Bill sat at Faith's kitchen table, as she handed him a soda. Then she sat down herself. She was beautiful, Bill thought. Half his age, of course, but that hadn't always proved a barrier. The spitting image of his friend Maggie - or Maggie as she had been when she was young, before Bill met her. At a time when he'd been half Maggie's age, he supposed, or even less.
Faith was wearing a long evening dress, with a deep cut neckline that showed off the valley between her nicely rounded breasts, but Bill tried to keep his gaze higher. "Thank you, Faith," he said.
She sat down next to him, forcing him to adjust his gaze. God, those were beautiful breasts. And she wanted him, too. If he asked to feel them, she'd almost certainly say yes, despite their agreement he was supposed to be just her mentor for three months - minus two days now, but three months that were going to drive him crazy. And it had been his idea, too.
Three months in which she most likely would decide he wasn't that interesting after all. God, he was a fool. But he was the executor of Maggie's trust, which meant that he was the trustee of Faith's fortune. And should she not stay in Sunny Park, it would be his job to take her money away from her. It had conflict of interest all over it.
Bill was no stranger to conflicts of interest. There was his secretary, Amber, who made clear that, while she preferred women, she was willing to make an exception in Bill's case and provide extra services on the side. Not long ago she'd made sure he could see a scorching hot kiss with Faith through his office door, as if to tell him what he was missing by turning her down. He'd shut the door.
Well, that was as good a place to start as any. "So, Faith, how do you feel about -"
"Freeze!" yelled a voice that carried across the twenty feet or so that separated Faith's house from her cousin Toby's next door. "More lube. We need more lube!"
Faith glanced over. "Oh my god, is he putting it where I think he's putting it?"
"Probably," Bill said. "They're kind of distracting, aren't they? Should we move to the living room?"
Faith shook her head. "No, this is fine. How do I feel about what?"
Bill changed his mind. "So you had a date with Jack, how did that go?"
"Fine," Faith said.
"Faith, if you want me to mentor you, you're going to need to provide me with more than the minimal response."
"Oh. Are you telling me that I should tell you
everything
?"
"Well, time isn't infinite, but anything that's significant, yes."
Faith smiled. "Well, since you told me I should. Jack and I went to the movie.
Fashionistas
. It was even dirtier than Maggie's movies."
Bill nodded. "Yes, well, pornography has gotten a little more extreme over the years. But it was very well done, I think. One of the last truly great porn movies."
Faith nodded. "Maybe we should watch it together sometime, Bill. You could help me with the artistic appreciation, and tell me which parts you think are particularly good."
Oh yeah, watching porn with Faith and telling her what he liked was a perfectly safe, platonic activity. Not. He turned it around. "What parts did you like?"
"Amber asked me the same question, and I didn't know. It was all kind of a blur. It's not a movie about very nice people, is it? And I was, um, paying attention to other things. I have to tell you about that, don't I?" She smiled at him brightly.
"You don't have to," Bill said. He wasn't naïve. He knew that she was trying to turn his role of offering suggestions into one where he was giving her orders. "It might help me understand where you're at, though."
"Well, I was touching Jack's penis."
Bill raised his eyebrows. "In public?"
"Other people were doing it," Faith said, defensively.
"Oh, it doesn't surprise me. That wasn't judgment. I just thought it was quite a step for you. You haven't done anything like that before, have you?"
"No."
"Did you find it hard?" Bill asked.
"His penis, or the activity?"
He'd walked right into that one. "The activity. I think I can infer, with regards to Jack."
Faith shook her head. "Well, like I said, I looked around and other people were doing it. And it's not that difficult. I made him -"
"Oh! Are you all the way in?" Sin asked loudly, from across the way.
Toby's response was quieter.
Sin yelled, "Spank me, Toby!"
"Sorry," Bill asked. "What was that?"
"I made him squirt," Faith said, holding her hands together and then spreading them apart as she raised them quickly, as if to indicate just what had happened. "Like right up into the air. So, I think I got the hang of it, in the end."
"Um, yes. Men aren't too difficult, or at least the basics aren't. Women are more complicated."
Faith nodded. "Amber said that oral sex isn't -"
"Fuck me, Toby! Hard!"
"Sorry, what was that?" Bill asked.
"That it isn't difficult either. On a man, I mean. But we did some practicing."
"You and Jack, you mean?"
"No, me and Amber. With a toy. You told me to tell you everything."
Her and Amber. Practicing together. The two forbidden women in his life, both available to him as far as he could tell. He surreptitiously adjusted himself under the table. "Ah, yes. Well, maybe leave Amber's name out of it, for the sake of my professional, um -"
Faith patted Bill on the hand. "We know, you're very proper about things like that. It's one of the things that we love about you. So never mind about Amber. Anyway,
someone
came over, and I guess Maggie had something that's called a strap-on harness, and so
someone
strapped it on, and I practiced."
"Ah," Bill said. "That was nice of someone."
"I couldn't get the whole thing in, though."
"Yeah, fuck me hard! Fill your little bitch up!" yelled Sin.
"Unlike some, apparently," Faith said, and giggled.
"That's a little easier, maybe. Or maybe not. Different."
"It seems so unsanitary. They were doing it in the movie. But is that something you enjoy doing?"
"Um, this is about you, Faith. Not about me."
"But it's a lot easier to be totally open with you, Bill, if I know that you trust me. Vulnerability is a two way street. Dolly told me that."
