“Do you still have those?” Lexie asks.
“Pfft. Not even remotely.” Kat rolls her eyes.
“Bragger,” Lexie mumbles.
“Ladies, can we get back on topic, please? We are talking about me,” I say.
“Sorry, okay, so lackluster sex that you stopped in the middle...” Kat motions with her hands for me to continue.
“That so sucks by the way,” Lexie says.
“Tell me about it,” I say. “I had really high hopes for this.” My shoulders slump and I let out a huge breath of air.
“What about Alex?” Kat asks.
“Like I said, I had really high hopes for this.”
“No, I mean what about Alex?” Kat repeats.
“Well, then what do you mean what about him?”
“Did he enjoy it?” Kat asks.
“I don’t know. I think so. I mean, with all the thrusting and grunting and sweating, it was hard to concentrate on anything else. He was still going strong when I stopped him, and he definitely didn’t want to stop.”
“Well, of course he didn’t want to stop,” Lexie says. “It’s easy for guys. A little pushing, a little pulling, a couple grunts, release, and they’re good ’til morning.”
“Wow, Lex, who shit in your cheerios?” Kat asks.
“I just call it like it is,” Lexie says.
“Well, alright then,” I say.
“How did you stop him?” Kat asks.
“I tapped him on the shoulder.”
“You tapped him on the shoulder?” Lexie asks, sounding confused.
“That was the only way to get his attention,” I say.
“It’s so MMA of you,” Kat says.
“So,whatof me?” I ask.
“MMA. Mixed martial arts. A tap out. When one guy... never mind, I’m obviously around Brad way too much. What did you do after you tapped out?” Kat asks.
“Tapped out,” Lexie laughs. “That's funny.”
“I know, right,” Kat says.
“Anyway, after Itapped out, I asked him to leave, and then I went into the bathroom to take a shower.”
“What did he do?” Lexie asks.
“I was hoping he would just leave. But he stayed and talked to me through the bathroom door. I eventually opened it, we agreed to be friends, and then he left.”
“Wow,” Kat says.