Shannon settled into bed in the usual sweat-pants and t-shirt that she wore as her all-around apartment uniform. She had some nice provocative but not slutty lingerie that she sometimes wore as a signal to Evan, but not tonight. Evan was working on his laptop in the kitchen. He usually put in forty minutes or an hour after dinner and then they watched TV in bed, or had sex, or both.
Shannon worried she had missed the window to tell Evan casually, or even somewhat casually, about the penises. He came home around 6:30 as usual and she had dinner ready. She planned to work it in to their normal how-was-your-day talk over dinner, but she didn't. Now it was even weirder. If he came to bed and reached for her then she would have to tell him right away. She couldn't imagine having sex with him without telling him first. What if he saw naked women and then didn't tell her until after they had sex? She would think maybe he was thinking of the women and not her. No, he had to know first. But maybe he wouldn't reach for her. They did it about three times per week, with one or two of those on the weekend, and today was Thursday. Maybe a little less than half the time she started it too. So if she didn't start it, plus Thursday, the odds were good she could procrastinate longer. Shannon increased those odds by prepping their favorite cop show on the big TV at the foot of the bed, pausing on the opening title so Evan would see it when he came in.
Evan came to bed in pajama pants. He wasn't wearing a shirt, though she knew he was self-conscious about being slightly overweight. Shannon didn't care about that at all, and preferred it to skinny. One of the black guys was too muscly and she didn't like that, especially with the veins on the arms and neck. She also didn't like the idea of men spending lots of time at a gym looking at themselves in big mirrors. Evan didn't work out, but he spent a fair amount of his week lifting stuff with his construction crew so he was hardly sedentary. He had short black hair and a barely-there beard which he trimmed with a clipper every morning. She thought it looked OK but not as good as when he was clean shaven, but Evan complained that shaving took too long. He wasn't a tall man at five-foot-seven, but she was only five-four. Shannon pulled the covers aside and Evan slipped in and gave her a long spooning-hug.
"Ready?" asked Shannon, her index finger hovering over the spacebar of her laptop which was casting to their bedroom TV.
"Ready," Evan answered, and as Shannon started their show he put his arm around her, pulling her sideways to him as he lay on his back. Then the arm around her ran down her back and Evan slipped his hand inside her waistband to give her ass a familiar squeeze and then rest on it. Shannon got nervous as this position, while typical for them watching TV, was also an established invitation. He would squeeze her ass off and on as they watched, and she would have her hand on his chest or stomach, where it was always possible to move lower. This usually put her in charge of whether they went further, which was a good thing for Shannon's current state of mind, but he wouldn't be squeezing if he weren't interested tonight.
About ten minutes into the show their favorite cops had to visit a strip club to talk to a confidential informant, and since this was a Netflix production there was a scene-establishing shot of a dancer leaning back from a pole with large fake breasts and a g-string. Nudity and sex scenes in shows and movies had always made Shannon uncomfortable, especially when she was watching with Evan. Back when they were engaged Shannon discovered on Evan's laptop that he had looked at porn. She wasn't snooping to begin with - there was a coincidental overlap with the first letters she was typing into his browser and a website that had been saved, so the autofill gave him away. She didn't even click on the site. "Wildwetwives.com" could only be one thing. She remembered thinking at the time that it was weird she wasn't shocked. Their pastor occasionally talked about the corruption of pornography in his sermons, but Shannon always assumed a lot of normal guys looked occasionally. She didn't understand how Christian women could have experience dating boys in high school and men afterwards and not understand how driven their minds were by sex. It was one thing to say pornography was corrupting, and Shannon believed that, but it was another to think that every man who looked at porn was, or became, a pervert. And it was
another
thing to believe that because you met your boyfriend or husband at church, or through Christian Mingle or something, that he wasn't one of
those
men. They are all those men, or they are gay. Shannon had limited experience, but she wasn't totally naive.
Shannon hit the spacebar and paused the show on the pole-dancer. "What do you think of her breasts?" she asked Evan. This was a somewhat disingenuous question. She knew he didn't like fake ones because they had talked about how he had been with a girl once with fake ones. Shannon just wanted a lead-in to a discussion about seeing other people naked, and here it was.
"Hate them." Evan was wary that this was some kind of test, but also intrigued that Shannon was give him this open opportunity to take a long look at a near nude woman on the TV. He also knew Shannon was self-conscious about her own breasts and body. "Look at how they curve out on the top even though nothing is holding them up. That's how you would know they are fake for sure, even with the video paused. And when they are moving they move like they are too solid."
"Is that what your fake-boobs girl was like?" Shannon put her fingertips down into the area of Evan's pubic hair to let him know that she wasn't angry and he could be comfortable.
"A little. Her's were probably a bit better done than those, but not as big. But on the dancer you can't see the scars and hers had big scars underneath. Totally not worth it, even if hers had been tiny before."
"I saw a girl's tiny boobs today."
"What?" Evan shifted his body a little to face Shannon.
"Yeah. I saw a naked girl and two naked guys at work. It was crazy." Shannon's tone was like she had experienced an annoying interruption, like a cold-call from insurance sales.
"What? How?" Evan's eyes were wide.
"So I went to that house where they want staging but to shoot a movie instead of to sell it, and guess what? It's a porn movie! I walked right in on it."
"What? But if you hadn't done the staging yet why were they making the movie?"
"I know! But they weren't doing video, just some kind of promotional pictures I guess. They were taking pictures on the balcony so I guess they didn't need furniture for that. I just looked for a second and freaked out and then I ran out of there." As she spoke Shannon lightly massaged Evan near the top of his underwear. She knew that this was much more distracting for him then if she were actually playing with his penis. It was the will-she-or-won't-she game, and she figured Evan was unlikely to get mad and tip the game against himself.
"But you saw two naked men and a woman first."
"A girl, really. She could have been a teenager. I mean like eighteen, not a kid, but she was tiny. Tiny body, tiny little pointy boobs. I was jealous." Shannon wanted Evan to focus on the naked girl part of the story.
