|I turned to face Greta, not daring to look
at Bobbi. "Think? About gay creampie?"
Greta seemed to accept the lie that I hadn't eavesdropped. "We're
having a debate about whether guys think short hair is sexy." I glanced
over at Lorlene, again avoiding Bobbi. "Oh, well it depends, I guess."
"On what?" Lorlene asked. "How short, for starters," I replied. Greta
got straight to the point. "Like Bobbi's," she said. I was forced
to look at Bobbi, who was looking at me.
It was hard to decide exactly what emotion was painted on that face
of hers, but I guessed it was expectation. "I think her hair is pretty
cute," I allowed. "Cute? But not sexy?" Greta pressed. Dammit. She
was pushing me down the path towards my secret hot-button, a path
I did not want to go down with Bobbi. I guess the drinks had made
my judgment a little suspect, because I asked Bobbi to turn around
"so I can see all of your hair." She turned a bit slowly (or maybe time had slowed for me),
and I felt my vulgar excitement grow until she was facing completely
away. "Hmmm, now that is sexy gay creampie,"I
blurted out, actually reaching out to stroke her bristled nape. "I
knew it," Bobbi said, triumphant. Automatically her hand reached up
to stroke her neck, displaying to me her chipped nail polish. "I don't
believe it," Greta maintained. "I know guys like gay
creampie, so they can grab hold when they are fuckin'
the snot out of us." She confronted me. "Don't you like grabbing on
and pulling when you are fucking your girlfriend doggy-style?" I was
taken aback, because as far as I knew, I was the one who had been
drinking hard, not Greta, so I was entitled to be crude.
Even so, I wasn't going to be shown up in gutter language by a woman!
"Aw, that's alright, but strokin' a pretty neck while she's giving
head is pretty nice. Besides, if I really wanted to, I could grab
hold of her hair on the sides, so it ain't much loss." "I don't believe
it," Greta muttered. Clearly, to her sexy hair was long hair, and
she wasn't to be dissuaded. I was
about to argue more forcefully, because she as much as called me a
liar, but Bobbi intervened. "Know how to dance?" she asked me. "Am
I a male Texan?" I laughed, using a "duh" tone. What a stupid question
to ask a Texan. "I mean," she explained, "do you want gay
creampie?" Behind her back, Lorlene was making a "git
along now" motion, encouraging me earnestly. "Um, sure," I agreed,
hating that I couldn't say "no" to a woman, even a woman as distinctively
ugly as Bobbi.|
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