The Chinese Tiger Ying

Jackie was drinking a beer. I sipped a nice glass of Merlot.
“Both?” Jackie said.
“Yep.”
“And they are both great in the sack?”
“The best.”
“How is that?”
“A bit different.”
“And, ah, sexually stimulating?” Jackie said.
“Quite.”
“But, isn’t it a little complicated?”
“Scheduling is a bit of a challenge at times, yes,” I said.
“Holy shit! Where do you find the energy?” Jackie said. “I find it hard enough to make time to date one guy, let alone two. And, seriously having sex every day, multiple times each day.”
“Well, you know, guys do a lot of the heavy lifting when you’re shagging,” I said. “I mean to say I actively take part, but mostly I find I can relax and enjoy surfing the never ending waves of ecstasy.”
Jackie laughed. “Seriously? Afterward do they hand feed you grapes from a silver bowl?”
“Ha. It hasn’t come to that yet. But it’s been sweet as, I can tell you that.”
“I’ve never done it, but I’ve had girlfriends who have dated two guys at the same time,” Jackie said. “But, not for long, maybe two or three months. Then they would choose which guy to drop and which one to seal the deal with and make the relationship official with him. But, it doesn’t sound like you’re talking about that.”
“No, I’m not,” I said. “I’m not ready for a long-term, monogamous relationship at the moment. I learned that from my relationship with Mike. I’m only interested in something casual and fun. With both Nick and Mike, it’s only sexual. I’m not trying to work out a choice.”
Jackie said, “I’m a little surprised at you.”
“I’m a little surprised myself,” I said.