Till Summer Do Us Part(39)

She sets the paper down. “I’m not asking.”

I pick it up and smirk while I say, “Fine, I’ll ask, and then we can both answer.” Clearing my throat, I ask, “What’s the best oral your partner has ever given you?”

She picks up her water and takes a sip, clearly avoiding the answer, so I step in.

“It was our fourth date.”

She snorts. “God, you wish.” She then leans forward and whispers, “I’d never give oral on a fourth date.”

“Really?”

“Would you?”

I grin. “Given it on the first.” And that was one of my finest dates, I might add. Not that there were too many first dates during college.

Her mouth falls open, and then she quickly closes it. “That’s…that’s—”

“You can unclench, darling. It’s going to be okay,” I say. “Now, back to our fourth date. It was when we went out to the pumpkin farm.”

She sits back, looking far too annoyed, but I keep going.

“You were high off apple cider doughnuts and fresh country air. You just got off the hayride, so your hair was tousled, and your cheeks were bright pink. You were irresistible.”

“Oh my God,” she mutters.

“You pulled me in close and whispered in my ear that you wanted to get lost in the corn maze. Then you gave me that little wiggle of your eyebrow that told me you wanted to play with my corn on the cob.”

“For the love of God.”

I smirk. “So hand in hand, we went into the depths of the corn maze, and when we found a spot that no one was going to traipse through, you dropped to your knees, pulled my jeans down, and went to town. I don’t know if it was because your mouth felt like a fall festival, all cinnamon and cidery, but I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard while being blown.”

She runs her tongue over her teeth and says, “First of all, your dick doesn’t have taste buds; there’s no way you’d have been able to know that my mouth was a fall festival. Second of all, I’d never do anything like that in public.”

My brow shoots up. “Wait, you’ve never had sex in public?”

“Uh, do I look like a heathen?”

“I mean…the black eye is giving you a certain vibe.”

She rolls her eyes, and I push her with my foot under the table.

“Your turn,” I say. “When was your favorite time I went down on you?”

“Never.”

“Ouch,” I say, clutching my chest. “Pips, now that’s hurtful. I’ve spent five years on the assumption that I’ve been licking you the right way. Is that why we’re really here? Because I haven’t been pleasuring you correctly?”

“You realize there’s something seriously wrong with you, right?” she says, leaning forward on a whisper.

“Babe, just tell me. Is it my tongue? Is that what the problem is? Because I can get it pierced again.”

Her expression morphs into interest. “You had your tongue pierced?”

“Yeah, for a while, but when I was trying to sell off Soda Tracker, my advisors thought it would be best if I got rid of it.”

“Did you have your lip piercing then as well?”

“No, got that after I sold Soda Tracker.”

“Why not the tongue again?”

“Why so interested?” I ask with a large smile.

Flustered, she says, “I’m not… I’m just… Seems like the typical thing to do would be to get the piercing again that you had to get rid of.”

“I’m not the typical kind of guy,” I say.

“Clearly.” She wets her lips casually and asks, “Do you have any other piercings?”

“Does it look like I have any others?” I ask.

She looks around my ears and then shakes her head. “No, I guess not.”

Wiggling my eyebrows, I say, “Didn’t look hard enough, Pips.”

She offers me a confused look, but I don’t get to elaborate, because Sanders gets on stage with a mic, and the room falls silent as they start clapping for him. I join in because you have to hand it to the man. If he’s going to stand up there in front of a room of people while sporting a cutoff suit jacket, then he deserves some praise.

“Thank you,” he says, offering the room a quick wave. “I hope everyone enjoyed their dinner. We’re going to have plates cleared off soon, and then some gelato will be brought around, but in the meantime, let’s give a warm welcome to you and the staff.”

We all clap, and honestly, this whole thing is so fascinating to me. Clearly, I’ve never been married before, but what I can tell you from being here so far and from watching my parents’ marriage is that people work at it. Coming to this camp, this is work, and look at them, they’re excited about it. Makes you wonder how many people are like this out in the world.

The consensus I hear about a troubled marriage is that it ends in divorce. There isn’t enough light shed on couples actually working through their troubles and rifts.

This situation might be weird with the moose antlers and lit-up golf cart, but at least there’s a healthy commitment to connecting with your spouse.

“To those of you who have been here before, welcome back. And to our new couples, we welcome you with high fives and butt slaps.”