Bite the bullet

I don’t have time to dither about this; more than that, it seems to me that if I’m going to have any hope of getting anywhere with Danni, I need to be completely open and honest. I don’t believe I’ve done anything wrong, and I don’t think I’ve done anything that actually hurt her in any way, but I have failed to mention a fairly large and significant part of my life. If I act like I have anything to hide, she’s going to assume it’s bad. She’d almost have to.

I stick one of my cards in my pocket; then I gather my courage, take a firm grip on it, and walk down to Danni’s room. Her door is open, as usual when she’s in. I knock on the doorframe; she looks up, smiles at me, and says, “Hey, Andrew, what’s up?”

“May I come in?” I ask.

“Sure,” Danni responds, looking a little antsy, “but I’m waiting for a phone call that’s kinda private. I don’t know when it will come, but whenever it does, I’ll have to kick you out.”

That looks like as good an opening as I’m likely to get—and then I see one of my referral cards lying on the floor. “What’s that?” I ask, pointing to it.

“What’s what?” Danni asks, turning her head. When she sees the card, she turns nine shades of red. She pops up, grabs it, and stuffs it in her pocket, then sits back down. “Nothing of importance,” she says hurriedly—and completely unconvincingly.

“Let me guess,” I say, “it was one of these.” I pull the card out of my pocket and hand it to her. Danni looks at it, then looks up at me with complete incomprehension. “Alyssa ordered them for me from VistaPrint.”

“So you—” Danni whispers.

“Yeah, that’s me,” I admit. “I figured I’d better return your call in person.”

“Why?” she asks, still whispering.

“So you couldn’t just hang up on me and cut me off. So you can see my face when I tell you I—I care about you.” Danni looks up at that; her face is full of a tangle of emotions, and I don’t know how to read it. “Look, yes,” I tell her, “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 surprised and flattered at that—and something else, as well. Before I can gather my thoughts and go on, she asks in a low, emotional voice, “How did you end up—eating pussy—as a business?”

“It’s a long story,” I tell her. My tone says, You don’t really want to listen to the whole thing.

Danni surprises me by saying gently, “Tell me. I have time.” So 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 looks up at me, her face completely unreadable, and asks, “Are they beautiful?” I blink in surprise, and she adds, “Your clients?”

“Some of them,” I admit.

“And sexy?”

“Some of them,” I say again. “Some, not so much, to both.”

“And you’re still interested in me?” Danni probes, her voice strange.

“Yes!” I tell her, the passion in my voice surprising both of us. She watches me intently 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, and none of my clients have changed that. 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.”

Danni looks deep into my eyes in silence. I sit quietly and wait until she speaks.