Breaking their kiss, she asked “where…”
Andy, glancing about, now saw the dim silvery reflection of the condom packages that Sam had strategically placed. I
Sitting before the TV, watching one of her favorite old movies, Sam couldn’t hear the renewal of activities downstairs. Julie laid back, luxuriating in Andy’s caresses, his hands gliding across her body with greater and greater assurance; caressing her side, reaching behind to dance up and down her back (his “Julie” brain file recording her back as slightly wider, very slightly more muscular than Sam’s as his traveling hands fed the voracious brain files). “Now,” she whispered, “now, dammit. “Ahhhh, my god, Andy, yeeesss, right there, I…uuunnnhhh.” She couldn’t see, couldn’t feel Andy’s smile as he felt again the power he had first felt the week before with Sam, the sheer and primal power that comes with giving sexual pleasure.
