I laughed. “That is cold, J.J.”
“Mercenary, even,” Jason said, reaching his arm down enough to stroke her hair.
“You’ve never tried to get an apartment in the city,” she said.
“It can’t be that bad,” I said.
She gave me a look out of her blue eyes that was scathing and totally didn’t match the warm, nefarious puppy pile we were in.
“Okay, maybe it is that bad,” I said.
“Sorry to leave the cuddling, but I’ve got to get the condom off,” Nathaniel said. He kissed J.J. on the cheek, which made her smile, and extracted himself from her and my legs. He crawled up and kissed me on the mouth, softly, thoroughly, and drew back with both of us smiling. The smile changed to something less tender and more boy as he looked at Jason. He held out his fist, and Jason fist-bumped him, grinning.
“Fist bump, really,” J.J. said.
“We could high-five,” Jason said.
“Shaking hands, maybe,” Nathaniel suggested.
I laughed. “Go clean up, before the condom glues itself to you.”
He started to crawl off the bed, and then said, “Damn, I got stuff in my hair. I’m going to have to wash it.”
“That’ll take forever,” I said.
“Not if I don’t blow-dry it, and just braid it wet.”
“Okay, but then come back and cuddle,” I said.
“I think we’re all going to need to clean up,” Nathaniel said as he got off the bed.
“Eventually,” J.J. said, and crawled up so that she was on the other side of me. She lay down, propping herself up on her elbow. She touched her fingertip to my skin where Jason had missed a cleanup spot. “It was so fucking hot to watch Jason go all over you like that.”
Jason started tracing the edges where his pleasure was just beginning to dry on my skin. “Wet wipes just don’t clean this up, do they?”
“I’ll hurry,” Nathaniel said, and went for the bathroom.
J.J. looked very serious as she said, “You know, Anita, you don’t have a problem with Jade being a girl, you have a problem with Jade.”
I’d thought similar things in the last few hours, but I wanted to hear J.J.’s reasoning, not mine. “What do you mean?”
“She doesn’t match up with you.”
“I prefer women who are smaller than me, or at least not much bigger, and that’s hard to find.”
“But you like a woman who responds with fire, not hesitation. It seemed like every time we built up speed in the bed, Jade would do something to slow or stop the enthusiasm; that would be hard on a hard-core lesbian, let alone for your first female lover.”
“Thanks for that,” I said, and smiled, and then the smile vanished, “but I can’t punish her for the issues her master gave her; that would be like punishing her for being a victim.”
“But Anita, you don’t have to have sex with someone if you don’t want to, not even out of guilt.”
“I’m drawn to her,” I said.
“Through the metaphysical ties, I get that, but you find her a burden, not a pleasure, and that’s not about her being a woman, that’s about you and her not being compatible.”
“How can I just kick her out of my bed? I’m the first kindness she’s had in centuries.”
“So it’s pity sex,” J.J. said.