I won’t lie, by this time I hadn’t had sex with another person for nearly a month and the very presence of a man, especially a nice man, in the house with me was sending urgent messages between my legs, so that I had to squeeze my thighs together. I had positioned her to face away to one side, so I would paint curve of her body and breast but not have to look at her vagina and want what I had been thinking about last night. “To fuck the girls here. I don’t ask people what their “preferred pronoun” is. She has that effect on a certain spot between my legs, like an itch that can’t be scratched unless she does it herself. She raised her legs, crossing her feet behind my hips as I entered her, pulling me into her. By no means. “You sure, you do not mind?”
“Why should I mind?
