Maggie, Book 1, Chapter 20

Max asked her if she was hungry and Maggie sighed and ran a hand through her hair. He turned nervously and watched her profile. They were both naked, shoulder to shoulder on her double dorm room bed. Sunlight streamed from the window and lit her up, glowing, from her breasts down. He was in shade except for his feet.

“Maggie?”

“Yeah?”

“Is something wrong?”

His stomach flipped as he watched her eyeballs look around. All the lust was drained from him. He’d been emptied. Now he was a guy who had spied on his fiancée, lied to her, convinced her to fuck another man. She'd taken Jay. Really done it. She'd had life-changing sex. She'd seen her Max at his most lascivious. His most base. He felt small and disgusting.

Finally, she said, “I’m not a slut, am I? You don't think that, do you?” She spoke the question fearfully to the room, eyes turned up to the sunlight. Now her head eased slowly on her pillow, turning her face to meet his. The sun cast a daub of afternoon light along her high, smooth cheekbone. She blinked at him with exigency. His hand held her, along her neck, his thumb on her jaw.

“Maggie, you are the greatest woman on earth. I mean that from my heart. You're not a slut. You're my fiancée, you're my Maggie.”

Her lips worked around while she thought about what they’d done. He worried too, worried what his lover might think of him after what she'd seen.

He asked, “What do you think of me?”

“I love you,” she said, one corner of her plump mouth coming up in a smile.

“And what I did...down there?” he said, chin pointing down to their waists.

Her hand covered his cheek now. She wasn't upset, not happy, somewhere in between, somewhere troubled. She whispered, “It made me come.”

“Was it good? With Jay?”

“It was amazing,” she said without smiling.

“He didn’t wear a condom.”

“I know,” she said and her thumb ran over his lip.

“He came inside you.”

“That was so hot,” she said.

“We didn’t agree on that.”

“Are you mad at me?”

“No. You said you weren’t really going to do it.”

She shrugged and sighed. “I didn’t think I would.”

“I knew you would.” He held her wrist while she caressed his cheek. They stared into each other’s eyes, laying on their sides. Communicating something but he wasn’t sure what. They didn’t smile. After a while he realized he was afraid.

“Sundae,” she said.

He said, “Sunday? ...what?”

“I’m hungry,” she smiled now and seeing her lips spread wide and the sunlight shine on their wet made everything better all at once. “Buy me a sundae.”

His hand stroked her sun-hot arm and he breathed her in, then hugged her to him tight. Felt her warm Maggie flesh press against his. “I would love to,” he said.

Her lips next to his ear, she whispered, “We should get in the shower...”

He said, “No. Maggie, is it okay...I want to take you out...like this...”

“Ew, Max...I’m all...dirty,” she said and chuckled.

“You’re so hot.”

“Like this?”

He screwed his mouth up, afraid to admit it, but he did. “Wear a skirt. Don’t wear panties.”

“Go out like that?” she laughed.

“For me,” he said.

She looked into his eyes again, watching and blinking, but she smiled the whole time and there was a twinkle there. “Okay,” she said.

Maggie got out of bed and he lay and watched her. Moving around her room naked and beautiful she opened drawers and threw items on the bed. She smiled the whole time, putting on a show for him, biting her own lip. She let him watch herself get dressed, pulling on a top with no bra and then a short skirt over her bare sex.

She scrunched her face up when she picked his clothes off the floor.

“What?” he said.

She whispered, “I think I’m still leaking.”

He groaned and closed his eyes and she threw his balled up clothes onto his face.

“You have your FarmCard?” she asked him as he sat up and got his clothing sorted.

“Yeah,” he said.

“Wash my bedding for me. My lover came all over my sheets,” she laughed.

She stood next to him and hugged his head while he slipped his pants on. His hand slipped up the inside of her thigh and went under her skirt. He felt her wet there, but she closed her thighs against him and she whispered, “Mnnh-mnh.”

“I love you,” he said.

“I love you too, Max,” she said to him, still holding his head to her chest. His hand was till clasped between the soft wet insides of her thighs.

“Are you sore?” he asked her as he stood up and balled up her duvet and her sheets.

“No,” she said. “I feel it. I know I had sex.”

He threw her things in her hamper and hoisted it to his hip. She held the door open for him, grabbing the handkerchief and tossing it onto her dresser. “Altieri’s?” he asked her as he passed into the hall.

She nodded and took his free hand in hers as they walked down the hall. “What did you think of Jay’s...” she looked over her shoulder, then whispered so no one would hear, “...Jay’s cock?”

He raised his eyebrows, said, “It was huge.”

“I know,” she agreed. “Are you okay with that?”

“Why? ...cause it’s better?”

“I don’t know...are you okay with that?”

“I’m okay,” he said. “You want to fuck him every Thursday?”

She laughed out loud and she squeezed his hand.

They went to the laundry room and he swiped his card for her, loaded her dirtied sheets into a washing machine. The laundry was crowded but Maggie got herself close to him and she whispered, “I just said that in the moment. I was worked up.”

He said, “You don’t want to do that?”

“I do want to do that. If it’s okay.”

He looked in her eyes. She was different. She was still turned on right now. That look excited him but it scared the shit out of him too. He wanted that for himself but it took another man to bring it out of her for him. He stared and thought and her eyes darted back and forth on his. His wrist was held and he looked down. Maggie looked around her shoulders again, a group of students laughing on the couches behind them and over two banks of washers and dryers. Her hands guided his hand up under her skirt and he touched her between her legs. She as warm still and wet. Labia were drying and stiffening but she was still seeping.

“Please, Max. You can watch.”

He nodded.

They left the laundry to run and she took his hand again and they walked out into the sun. The sun was shining and warm and the leaves on the trees winked in brilliant color. They headed through the Village and down to Altieri’s, getting a table by the front window. Maggie made a funny face before she sat, scooping her skirt under her bare butt and sitting gently.

“Feeling it now?” he asked.

“Starting to,” she laughed.

They ordered a pitcher of beer, a pepperoni pizza and two chocolate sundaes. Friends came and went and they waved and said hello. Maggie the whole time sitting there with no underwear, two boys’ semen leaking onto the inside of her skirt. He got hard. Ate his pizza hard. Drank his beer hard.

When the sundaes came he said, “I want you to do it again.”

She smiled and scooped ice cream into her mouth, long stainless spoon clicking against her perfect teeth. She held the ice cream in her mouth, frowned and winced at a headache, swallowed, then said, “We’ve got ten months...”

“You want to have sex with Jay for ten months?”

She took another scoop up on the spoon and said, “I don’t know,” frowning and shrugging. “Ten months until our wedding...”

“You still want to marry me?” he joked but fishing for confirmation.

She looked at him bewildered, said, “Max, of course.” She put her hand over his forearm. He placed his over hers.

He said, “Ten months?”

“Ten months until I’m a married woman. Ten months to explore the things I never did.” She looked in his eyes now, her face anxious and expectant.

His hand trembled over top of hers.

“What do you think?” she asked nervously.

It was his turn to look over his shoulders. He brought her hand down between his legs and she scanned the room as well. Her hand settle on the rock hard erection he’d been nursing since they got here. She stroked the tip of him where it pressed his pants out.

“A lot of experiences in ten months,” he said.

“I know,” she said, her eyes leveled on his, her thumb running a circle over his tip.

“Then you’ll marry me?”

“I can’t wait,” she said.

His stomach fluttered as her thumb brought him very close to a public orgasm. “Yeah,” he gasped.

She pulled herself close to him and whispered, “I’m going to be so bad, Max. So bad, in ten months you might not want to marry me...”