’t comfortable with that; it was beyond my limits, and I finally found enough courage to do what I needed to do… even though he had the ability to push all my buttons.” I laughed, more from amazement than amusement, and shook my head. “I just can’t picture you having sex in a public place. It’s just too… ...

... incredible; you know as in ‘not credible’, not the other thing.” She smiled. “Do you want some examples?” “No! No, I think I’m good. I’ll just take your word for it. Why are we talking about this stuff anyway? We never used to do this kind of thing.” Neither of us ventured an answer for that question, at least not immediately. She moved away from me, crossing to the counter and refilling her coffee mug. She carried the pot over and filled mine as well, heating up the little bit I had left in the cup. After she’d returned the pot to the coffee maker, she sat down opposite me, across the table. Only then did she reply to my question. “You know what I think? I think it’s because of the photos that Derek took. That whole thing, with the pictures, and other people seeing them and you getting jealous of him – I think it’s awakened a sexual side of us that we’d never explored up till now.” She paused and looked at me, waiting for a response. When I didn’t respond immediately, she became tired of waiting and simply asked. “Well? Don’t you? If it’s not that, then the timing is incredibly coincidental, don’t you think? Davey? Say something…” “No, you’re right; I’m sorry, I was just thinking about what you said, and yeah, I think that’s a big part of it. It makes sense. I’m not sure it’s a good thing, but it does make sense.” “I think it’s a good thing. I think any time you communicate your thoughts and desires more openly it’s a good thing – and the sex has been pretty amazing too!” I ...