Page 63 of The Stars in the Sky
I hated to burst his bubble.
"No."
"No?" he asked, taken aback.
"No sex."
"If I went and stroked off by myself, though, would that count?"
I thought about it. "I guess not."
"So what's the difference if you do it while I watch?"
"It's still sex if you're watching me."
"Darling, you keep talking the way you did earlier and if there was no tequila in me, I’d come. Now . . ." he trailed off.
"Yeah?"
He didn't say anything.
"You're going to need help getting back to the house aren't you?"
"Maybe," he said, sheepishly.
"Whose idea was it to go two weeks?"
"Yours," he said, and kissed me on my lips, enthusiastically, and better this time. He awkwardly got off of me and helped me up.
Then we packed up the picnic and went back to his house, where he immediately fell asleep with his clothes on.
