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been through the list of sexual
contacts she could maybe stand, and handjob was the only thing she’d ended up
with. Assuming the hard-on in the shower had been an invitation. Maybe not.
    “Does it matter who you have sex with? Don’t you have to be
attracted to them?”
    “I don’t know if I have to be attracted. I only know I always am.”
    “Always?” This seemed crazy to her.
    “Have you ever seen an ugly fire?”
    “You mean the kind that burns down houses full of sleeping
children?”
    “No.” Of course not. But he
answered her with so much patience. Patience, as it happened, was a quality she
liked in men. “I mean the kind that warm you on a
chilly night.”
    “So you’re saying women are like fire in the cold.” It was
the nicest version of a hole’s a hole she’d ever heard. “Okay,” she said.
    “Okay?”
    “Okay means I can do a handjob,” she explained. “Not very well, of course. But I can stand it. I’m sure that
doesn’t sound particularly sexy, but you did say you liked honest exchanges.”
    “I did.” He nodded. “I do. And I accept your offer, provided
that it’s freely given.”
    Jane thought it over one last time. The complete darkness
inside the tiny bedroom made it easier.
    “Just hands,” she said.
    “Just hands,” he agreed.
    She reached for him and he was hard already, slightly bowed
and straining up into her palm. The hard-on was impressive. The skin that
covered it was baby soft. She stroked it like a kitten, and it seemed to arch
and purr for her—soft and warm and eager. Jane shifted closer to him, got up on
one elbow.
    His hard cock mesmerized her, which was strange. Rick’s had
been a little like a pointed finger, but this one was as tactile as a living sculpture,
pulsing in her hand. Raj held still for her, letting her explore the texture
and the give. After which, Jane still had no particular idea how to get him
off. “Feel free to offer some suggestions,” she said, stroking up and down his
length.
    “All right.” Raj folded his hand
over hers; his body lifted upward. “My suggestion is that you lie back and
spread your legs.”

 
    RAJ LISTENED TO the skidding heartbeat and the shallow
breaths of the woman lying still beside him. Again he felt the bravery beneath the
fear, and that was moving. Very moving. She’d saved
his life already once today. And now another sacrifice. For that he swore he’d serve her well.
    It struck him again how different she was from the women
he’d known. At the Body House, his partners all, by definition, wanted sex.
Jane was his first taste of uncertainty. Reluctance. And it was quite a nuanced delicacy. Thousands of women. And her. A different breed. Amazing, in his years of experience, to come upon this sudden novelty: a new
note, a new shade, a new blush of arousal in a man who’d spent his life
immersed in it.
    But as for hating sex, he didn’t think so. What she hated
was frustration, as any normal being would. At least he could be certain he
would spare her that. Raj was quite good with his hands.
    He rolled onto his side and pushed up at her T-shirt.
    Jane tugged it down again. “If you have to take my bottoms
off, okay, but I don’t like the way my body flops around when I lay down
without my clothes on, so let’s keep this top part on.”
    Raj smoothed the T-shirt back in place. As to her “flopping
around,” nothing could be more appealing. He was going to enjoy watching her
body move and shake and spasm from all angles. This, however, was no time for
argument.
    “That means your T-shirt might have cum on it when you wake
up tomorrow. Will that be all right?”
    Jane shrugged, eyes on the ceiling.
“There’s a washer-dryer in the pantry. Come away.”
    “All right, then.” He pressed his cock into her thigh and
touched the cotton covering her sex. “These can come off?”
    She wriggled out of the soft, boxy garment, kicking at it
when it reached her ankles. “Okay?” she asked.
    “Oh yes.”