I’ve never given a blow job.
I’ve never come.
I’ve never been kissed.
I eye her suspiciously as I think them over and how she said each sentence. The first sentence was easy falling from her lips, meant to shock me as I had her. The second was breathy, like she was thinking about coming when she said it and how good it would feel. The third she said almost playfully, like she was daring me to kiss her.
I smile.
“Have you decided?” she asks.
“I can eliminate one easily.”
“And which one is that?”
“I’ve never come is easily a lie. I felt how you pressed back against my body when I was touching you. You know your body well. You know how it feels to make yourself come. You know that exquisite feeling when you touch your clit and explode.”
Her cheeks blush just a little, but otherwise, she doesn’t show any confirmation that I chose one of the lies correctly.
“And what do you think? Do you think you know any of mine you can eliminate?”
She cocks her head to the side as if she’s hiding something. “You’ve never shot a man. That one’s easily a lie. I saw your gun. I can only assume you’ve used it.”
I swallow hard, and she knows she guessed the lie correctly.
“Now comes the hard part though.”
I nod.
We both eye each other, waiting for either to give away our secrets with a look, a breath, a word. Neither of us does.
I watch her weigh her two options in her head. Either I’ve never raped or never murdered. Neither makes me a saint, both make me a sinner. She knows nothing about me, but I know the hope she has will make her choose I’ve never killed a man, because she views that as the worse crime. She will choose the lesser of the two evils. Wrongly.
I think between my two options.
If I believe she was telling the truth when she says she’s never been kissed, then that means she’s given a man a blow job without having been kissed first. I stare up at the woman in front of me. She’s not that kind of woman. She may be desperate, but she knows her own worth. She wouldn’t sell herself, so she wouldn’t give a blow job for money. And if a boyfriend asked, he would have had to have been chivalrous. Taken her out on date after date to gain her kiss, let alone to earn her to blow him.
“Ready?” she asks.
I nod.
She lifts her drink, and I raise mine. We both down our drinks until the glasses are empty, our eyes never leaving each other.
“Your truth is you’ve never given a blow job,” I say as I gently set the glass on the table, happy to declare my victory. I don’t care if she guesses correctly. I will get my questions answered.
Her lips slowly curl. “Wrong.”
What? She’s given a blow job but never been kissed?
She leans forward on the table. “And your truth is you’ve never raped a woman.”
My eyes glare back at her as she smirks. I don’t have to open my mouth for her to know my truth. She already knows she won.
6
Kai
I won.