Page 69 of The Other Side of Paradise

“Fuck, that was hot,” I said between laughs. “Mm… I liked this game.”

“Wow,” she whispered. “Yeah, uh… really… great game.”

“Allison?”

“Y-yeah?”

I propped myself up on the back of the couch as best I could—the room was spinning, hazy, a little out of focus, like I’d forgotten my glasses, and I grinned at her. “Tell me what happened at the fucking beach already.”

“Oh, god.” She looked away, hunching her shoulders to hide behind. “Why are you so curious about it?”

“Because of the way you’ve gotten all shy and cagey about it. Did you go get yourself off in the bathroom or something?”

She groaned. “No… in the car.”

I laughed, once. “You got so turned on—”

“I know.”

“You got so turned on talking to me that you had to take a break from conversation to go masturbate in your car—”

“Iknow—”

“—thinking about me?”

“Yes,” she groaned, burying her face against the back of the couch.

“That’s hot,” I laughed, collapsing against the couch arm. “Could have just said so. I’m not here to judge. Get yours.”

“I, uh, didn’t think that would be your reaction.”

“What’d you think about?”

“Um. You giving me directions.”

I bit my lip. “Did this look like that?”

“Uh—yep. Yeah. A lot like it.”

“I am so glad I could help your fantasy come true,” I laughed, and I got a surge in my chest that left me reeling, because I suddenly kind of wanted to kiss her.

I mean, hell, this whole thing was kind of lesbian in the first place, but it hadn’t been like we were touching. Except that right when I’d been on the verge of orgasm, I was thinking how I wanted to pin her down and fuck her—I wasn’t even sure how. It wasn’t like we had the equipment. I just felt the urge to mount her, like she had a dick and I wanted to get on top of it, or like I did and I wanted to shove her down into the couch and fuck her until I came. And now there was this very distinct urge to drape myself over her and kiss her.

What was that even supposed to mean? I didn’t want to touch her. The whole… well, I wasn’t into pussy. The thought of putting my hand there was a little weird, let alone putting my fingers inside her or like—I didn’t think in a million years I would go down on her. But I wanted to kiss her. Was I, like, half gay? Was that a thing? That sounded like I was describing being bisexual, but that wasn’t how it worked. Was it? Had Ryan had this kind of experience too when she’d fucked Brooklyn?

Maybe I’d ask. I just had to figure out the right way to.Iwas cool with being likehey I got off with Allison on the couch last night, but Allison would die.

“You definitely… made my, uh, fantasy, uh,” Allison started, stumbling over words in ways I didn’t even know possible, blushing furiously and looking at everything in the room that wasn’t me. “Well, I mean, very… come true.”

“Very come true.”

“Come true very much. Very well. Come very true. Jesus Christ, I don’t know what the fuck I’m saying.”

She was so cute. Was this just a post-orgasm thing? I wanted to kiss her so badly. Her lips looked so soft. What kind of noise would she make if I pinned her against the back of the couch and kissed her into it?

Oh, god, she wanted a girl to wear a strap-on and fuck her missionary-style. I wanted to kiss her in that position. What was weirder, being gay but not into pussy, or being straight but wanting to wear a strap-on and fuck a girl while making out with her?

“Did you like that?” I said, and she laughed awkwardly.