Maggie, Book 1, Chapter 10

In the morning he had Public Economics 440, then Monetary Policy. After lunch, a peanut butter sandwich he ate from a plastic baggie in the hall at Millbrook, he had European Economic Integration, and then Gov 335. Concentrating during those classes had proven difficult. He took notes, typed away on his laptop. Wasn’t even sure what had been written. Not sure he’d even comprehended what the lecture was about. He was vaguely aware, sure, some surface understanding. But the bulk of his cranial horsepower was wrenching torque on the libidinous discoveries over the last twenty-four hours.

Wished he could take it back. Wished he hadn’t revealed to Maggie how those things had turned him on. Wished though, that he hadn’t seen Maggie touch that Jay. Wished she hadn’t ever met Jay. Somehow he’d been so consumed by his lustful thinking the actual act of Maggie practically cheating on him disappeared in the shadows. Her act had shone a light on something else. Something that should have stayed hidden. But here it was now out in the open and his big mouth had whispered it right into the ear of the girl he loved while he fucked her from behind in an alley. Those feelings conjured up by what he witnessed hadn’t even had time to get sorted and he was acting on them. Wanting what they’d produced to be explored further. Wanted that anxious wild knot in his heart, in his belly, in his cock and balls—wanted it back. Wanted to experience it again. Wanted to know if that odd pleasure he got from the feeling could be made brighter, or slipperier, or whatever way he might describe it. Like something slick and wriggling, exciting, but deadly poisonous. Something his brain said to leave alone but something dark in him said, Tickle it a bit more—see what happens...

Maggie seemed to waver. She wasn’t as keen as he presumed she would be. Didn’t seem to be feigning, either. He didn’t think she was lying. Hidden in her room, he’d watched her face go red, from bashfulness and lust. Saw her eyes burn traces all over Jay’s muscles and manhood. She’d been convinced to hold his balls while he jerked off. His Maggie. His smart Maggie falling for something so dumb. My cock won’t go down, guess I’ll have to jerk off while you watch. This is cool right? And she agreed. Smart Maggie. She wasn’t being tricked. She wanted it. She was curious. And yet when he gave her a green light—permitting something that should be forbidden—she did not jump on it. She was considerate. She wasn’t sure that’s what she wanted. Crazy. Yesterday he was mad at her for drawing him, looking at him, touching him. Now today he might be mad at her for not agreeing to fuck him. This was all about Max. All about Max’s feelings and desires. He tried to picture if Maggie asked to watch him fuck another girl. He guessed he would indeed feel weird. Deep down though he would be interested, but it would be weird to hear from someone he loved that they wanted that. Fuck. Did she think there was something wrong with him?

There wasn’t though. He loved her. It made sense that he wanted her happy. It also made sense that he would be aroused by seeing her with another man sexually because he would get to see her sexy and happy. There was jealousy, but that was part of the thrill. Fuck, maybe that was weird. He knew Cole had threesomes. Maybe four times now at Farmingham. Cole and two girls. That was not the same thing. Those girls were just looking for fun. Cole didn’t love them. Wasn’t in relationships with them. Just three people looking to get off. But maybe that’s what this was. Maybe they were just getting off. He was just getting off with the person he loved and some other guy. That was it. He just wanted Maggie to get off. He’d been inspired by what he’d seen of her response to Jay. That had inspired this feeling. He just wanted this to be fun. He’d get off. Get off in the closet by himself. But he would get off.

He headed across the Oren Glen, booking it to his dorm room. He was going to have a shower, try not to masturbate, then he’d run to his Maggie and they’d make love. Wherever. In an alley again if he had to. He’d convince her this was okay. Not weird. It was safe and it was fun. She was almost there, she just needed a gentle and caring nudge.

His phone rang and he fished it out of his pocket while he hustled the gravel path. The screen was lit up with his Maggie’s face. She was supposed to be in class until five o’clock.

“Hello?”

Maggie, tinny on the other end, said, “Max. Can you come here? ...it’s important.”

“Where are you?”

“In my room.”

“In your room, Maggie? I thought...” he looked at his watch, tried to remember what day it was. “Don’t you have class?”

“I skipped it. Can you come here? Please...it’s important.”

“Is everything okay?”

“I think so. Yeah, it is. I want to talk to you.”

“You sure you’re okay?” he said, coming to the center of the circle, a concrete hoop with a fountain sprouting up from a bounteous garden. He turned off the left intersection headed for Keegan instead of home. His shower would have to wait.

“I’m fine, Max. I’ve been thinking...”

***

Maggie answered her dorm room door conspiratorially. Not saying a word, letting him pass while she peered around him, then looking down the hall, closing it behind her and locking it.

“What is it, Maggie? What's going on?”

“Sit,” she said, guiding him to the bed. He sat on the edge, in the middle, and she crossed to sit up at the pillows where she sat when she would draw. “Nothing’s going on.”

“What’s so urgent? Please, you're killing me.”

“I want an honest opinion.”

“On what?”

“Max. If I do this thing tomorrow...”

His heart somersaulted and he sat straighter. “Yeah?”

“I’m not going to. But if I did...” she bit her lip painfully, making herself wince, the corners of her mouth coming up into a smile.

“What?” he laughed.

