Friday, November 19, 2004

Back in the saddle couch

"Did you have sex with him?" I can't help it. My curiosity has gotten the better of me.

It's Friday night, November 12. We're laying together on my couch, just like we used to (wimpier guys might call it "spooning"). She is in front of me; I notice that her hair goes all the way down past her shoulder blades. I don't remember it being this long.

She rolls over to look at me. "What?"

People say "What?" entirely too much. It's a stall tactic, really, for someone who can't quite believe what she just heard, or who doesn't know what to say in response. I'm constantly reminding myself not to say it, but it's hard not to.

"Did you?"

She nods. "He went on...Cialis, or whatever it's called," she whispers. "He...."

"Go ahead," I say.

"It just feels funny talking to you about this."

"I want to know. I want you to tell me everything, just like before."

She smiles. "OK. So we started fooling around, and he took his pants off and right away I see this BULGE."

"Oh, God."

"I couldn't even believe it was his when I saw it. He was HUGE!"

"Uh huh," I giggle.

"And he was HARD, too. He was just like a lead pipe!"

"Did he know what he was doing with it?"

"Yeah. Kinda. But you..."

"I what?"

"You kinda spoiled me," she smiles.

"I have to tell you something too," I say.

"I want to know EVERYTHING too," she says, smiling.

"I had sex with someone. That night after we broke up."

Her faces goes blank. "That NIGHT?"

I nod.

"Who is she?"

"My sister-in-law's sister. It was no big deal. I'm not.... I don't like her or anything; it just kind of happened. I was hurt-"

"So is that what you do when you get hurt? You go out and have sex?"

"You want to know everything, right?" I say. "So I'm telling you."

"How old is this girl, anyway?"

"I didn't know before it happened."

"Uh-oh. Seventeen?"



"Steph, I didn't know!"

"You didn't KNOW how old your sister-in-law was?"

"Sister-in-law's sister."


She's still laying down in front of me. It's strange how we're in such a cozy, intimate position, yet we're still fighting.

I stare at the floor. "Steph, there are things about me you don't know. And I'll tell you if you want me to, but you have to make sure you want me to. Some of it won't be easy to hear. But I want to share it with you. Just please understand it's hard for me to open myself up to you."

"I do wanna know everything, but ... not tonight. Tonight I just want you to hold me," she says. She turns her back and snuggles against me, grabbing hold of my arm and draping it around her.

Twenty minutes pass without a word. "Why did you ask," she says.

"About what?"

"About Paul."

"I was....curious."

"Were you jealous?"

"Were YOU?"


"Me too," I say. "But I like the idea of you getting fucked by someone else."


"I like the idea of watching you make horny faces while some guy fucks you."

"What if I want YOU to fuck me?"

We kiss.

We didn't have sex the night she came back. It's been a while.

She pulls off her t-shirt and sweats. She's not wearing any underwear.

Now I am on top of her. Her skin is smooth. And hot. I like the soft feel of our bodies together.

If you try, guys, you can enter a girl without ever using your hands. It's just sort of a way that you guide it with your hips...

That's just what I do. For some reason, it really gets me off.

Steph makes great fuck-faces. She puckers her lips and wrinkles her forehead, almost like she's in pain. She also likes to bite my earlobes, which drives me crazy.

I stand up on my knees and fuck her slowly, watching every second of the action intently.

It's funny: When I am really horny, I need to fuck MORE, not less. When I haven't done it in a week or so, I can't imagine having a "quickie". It wouldn't do anything for me. If I am hard up, I need a long, sweaty session.

We switch positions. She is riding me now. I love how Stephanie fucks me when she is on top. She goes back and forth, not so much as up and down. It feels awesome!

She turns over and lays down on her back. Now I am standing over her, feet on the floor, really slamming away at her. We kiss hard. She pulls away and bites into my earlobe.

I pull out of her and de-condom myself (to coin a phrase). She grabs my cock and slides her hand gently up and down the shaft.

I explode in orgasm. The first shot goes three feet.

"You are DANGEROUS," she says.