As Adam drove away from Irving's home, Gogo turned to him.
"What wonderful people Joanie and Katie are. And so lovely, as well."
Adam smiled. "They are, indeed. I wouldn't be sleeping with them otherwise."
Gogo blushed a little, embarassed that she hadn't realized this.
"So, uhm," she said haltingly. "How many women are you sleeping with?"
"Including, you sweetie? Eleven. I have three wives, three lovers, four girlfriends, and I visit a call girl fairly often."
Gogo was puzzled. "You visit a call girl? Why would a too-male like you pay for sex?"
Adam smiled. "Well, she's very beautiful, and very talented, so she's worth every penny. True, she'd be happy to have sex with me without my paying for it, but I'd feel guilty about it. After all, time spent with me would be time not spent with a paying customer."
Gogo was still a bit confused, but nodded. However, she now found herself curious, and began asking Adam about his women, and he was happy to oblige, going on at length about how lovely they were both in body and in personality, but in a way that didn't make Gogo feel inferior. Being a gentleman (or as close to it as a too-male could be), Adam tried to avoid salacious details, but a few slipped through anyways, like the fact that he had deflowered Flora, Katie, and his two younger wives, or that every day he had sex with said wives in every possible combination.
Simply being in a car with Adam had been turning Gogo on, and the vague hints about his sex life combined with his chivalrous attitude pushed her to the brink. She looked at her watch, realized that, based on what Adam had said of their itinerary that they were going to be early and made a decision.
"Adam, stop the car," she said. He obligingly pulled over, wherupon she unbuckled her seatbelt and clambered on top of him.
"Fuck me," she demanded. "Fuck me right now. I NEED you inside me this instant"
(Originally posted to the BE Addventure) |