“Theadora works for my mother as a maid. She lives here on the estate.”
“Hanging with us lower classes, hey?” He chuckled.
Although he was playing with me, and I could take a joke like anyone, it still felt like a kick in the ribs. More as a reminder of my mother’s bigotry.
“She’s far from lower class. In my book, it takes more than money to make a person.”
He narrowed his eyes. “You seem pretty smitten. Are you going to marry her?”
I shrugged. “Marriage has never been on my to-do list.”
He nodded thoughtfully. “We’re on the same page there, for sure. A fucked-up institution.”
“I’m not that cynical about marriage. It’s just that if I tie that knot, it will be a bowline.”
He laughed at my reference to our army training. “Secure. Easy to do, and dependable.”
I chuckled at his paraphrasing our military master.
He tossed me a ball, and I reached up with one hand to catch it. “Since being with Theadora I’m no longer the same.”
“You say that as though it’s painful.” He bounced the ball.
“It’s confusing, not painful. A couple of weeks back I saw her with a guy who was trying to get into her pants. A guy she goes to college with, and I wanted to fucking kill him. Now that was a pretty fucked up reaction, wouldn’t you say?”
He studied me for a moment. “You’re protecting what’s yours, I suppose. Jealousy and love are inseparable.”
“Yeah, too right. I’ve never been this way about a girl. Ever. I was her first, you know.” I kicked the ball back to him.
He looked surprised. “Really? Wow. Like the olden days. When couples had sex for the first time on their wedding night. Imagine that.”
I caught the ball. “There’s something really powerful about knowing that she’s only ever been with you though.”
“I get that. But it’s also chemistry. It’s all about the connection. In and out of bed. The fit, man.” He chuckled. “You can’t exactly annul a marriage because your new wife is shit in the sack.”
“But it’s a two-way thing. She can learn. It’s up to us to pleasure her.”
“That’s if she lets us. I met a girl last week who hated me going down on her.” His grimace at how preposterous that was made me chuckle.
I nodded. “Love tonguing pussy.”
He laughed. “Yep. One of the finer pleasures in life.”
I thought of Theadora and how she loved me devouring her pussy. She was an absolute natural in that department, and she seemed to love having my dick in her mouth too.
But it was the fit. How she felt when I was inside her. I’d never experienced such explosive orgasms before.
There was much more than that though. We talked about everything. I enjoyed her company. I wanted to share my day with her.
I kicked the ball. “If she’s not around I think about her. All the time.”
He nodded slowly. “You’re in love.”
I scanned his face. “But is it love? Or just lust? From the moment I saw her. Even though she was drugged-out and asleep on my couch and even with me thinking she was a working girl, I became almost instantly obsessed.”
His eyebrows sprung up. “You thought she was a working girl?”
I’d told him how I’d saved Theadora.