Page 21 of Christmas D*ck

“No.” I leaned toward the center of the table. “At the same time,” I whispered.

He glanced at randy and nodded. “Oh.”

I reached for my fork. “That’s all.” I scanned the group. “Is that weird? Not my regret. Just everything. Is it weird that I don’t see it as weird?”

“Personally, I think it’s healthy,” Randy said.

“Me, too,” Kaci said. “It shows your maturity.”

I looked at Dick. I wouldn’t admit it out loud, but I found him far more attractive than I did at the beginning of the night. He had a rough exterior, and a badass swagger, but deep down inside, he was sensitive and caring – I was sure of it.

I could see myself fucking a man like him steadily.

Not as a boyfriend, or as a lover, but as a fuckbuddy. A man I enjoyed spending time with who could make me come at will.

A living breathing BOB.

He’d be the perfect bedside companion.

“I’m glad nobody’s creeped out by it,” I said. “That’s all that matters.”

“Does anyone else have any regrets,” Dick asked. “Anything they wish would have happened.”

“Don’t get me started,” Kaci said.

Randy stopped eating. “What is it?”

“It’s not an it. It’s a them. Or a they. Or whatever.”

“Let’s hear all of them,” he said.

She looked right at me and sighed.

I let out a laugh. “I’ve had your pussy in my mouth, and I’ve been plastered by a stranger’s cum,” I whispered. “You’re not going to offend me.”

“I’ve just got some weird hang-ups,” she said.

Dick stroked his beard. “Let’s hear ‘em.”

Her gaze fell to the table for a moment. When she looked up, her eyes were apologetic. “That relationship I was in made me hate certain things, and like other things. I don’t know. Some of them are just fantasies. They’ve never happened.”

“Dom-sub relationship?” Dick asked.

“No,” she said softly. “Just a guy that liked to beat on me.”

Randy’s sat up straight. “Excuse me? He hityou?”

She nodded.

He pushed his plate to the side. After resting his forearms against the table’s edge, he leaned forward. “Still have feelings for him?”

“None,” she said.

“Are you sure?”

“I hate him for what he did to me.” She gazed beyond him and shook her head. “From the time I was sixteen. Seven years of it before I got the courage to leave him.” Her eyes met his. “I learned how to get pretty creative with makeup, that’s for sure.”

“Do you know where he lives?” Randy asked.