I sidled over to him and pushed him down gently onto the bed until he was sitting, then I sat down close to him. Real close. I placed a hand on his thigh and said, “Brett, I kinda had other games in mind for us..” I let my sentence trail off meaningfully, my eyes filling him in on the missing words. I stayed quiet, letting his imagination do the work. Letting him imagine the promised delights he could experience, if he wanted to. Which of course he did. What All-American, full-blooded eighteen year old boy didn’t?

“Wha-What kind of games, Claudia?” he asked, actually looking around the room to see if they were anywhere in sight. What on earth was he looking for, Monopoly? I thought exasperatedly. OK so he was a few fries short of a happy meal, but he was still sexy as hell. I realized I had to take control if I wanted this to happen.

I took a deep breath and then kissed him full on the mouth. My hand went up a little higher. “These kinds of games, Brett.”

“Ohhh,” he said, finally seeing the light.