Page 27 of H Is for Hardcore

I sat on the couch in the small living room.

Hannah returned with two Budweisers. “Yes, I have beer.”

She sat next to me.

I don’t remember what we talked about. On the floor, I noticed an action figure of the Warner Brothers Martian from the Bugs Bunny cartoon. “I always loved that Martian,” I said.

“Me, too,” she said, going to the floor and picking it up. “Marvin the Martian. ‘I’m going to destroy planet Earth!’ ” I touched her hair. She put her head in my lap. It was nice to touch somebody.

“I, um, I don’t know what to do,” I said.

“What?”

“I haven’t been with anyone in a while.”

“I don’t believe that.”

“It’s true.”

“It’s a line,” she said. “Do you like me?”

“Yes,” I said.

“I like you.” She got on the couch with me and we began to kiss. She had to take her glasses off; they were getting in the way. We kissed for a long time. She pushed me back on the couch and lay on top of me. I grabbed her ass, put my hands down her skirt.

She pulled her mouth from mine. “Bad boy,” she said.

I grabbed her head, and we kissed more.

When I tried to touch her cunt, she stopped me.

“No,” she said.

“Sorry,” I said.

“Don’t worry about it,” she said and we kissed.

When I touched her breasts over the fabric of her blouse, she pushed them away. “No, no,” she said.

“Sorry,” I said.

She took one of my hands and put it back on her ass. “Play with that.”

I did and we kissed. My hand and my second hand were all over her butt.

“Hey,” Hannah said, “rub my asshole.”

“What?”

“With your finger,” she said, and I found her asshole with my finger. “In small circles,” she said, “yeah, like that—”

She pulled away from me, and sat. She put her glasses on.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, moving to her, wanting to kiss her more.

“Nothing,” she said. “I have to pee.”

“Hey.” I grabbed her hand as she stood up. “Can I watch?”

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