“She nodded anxiously. Kyle sucked on his Popsicle, assessing her eagerness, wondering if he should tell her she was the best sex he's ever had. She would never believe him anyways, so instead, he told her where to improve as she asked. "You can get ahead if you give better head. Got me?"
"Ah, okay. What would you suggest?"
He stared at her mouth as it moved up and down the frozen treat. "Want to practice?"
She gave him a cynical look. "I'm eating my dessert right now."
"Okay, practice on that. See how deep you can go."
She looked at the sweet treat in her hand and back at him. "I'll choke."
"I know CPR. Don't worry. I won't let you. Pretend it's me. I'll be able to direct you better if I'm not the test subject."
She shrugged and inserted the Popsicle in her mouth.
"Wait," he said, knocking it out of her hand.
"Why did you do that?"
He took the discarded Popsicle and ran to the kitchen. He retrieved a new one that wasn't broken in halves. "If you're going to pretend it's me, we should be more realistic," he said, unwrapping it for her. "At least in terms of girth. The length... well, you'll have to use your imagination."
"Um...grape," she replied and licked the edge.
He sat down and rested his chin on his hands to watch her. She licked it a few times and then shocked him by taking a small bite off the top. She gave him an amused smile. Kyle shook his head. "You are a cruel, cruel woman.”
―
M.K. Schiller,
The Do-Over
