Page 53 of My Crazy Killers
“In that context, it would beWren vkusnaya.”
My cheeks start to warm, so I turn my attention to my plate as Pete repeats the words. Jagger taps my foot with his from my side, and I glance up at him. He gives me a wink, which makes me smile and breaks the tension I was feeling.
It’s not that I didn’t love hearing them talk like that, but Sly was being a cockblock… No, that term didn’t apply this way round. He’s blocking mefromthem. What’s that called then?
“Wren?”Jagger signs.
He must see me thinking really hard, and since I know he’ll always give me an honest answer, I ask him. “Is it called pussy blocking? What Sly’s doing?”
Elias starts choking on his food, and Pete coughs into his glass of water as they look at me with wide eyes.
“Did she just say pussy blocking?” Dex asks, glancing at the others.
“Is that not what it’s called?” I ask, eyeing Jagger, who’s shaking his head.
“Whatwhat’scalled?” Pete asks for clarity.
“The reverse form of cock blocking.” He just blinks at me, as if baffled, so I wave an arm at Sly in explanation. “You know… whathe’sdoing to me.”
I narrow my eyes at Sly, and he grins. That simple expression is enough to have me shifting in my chair, trying to relieve some of the pressure there.
Dex and Pete start laughing as Jagger leans down and kisses the top of my head in silent support.
Pete wipes a few tears of laughter from his eyes before he tells me, “He’s being a beaver dam.”
I frown. “A beaver?”
“Yeah, you know… Beaver, flower, pussy, kitty, vajaja, box, cunt, snatch, honey pot.” My eyebrows raise in surprise. I’ve never heard most of those before.
“Are there other words for your… stuff?” I ask curiously.
“Tons,” he says with a nod before starting to list them all off. “Dick, dong, weiner.”
“Cock, wood, willy, sausage,” Dex adds.
“Nuts, balls, family jewels,” Elias contributes, surprising me.
“Pecker, johnson, schlong, tool, ding-dong,” Pete says.
“Or sometimes it’s just called our junk or package,” Elias tells me.
It’s quiet for about five seconds as I take all those in before Dex adds, “Tallywhacker.”
I start laughing. “You just made that up!”
“I swear I didn’t.” He holds up his hands in defense.
I glance at Jagger, “Did he?” He shakes his head, and I look back at Dex in surprise. “Do people actually use all of those?”
“Some are much more common than others,” Sly explains.
“Do you guys have a preference what I say?” I ask, scanning their faces. They shake their heads, so I smile. “Tallywhacker it is.”
Pete runs a hand down his face, “Not that one, please.”
“Okay, how about pecker? Oh! Peter’s pecker!”
“Keep talking about my pecker, and he’s not going to be able to resist coming out to play.”
