Danni confronts me

A sharp knock on the door interrupts me as I study for a test. “Who is it?”

“It’s Danni.”

“Come on in,” I tell her. I look back down for a moment to make sure everything’s in order; when I look back up, she’s closed the door and is standing with her back against it, looking upset. My eyes widen. “Danni, what happened?”

“How could you?” Danni bursts out.

On reflex, I answer, “How could I what?”—but the worst-case-scenario generator that we all carry around in the backs of our heads is pretty sure what she’s talking about.

It’s right. “After I walked with you this afternoon,” she says, keeping herself under tenuous control, “a girl came up to me—I won’t say who—and asked, ‘Has he eaten your pussy too?’ I didn’t know what she was talking about. She told me she’s one of your clients. She said she pays you and you—eat her pussy. She said you’re really good,” Danni adds, sounding distinctly jealous for a moment. “How could you?”

“Well—” I say, uncertain quite how to answer her. “I tried a lot of things in high school to get girls to notice me. None of them worked. Then—Danni, would it answer your question to tell you how I ended up doing this as a business?”

“Maybe?” Danni says, looking like she’s as unsure where to go with this conversation as I am. Since it’s the best deal I’m likely to get at the moment, I tell her the whole story, going all the way back to that last gathering of friends before college. When I finish, she’s silent for a long time. I sit quietly with her and wait. Finally she asks, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

I look at her in disbelief. “How was I supposed to bring that up? Sit there at dinner and say across the table, ‘Oh, by the way, I eat girls’ pussies for money. Would you like to try me out?’ Like that would have gone over well.” Danni looks abashed, but giggles a little. A little more hopeful, I press on. “To be straight out, I was afraid to take the risk.”

“To take what risk?” she asks. Her voice sounds odd.

“I knew I’d have to tell you sometime if I was going to get anywhere with you,” I say, finding the words difficult, “but I was afraid of—making you hate me.”

Danni looks down, and her hair falls to cover much of her face. I want to reach across the space between us and brush it away, but I don’t feel brave enough to do it. “Would you really care?” she asks quietly.

“Yes!” I tell her, the passion in my voice surprising both of us. Danni looks back up, her face startled open. Her lips quiver a little. “Look, yes, I’ve been making money eating girls’ pussies. Some of them have wanted more than that. I never had a girl look at me twice in high school, but I seem to be a lot more attractive to a lot of girls once I’ve given them an orgasm or three—or five,” I add reminiscently. I shake myself and come back to the point. “So, yes, I’ve had sex with some of them. None of them have wanted more than that. I haven’t been pursuing more than that. I’ve been pursuing you.”

Danni looks startled to hear me say that, and a little flattered. She looks a little hopeful as I continue, “I haven’t been at all sure about my chances; I know you were nervous about me after hearing Alyssa scream that first afternoon when I ate her pussy. But I’ve been attracted to you from the first moment I saw you. The more time I’ve spent with you and the better I’ve gotten to know you, the better I’ve wanted to know you—in every sense of the word.”

That may have been a bit too far, because Danni goes quiet for a long time. Eventually, she breaks the silence by clearing her throat, then asks, “If you’ve been interested in me all this time, why haven’t you told me?”

“I didn’t know if you had any interest in me,” I say simply.

Danni snorts. “You’ve been—going down on all these girls, and you expect me to believe that?” she says, bitterly and with some heat.

“Danni, none of them have been interested in me so far.” Danni starts to argue, but I override her. “Every last one of them has contacted me in response to a business proposition. They’re interested in paying me to provide them a service. They’re very clear from the start about their interest and its limits. If any of them had decided they wanted to date me, it would have been because I’d eaten her pussy. What does any of that have to do with our relationship? How was any of it supposed to give me any insight into how you might feel about me?”

Danni sits quietly and looks thoughtful. After some time, she says, “Well, I guess that leaves just one question, doesn’t it?”

I feel a jolt go through me, and my body goes cold. “What question is that?” I ask, almost afraid to hear the answer.