Chapter 3
'Hang on…if you're sure you're not asexual…that means you enjoy some aspect of sex…' he started
'Seriously?! it's eleven thirty at night, on a Wednesday Fred'
'So?'
'How is this still on your mind?'
'How is it still not on your mind?' he retorted
'Because it's not important'
'I think it is' he said stubbornly 'so explain'
'Explain what?'
'What makes you sure you're not asexual? Totally fine if you were though' he clarified
'Fine' she sighed.
They were the last two awake, all the rest slowly going up to bed as the night had worn on.
'Look, ok…sometimes I think about it, and it seems good'
'Think about it?'
'Sex' she said rolling her eyes
'But like specifics' he replied
'Oh I am NOT telling you my fantasies!' she said looking dangerous.
'If you tell me, I can make them come true' he winked, and to her annoyance a flutter started in her belly.
'F…' she started
'So you pleasure yourself then'
'Excuse me' she spluttered
'Well that's the logical assumption' he said casually 'if you have an interest in sex, and you enjoy some aspect, but not being with other partners, it must be what you do yourself that you like. An orgasm.'
'I'm not even going to…'
'Clit or G spot?' he asked matter-of-factly
'I…I…' she was gaping at him, face going red in the dark loungeroom.
'I'm going to guess clit' he grinned.
She glared at him.
'Hey I'm all for self-gratification or stress relief, it's good for you! I even encourage it' he said easily.
'You're so ridic…'
'Granger, did any of the guys you were with ever actually try to please you? Or did they claim they couldn't find your buttons and just took care of themselves?...and by the look on your face I have my answer.'
He got up, taking his coffee cup with him. But he paused as he walked past her chair
'Well…just know, that some men, actually like those buttons… can't get enough of playing with those buttons, will twist and flick those buttons so much that a fuse will short circuit' he winked at her then went to put his cup in the kitchen.
She sat in dumbstruck silence for a long time. Why was he able to get to her! It was infuriating.