“Honest?”

“What the fuck is it, Maggie?” he laughed again.

“My...pubic hair.”

He laughed hard enough to shake the bed, fell on his side.

“Max, don’t laugh,” she said, slapping his arm. She was also laughing.

He said, “What about it?”

“You know? ...”

“What?”

“...Is it sexy?”

“Oh Maggie. It doesn't matter. You're sexy. You're natural. I like it—you know I like it.”

Her head rolled around on her neck a little, looking up around her room. “Will...will Jay like it?”

The thought of Jay having an opinion on her grooming hurt him. Reminded him Jay would see her...see between her legs. Touch it maybe. He got mad and hurt and aroused all at the same time. Just like that. Now he was horny.

“You want Jay to like what's between your legs?”

“Of course, Max,” she said, holding his forearm. “That's okay. Of course I don't want to gross him out.”

“It’s hot.”

“Is it?”

“No, I mean asking me what you're asking is hot.”

She laughed, “Does that turn you on?”

He nodded. Aroused but embarrassed again. “Do you think it's weird? ...I’m weird?”

“No, I kind of think this is hot now, too.”

He breathed heavily a few breaths, watching her, their eyes staring into one another, smiles starting to creep up their cheeks. His cock was filling out in his briefs.

“You’re so fucking sexy, Maggie.”

“Should I shave?”

“Shave between your legs?”

“I think I should,” she screwed her face up, bit her lower lip.

His eyes worked around while he thought. No idea what Jay would like or not like. Consensus would be that she should shave. He might like her when she was hairy. He wouldn't not like that she was shaved. Everybody shaved. It was the most assured choice.

“He won’t not like that you're shaved.”

“Right?”

“Aw, you're going to shave?”

“You’ll miss it?”

“You grow it back for me?”

“I will, Maxy,” she said, and she leaned over her crossed legs and she kissed his cheek. He turned and took her lips.

“You’ll think about it, then?”

“No promises, Max. This is crazy. ”

“It is.”

“It's kind of stupid,” she said, kissing his neck.

“I know. It’s so hot to me.”

“To me, too.”

“Did you think about Jay last night?”

Her eyes went wide, looking away, inhaling. She nodded.

“Did you touch yourself?”

Now she was mad. “Max. No,” she said, frowning.

“It’s okay if you did.”

She shook her head, saying no, and changing the subject at the same time. “Max?”

“Yeah?”

“Would you do it for me?”

“Do what? Masturbate?” he said.

She whispered, “Shave me.”

His smile dropped. This was real now. His Maggie was being kinky. Getting into this. Aroused by the prospect, yet engaging him. His heart swelled in his chest.

“Really? That’s kinky.”

“I want to be kinky,” she laughed.

“You do?”

“I want you to be involved. I want you to prepare me.”

His eyes widened. “Fuck, Maggie. Oh, my God, that’s so hot.”

“Prepare me for my lover,” she said, and put an arm around his neck, forehead coming to touch his.

It made him shake. It aroused him so much. Maggie was great in bed. She was a creative person. Imaginative. Yet her strict Chinese and Dutch parents seemed to close her sexuality in a box. Kept her from having boyfriends, kept her from having sexual experiences. The thought that she had kinks and fantasies was suddenly overwhelming. More important than anything he was doing at school, more important than their impending wedding. If Maggie wanted to be freaky that was all he wanted to deal with right now.

“Tell me that again,” he said, making his tone lustful and serious.

“I’m going to have sex with Jay and I need you to groom me. Make me pleasing to him.”

“You're going to fuck him?” he said, his voice trembling. She didn't answer him, watched him, point-blank, faces almost touching, eyes blinking, lips smiling.

“Should I shave my armpits too?”

“Probably,” he said.

“No, tell me...”

“Jay will want your armpits to be shaved. I’ll shave them.”

“Shave them for him.”

His stomach tightened at what she wanted to hear.

“I’ll shave your pussy, Maggie. Shave it for Jay. I want him to be happy with your pussy.”

“You think he’ll like it?”

“You have a beautiful pussy, Maggie. I mean it. It’s perfect.”

“Am I...tight?”

“You are tight, Maggie. He's going to love your pussy.”

“Feel me, Max.”

“What?”

“Feel me,” she said, and she took his hand and led it to her waistband. She was wearing cotton drawstring pants and his hand slipped over her warm tummy, fingers turned down. His hand went into her pants, found her without panties. His fingers wove through her wild pubic mane, feeling her warmth.

“Feel me...”

Her pussy was soaking wet with her sticky dew.

“Oh Maggie,” he said. His fingers slipped through her folds and she whined, her fingers scratching at his neck.

“You are so wet, Maggie.”

“Groom me, Max,” she sighed.

“I want to fuck you.”

“No. You have to groom me for my lover.”

“Your lover?”

“Jay is my lover, isn't he? That's what you want?”

“Shit, Maggie, you are bad.”

“I think I want to be bad.”

“You'll do it?”

Again she didn't answer him. She lay back against her pillows and pulled her to him, his lips going over hers, his hand stroking her wet pussy, two fingers stroking and gently plunging but not penetrating.

She whispered, “Max, I bought a shaver...”

“You did?”

“Shave me for him...”