Page 102 of S is for SEX

“I’m gonna pee,” she said.

“Okay.”

Her long brown hair hung to the middle of her narrow back. Now a complete mess, watching her walk to the bathroom with it unkempt was satisfying in itself. A few minutes later she returned, her hair still knotted, grinning as she climbed into the bed.

“Holy crap. I was full of cum. Like full. It leaked out forever. Excited much?”

“I got pretty excited.” I chuckled.

She nestled beside me and stared up at the ceiling. “I’ve got a question.”

“Okay.”

“Uhhm. When you were slapping me, you said ‘Focus Luke.’ You said your name. What was that about?”

“I said ‘Liv’, not ‘Luke.’ ”

“I think you said ‘Luke.’ ‘For fuck’s sake, Luke. Focus.’ ”

I shook my head. “I think you were confused.”

She turned her head to the side. “Well, I guess that’s what you were after. To fuck me until I was confused, right?”

“I suppose so,” I said with a laugh. “Now, roll over here and put your head on my shoulder. I want to just lay here and hold you.”

She grinned. “Okay.”

After she positioned herself against me, we talked of life, failed relationships, and our love for all things we found to be beautiful. As the night progressed, the length of time between subjects increased, and eventually – without much warning – we fell asleep.

Each of us at basically the same time.

For the first time since I was a child, I slept all night without dreams, without waking, and without the desire to walk down to the beach for comfort.

My comfort, it seemed, was at my side.

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