Karen’s head snapped up when she heard the word ‘wish’ pass Jon’s lips.
“It’s ok, I already put it down.” Jon said, trying to reassure Karen.
“It wouldn’t have mattered anyway.” Karen said in response, becoming more resigned to her situation. “You were already able to help me just by wishing it. Also, help is a very broad word. It could have been bad, but probably wouldn’t have changed anything.”
“You’re right. That makes total sense.”
“And, of course, there is a simple and easy way for you to help me that the stone doesn’t need to change anything for.”
“Yes, of course.” Jon responded, trying to fake it till he understood.
Karen had known him long enough to see right through him though. At first she tried to give him the look that women give men as if to say ‘think about it for a minute stupid.’ Jon still didn’t seem to be getting it though.
“You are perfectly capable of sucking and swallowing, just like every baby.” Karen said, exasperated.
“Oh.” Blushed Jon, unable to keep up the masculine venire that he had known what she was implying to start out with. “I couldn’t do that.”
Karen felt strangely offended. On the one hand she occasionally thought about her and Jon getting together, and most of what she had learned about intimate relationships said that guys liked to suck their girl’s nipples. On the other hand, the idea wasn’t to get milk, at least according to anything she had learned about so far. Guys just seemed to think it was fun she guessed, and she expected that it would feel great for her. She could understand why Jon wouldn’t want to drink her milk, but she wanted him to want to suck on her nipples, or at least be interested in the idea enough to consider it.
“What do you mean you couldn’t?”
