Christmas Angel by Sharon Maria Bidwell

Author:Sharon Maria Bidwell [Bidwell, Sharon Maria]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: JMS Books LLC
Published: 2017-11-17T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

With nerves jumping, Dean walked into the office. Homework! Looking at men’s bits and bobs. She hadn’t told him to watch porn or even to flick through photographs but she had implied. At least, seemed she had. She wanted him to view anything he cared to and consider how he reacted to the thought of male and female bodies. Now she wanted to talk.

“I didn’t take you for the sort to be embarrassed over things pertaining to sex.”

“I’m not.” So why act like it? “Fine. I’ll talk. You need me to say tits get me hot, I will.” When Candice didn’t react, heat flooded his face. He tried to embarrass her, ended up humiliating himself. “Breasts and vaginas, long legs, tight…” He intended to say arses, but stopped. “I’ve always loved everything about the female form.”

“What has been your reaction to men?”

He should say he hadn’t reacted to them, but he’d be lying, and wasting one of the six sessions she’d crammed in for him before Christmas. Time was running out on him. “I’ve…looked. Not in that way.”

“What way would that be?”

“I mean…I haven’t looked. I found myself in circumstances where I couldn’t help seeing, but…”

The room grew hotter. Did any of the windows open? Would it look peculiar if he got up to try one? Probably, this being December.

“Seeing?” Candice quirked an eyebrow.

“When I was at college…I saw men with women. And men with men.”

He couldn’t tell if the other eyebrow rising to join the first was quizzical, speculative, or plain doubtful.

“Not the orgy it sounds like. None of that went on. But…parties. Always one couple who used someone’s bed or groped in the corner of the room, on the sofa. One of the guys I shared a house with was pretty liberal when it came to sex. He didn’t mind an audience.” Odd Dean had always thought of himself as liberated before now. Appeared he had limits.

“So you saw two men having sex, in front of you?”

Dean nodded, the movement stiff and awkward.

“You didn’t think to leave the room?”

“None of the other guys did.”

“They were straight?”

“Varied. We had room for six to share, just about. Sometimes there were four of us, sometimes six. Three of us were there for the entire term. We had friends over, relatives, people we didn’t know some nights. A few were disgusted to learn a homosexual lived in the house. The ones who didn’t care…” Dean swallowed. “There were a few nights when things happened. Not many. Nothing like that. Not even half a dozen times.” Though now, the figure seemed high.

Candice waited in her irritating, patient way. Why did she never step in when he most needed prompting? Dean’s throat dried. Took his resolve not to reach for a glass of water. She always left one ready as if she knew these sessions made him parched, sweaty, made his hands clammy.

“Not every man he brought home wanted sex in the living room in front of others, but some were…I dunno. I never questioned it.

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