Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 113880 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 456(@250wpm)___ 380(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113880 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 456(@250wpm)___ 380(@300wpm)
“So you have to go back through people finding out your personal details each time you meet someone new.”
I nod and toss the grains in my hand, watching them disappear against the undulating sand before me. “Exactly.”
“And sex. Is it good now you’ve gotten past the virgin first girlfriend?”
The abruptness of the question knocks me off kilter. “It can be. Depends on the person.”
“Physically?”
“Sometimes, but it’s more of a communication thing, I think. The more open someone is to talking about sex, the better chance there is of it being satisfying for both parties, and in my case, the more chance of it being possible!”
I try to make light of it, but Allie pauses and even with her back to me, I feel her close observation of my answer. “Talking in advance or during?” she asks.
“Both,” I say. “I don’t want to hurt anyone I’m with, although sometimes there isn’t much I can do about it. It depends on how well we fit.”
“Mmm….that’s interesting.” Allie turns in my direction, blinking when she finds me looking directly at her. The wind whips the tendrils of her hair again and my fingers itch to smooth it. “Sorry…I just feel like I’m missing out on so much by not seeing you. Would it be okay for me to stay like this?”
I nod and shift until I’m sitting crossed legged, feeling like a kid on the kindergarten rug. “I guess so.”
“So, what you’re saying is that size matters for both partners?”
I shrug, her analysis of my answer throwing up a whole other avenue of discussion. “Yeah. Sure. I mean, when I see really tall men with really short women, my first thought is always, ‘how do they make that work?’. Or when you see tall women with short men, the same thing. When it comes to the size of other things, it helps if people are compatible.”
“So, you mean that it fits more easily?” Allie is focused on the recording app on her phone, her cheeks taking on a pretty, soft blush. Somehow, seeing that she’s struggling a little to ask me this stuff makes me less awkward.
“Yeah. Compatibility of size means less work, but there are ways of making things fit if size compatibility isn’t quite there.”
“Right,” Allie says, nodding emphatically. Her eyes flick up to mine, and I’m grateful for the thin dark plastic that conceals my gaze from hers. She bites the side of her lip as though she’s trying to determine if she should ask the question that’s on the tip of her tongue. “If you could change your size, would you?”
I’ve thought about this question many times before. When people have big noses, they can go for surgery to make them more moderate in size. Women have breast reductions and enlargements, lifts and tucks and goodness knows what else. But a man’s penis is pretty much a fixed entity, a size we’re allocated by a genetic roulette. “I wouldn’t change anything about myself,” I say. “We’re handed our lot and the good and the bad shapes us. I wouldn’t be the me I am right now if I was built differently because I would have had a whole heap of different experiences across my life.”
She nods and presses the stop button on her app before she looks up at me.
“That’s great for now.” Her smile is genuine, but maybe a little artificially bright. Allie puts across a confident persona, but there’s something beneath that feels uncertain. She stands and brushes the sand from her butt and thighs, glancing up at the clear blue sky spread above us. I rise to my feet too, stretching my arms above my head and letting the blood ease back into my cramped legs. “Are they all using the mold kits?” she asks, her attention already focused back on the house.
“I think so. Maybe Gabe and Theron are still waiting to make sure no one else’s dick falls off in the process.”
She laughs, shaking her head. “That’s a revelation in itself, how some men are happy to stick their dicks into kits and others aren’t so eager.”
“Like a lot of dudes are happy to stick their dicks into random women and others are more discerning.”
“Or maybe how men are happier to stick their dicks into random women than they are into quality tested vibrator making kits.” She starts walking toward the stairs that rise from the beach and turns to make sure I’m following. “I’m curious to see what the results will be like.”
She starts to climb the stairs and I wait for her to reach the top, not wanting her to feel crowded. Her bikini briefs sink a little deeper into the cheeks of her gorgeous ass, and I have to think about cleaning my gun, and the never-ending desert I spent years staring into, to prevent my dick from hardening.