CHAPTER 108: HIKING WITH ANALISE (4)

"Do you mean, had lots of boyfriends or slept with a different guy every weekend?"

"Um, I meant the first, but I’m also curious about the second. Would you consider her dirty, sullied, damaged goods?"

"Ah, okay. So, no to your last question. The idea that anyone could be dirty, sullied, or damaged goods is just bullshit. Whether she’s slept with one or one hundred, the number itself doesn’t matter. What might concern me are her reasons for sleeping with that many guys.

"If she was sleeping with a different guy every weekend, I would assume she only wants casual sex and isn’t interested in a serious relationship. In that case, my only concern would be the increased risk of STDs. If it’s okay for guys to sleep around, it’s okay for girls to do the same. I won’t judge her, but I also probably won’t sleep with her. I’m not interested in being yet another notch on her belt.

"If she’s had a lot of boyfriends, I might be concerned that she doesn’t know what she wants, or is just an unpleasant person and keeps getting dumped. But if it was just a phase, then it wouldn’t bother me. Besides, it’s hard to say how many is too many. It would really depend on the circumstances. At worst, I’d take longer to get to know her before making a decision."

"So, if she said she had a phase where she slept with a bunch of guys because she thought it would make her happy, but it didn’t, so she stopped and got therapy, you wouldn’t judge?"

Ah, she’s talking about herself. Her mention of therapy made it obvious. She’d probably slept around in high-school and was worried he’d rejected her if he found out.

"No Analise, we all do things we later regret. As long as she’s clean, and by that I mean no STDs, then it’s fine."

"So, what would you consider a lot? At what point does it go from a normal amount of boy friends to an abnormal amount of boyfriends?"

"Based on my very unscientific observations, it seemed like the average relationship lasted about three months, so twelve divided by three give you four relationships a year. After four years, you have sixteen relationships. That’s probably on the high side but still not abnormal."

"Sixteen!" she seemed surprised.

"What? Do you think that’s too high?"

"I mean, yeah, kinda. I went through a phase, during the last eight months before my mom got arrested, where I kept trying to find someone, anyone, that made me feel..."

"Wanted, special?"

"No, they all made me fee wanted, sexually, and some even managed to make me feel special, for a while, but none made me feel...significant. Like I mattered to them. Like I was more than just a mobile fuck hole that needed to be appeased. It’s why I regretted turning you down when you asked me out. You were the only one that made me feel like you were interested in me, and not just my body."

"And you’re worried I’ll think you’re a slut and reject you."

"Yes," she said, subdued.

"I don’t think you’re a slut. And I understand your desire to find someone that makes you feel significant."

"But what if I told you I really like sex and miss it?"

Is she another Miranda? he wondered. What would he do with two succubae. Though, Miranda liked being made to wait, he hadn’t done much of that because he was hungry too. But if he could get some on the regular from Analise, then he could make Miranda wait for days without denying himself. He wondered what she’d be like after waiting for several days.

"Miranda would suck me dry if I let her. She always wants sex. I don’t think less of her because of it. It feels good to be wanted, desired. Happily, making her wait doesn’t make her frustrated or angry. Instead, she likes the anticipation. The longer I make her wait, the more she enjoys it when we fuck. So, if I don’t mind her sex drive, why would I mind yours?"

"So, if I said I wanted to have sex with you every day?"

"Sounds good to me. Though you would probably need to move in with me to make that work. I kinda need my lunch break for, you know, lunch."

"Really, you’d be okay with me moving in with you? Miranda and Madison wouldn’t mind?"

"Madison and Miranda won’t mind. And I’m okay, in principle, with you moving in, but let’s wait until we get to know each other a little better first."

"But what about the sex?" she asked, almost pouted.

"I’m sure we can work something out. Probably not every day, but at least once a week."

"You could stay overnight with me if you want. My sister wouldn’t mind."

With the way his soul strength affected people, her sister might do more than just ’not mind’. She might decide she wanted him too.

He was tempted to have a conversation with Analise in a simulation to see how she would react to learning about Genesis Heart and about how his soul strength affected people. But he suspected she might react the way Madison and Miranda had, and a part of him wanted to have a normal relationship, at least for a while. Or as normal as he could with someone that was telling him she wanted to have sex with him every day.

"We’ll see. Your sister might object, and even if I did, it would probably be very infrequent."

"Okay."

He spotted the turnoff for the forestry road that led to the trailhead. After turning onto the dirt road, they drove in silence; him concentrating on avoiding pot holes where he could, she pensive, probably thinking about what he’d said.

After about fifteen minutes, she said, "Wow, it’s really far out there, isn’t it?"

"Yep, I think it’ll take another thirty minutes to get there."

"Thirty? Are we driving into the wilderness or something?"

"Technically, yes. The lake is inside official wilderness territory."

"You’re not planning to take me to a secret cabin in the woods, are you?" she teased.