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It Just Is
by Jared
| "Well, it ain't right, and it ain't wrong, it just is." That's what she whispered after the first time we knocked. It's not that I lost it too quickly, I damn near lasted 45 minutes. I must admit that the rhythm wasn't much faster than the slow jazz my brother played; my parents slept just across the hall so caution was understood. I chuckled to myself while in action that the best 6 inch voice I had to offer was between her legs. Besides, I've heard that circumference carries more weight, and I'm ok there. Nor was it that my motion in the ocean was lacking, for when the fat lady had sung, we were both huffing and puffing like a whole village of architectural pigs had moved into town, and we were sweating like them too. No sir, the problem was she'd never comed before in her life. Not once. She was embarrassed to tell me. "Do you masturbate?" I asked like a family doctor before we'd begun. "I've never had an orgasm." She buried her head into my chest as to wipe off the shame of two or three unsuccessful/unsuitable past suitors. This knowledge made me want her more, forebodings of legacy aside. After finishing, perhaps singularly from the afterglow of sex, I splayed with the idea that my vast oral skills would save this girl from her unthinkable sexual situation. It wasn't bad, it wasn't great, but she sang loudly the next day on her parents bed: mission complete. As we were leaving to get a bite to eat she walked into the entry way smiling, "You straightened the bed, you are a house husband!" |
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