10.
Dana and I had been together for almost three years, and our sex life was in the doldrums. It's not as if the sex was bad; it had just gotten routine. God help me but it was getting boring.
We had sex once or possibly twice a week. It was fun; we had good orgasms and we knew how to push each others buttons: once in a while Dana would fuck me in the ass, and once in a while I would give her a good spanking. Maybe that was part of the problem; we knew each other a little too well, knew just what buttons to push. There was no spontaneity, no experimentation. It hadn't been like that at first. In the beginning, we had been firecrackers: constantly at it, always in the sack, experimenting and pushing each others limits. At some point, I don't know when, sex had become a habit. A nice habit to be sure, but a habit nonetheless.
I found myself looking and flirting more and more, and spending more time checking out porn on the internet. This trend made me sad, because I love Dana, and I wanted to be her girl forever. But I didn't stop looking.
It was late June, and we were suffering through the first heat wave of what promised to be a long and stifling summer. Dana and me were hanging out in the bedroom in front of our first big purchase together: the air conditioner. We both had our period that week, so sex was off the menu. A year ago that wouldn't have stopped us; it wouldn't even have slowed us down.
"Jonathan called me up yesterday."
"Yeah?" I rolled over languidly.
Jonathan was Dana's little brother; he had just graduated from high school, and would be starting at NYU in the fall.
"He was wondering if he could stay with us for a while this summer before school starts."
"Sure" I said "Why not? He's a neat kid."
Dana and I shared a rent-stabilized one bedroom apartment in Williamsburg. By some standards it was small, but to us it was practically a mansion. There was a futon couch in the living room that could be used as a bed by guests.
"Cool" Dana said "I'll let him know."
"Did you warn him about New York City in the summer?" We were both in bra and panties, barricaded inside the only cool room in the place. And it was still only June.
"Yeah."
"Well, it's his funeral then."
9.
A few weeks later, Jonathan showed up on our stoop. He was a neat kid; I had already met him a couple times by then. Dana's family had been very understanding when she came out of the closet; they had had us up to their house for dinner, and I had spent last Christmas with them. I guess it's never easy, but they had all tried real hard. They had been a lot cooler than my own family, that was for sure.
Jonathan was a skinny sandy haired kid, with glasses and a cute little pony tail. He was 19, and bouncing off the walls with energy. He was smart and funny (much like his older sister), and it was good to have him around. We set him up in the living room. He didn't come with much in terms of clothes and things. Guys, how do they do it? We all got along really well, though truth be told we didn't all hang out together very often. Dana and I both worked full time, and Jonathan took to the city like a fish to water. He spent all his time in the parks, galleries, and museums, sketching in his pad. He had some talent, that kid.
Dana and I had to be a little more careful about walking around the place topless, and leaving dildos laying around; but if Jonathan found it strange living with two lesbians, he was polite enough not to say anything.
8.
I got home from work early, which was nice because I would still get paid for a full eight hours. I was through the door and into the living room before I even noticed. I don't know who was more embarrassed.
Jonathan was stretched out on the futon, naked from the waist down, with his (sizeable!) erect cock still squeezed in one hand. A DVD was playing on the tv. One of our DVDs; punk rock girls with pink hair and piercings fucking each other in the ass with some exceptionally large and exotic dildos.
I don't think either one of us knew what to say at that moment. I stood there for a moment, my mouth hanging open I'm sure, like some dopey cartoon character. Jonathan was frozen, mid stroke, on the futon.
"Excuse me, I'm so sorry" I said, and turned around and walked straight out the door. I went for a long walk, which ended up in a bar near the river, and it was getting dark by the time I went home. Dana was there, but Jonathan wasn't. I didn't mention the incident to her.
7.
I didn't find myself alone with Jonathan for another week. Things were a little weird in the mean time- he gave me a look, I gave him a smile, he blushed, I looked away –but not very weird. It really wasn't a problem.
That Friday, I didn't have to work until late. Dana kissed me and left for work; I slept in. After my shower, I sat down at the kitchen table to my coffee and corn flakes. That was when I noticed Jonathan. He was laying on the futon, wearing boxers and a t-shirt. I was embarrassed that I hadn't noticed him. I didn't want him to think that I was ignoring him; I'm just dense in the mornings.
"Hey Andrea" he said "I'm really sorry about last week."
"Don't worry about it" I said "It's really not a problem." I laughed a little "Plus, if we didn't want you checking out our porn, I guess we shouldn't have left it lying around."
"Um thanks"
"Just don't leave any stains on the couch." That got a laugh. "It's not like Dana and me haven't left any stains of our own there" Another laugh. "Want a cup of coffee?"
"I don't usually drink coffee."
"Well, it's time you started."
He got up and poured himself a big glass of orange juice and joined me at the table. He still had bed head, and looked really cute.
"Can I ask you something Andrea?"
"Shoot. Ask away."
He blurted it out in one breath "What do girls get out of it anyway? I mean the, you know, the anal sex thing?"
Wow, that wasn't what I had been expecting, not at all. "Um, I don't know" I said "It's kind of forbidden and naughty, um but mostly it uh, just feels good." We were both blushing now, and then we both had to laugh at how embarrassed we both were. "Have you done that with a girl yet?"
Now Jonathan was really blushing. It was awful cute.
"Come on now" I joshed "didn't you ever fuck some cute little high school girl in the butt?"
If he turned any more red, he could have easily been mistaken for an outsized tomato.
"No, actually" he managed "I never did that."
We both got the giggles. When I could talk again, I asked "You're not a virgin then, are you?"
Silence.
"No! You're not, are you?"
"What if I was? Is that so bad?"
"No… not at all." I floundered "Some of my best friends are still virgins" That was patently untrue. "I didn't lose mine until I was twenty." That was true. "It's not a big deal. Not a big deal at all. I'm just surprised, that's all."
Now I was the one who looked like a tomato.
"So it really feels nice?"
"What?"
"You know… doing it in the butt."
"Oh yeah" I said "really good. If you ask me anyway."
"It's funny" he said "I always thought that it was something that guys did to girls… or gay guys did to each other. I always that it would hurt for the um, the person who…"
