3. Thompson, Motif-Index of Folk-Literature, Type C942.3, Weakness from seeing woman (fairy) naked.
A week after you get back from Savannah, you are fucking on your bed and you come and she says, “I love you.” You are both sweaty; the silicone strap-on is still in your body. (When dating men, you always loved feeling a cock soften inside you afterward; now, you pant on her chest and slide off and it springs back to where it was, slick and erect but spent just the same.)
You look down at her, confusion muddled with the vibrations of orgasm,3 and she claps her hand over her mouth. “I’m sorry,” she says.
“Did you mean it?” you ask.
“I didn’t mean to say it just now,” she says, “but I meant it.”
You are silent for a long beat. Then you say, “I love you too.” It feels stupidly, sickeningly correct, and you don’t understand how you didn’t know until now.
“If I don’t get into Iowa, I don’t know what I’ll do,” she says. “I want to stay here with you. That’s all I want.”
3. Thompson, Motif-Index of Folk-Literature, Type C942.3, Weakness from seeing woman (fairy) naked.