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“No, you don’t see,” she said. “I don’t expect you to understand. Other men haven’t. Like I said, I’m twenty-eight. This doesn’t mean I’m not sexual. Obviously I’m sexual, and I have fetishes. I’m really pretty basic in that matter—I have a pee fetish, and a butt, you know. I mean, I’m a virgin, vaginally, but I like having sex in my butt.”

I didn’t know what to say.

“I’m terribly attracted to you,” she went on. “I want you. I want you inside me. But I want more than a fuck-buddy. I had a fuck-buddy for a while, for a few months. It was just sex, nothing more. I didn’t like it. I mean, it was okay but it wasn’t me. It was a different me.”

“He fucked you in the ass?”

“Yes. I don’t know if he liked it that much. Some men do, some don’t.”

I’d only had anal sex with a woman once, and I think I was nineteen or twenty.

“I want you to fuck me,” Hannah said, “but I’m looking for more than just fucking. I’m not looking for a husband. I’ll do that in my thirties, maybe my forties. I’m looking for companionship, closeness, a little love. Devotion, all that.”

“Sounds nice,” I said.

“Yes. It sounds—it sounds nice.” She took her panties off. “I’d like you to fuck me,” she said. “I want you to.”

“Lubricant?” I asked, thinking the last time I’d done this, I had to use a lot of petroleum jelly.

“Spit is fine,” Hannah said. She spit into her hand, put her hand between her asscheeks. She spit into her hand again and rubbed the saliva over my cock. “I’m getting impatient,” she said.

I moved on top of her, feeling inexpert. Hannah reached back, took my cock, and guided me into her ass—where it slid in just fine, without hesitation or resistance. The warmth of her interior sent a tingle up my body and soul. Hannah whispered, “Oh, boy,” and pushed her rear up, hard, slamming into my pelvis. I looked down at the streak in her hair, which was scattered about the back of her neck and on the bed with the rest of her hair. I can’t swear she had an orgasm, I wasn’t sure, but mine came quickly, and it was a lot; I emptied myself inside her.

We lay next to each other after, and Hannah commented on the amount of semen I’d gushed out, that she liked how it felt up her ass and coming out her ass.

She touched and played with my cock and balls, and soon I was hard again. She got on top of me. “This position is always tricky,” she said, sitting down on my cock and sliding it in. She leaned forward to kiss me, and it popped out, covered in semen from that first ejaculation. Hannah giggled and put my cock back in her. I reached for the light. “What are you doing?” she said.

“I want to see you.”

“I like the light off.”

“Okay.”

“Oh, turn it on if you want.”

I did. She still wore her bra; her hair was a mess. I reached to unclasp her bra and she pushed my hand away; my cock slipped out of her.

“Let’s try it like this,” I said, gently pushing her off me and onto her back. I put her legs on my shoulders; I didn’t need her help to find my way in. I was deep in her now.

“I like this,” she said.

“I can kiss you,” I said, and did.

“Kiss me more.”

I did.

“Fuck me harder.”

I did, and I came inside her again.

“I have to piss,” I said to her. “Do you want it?”

She made a noise, reached up and bit my right nipple, hard.

“Ouch,” I said.

We went back to bed, in each other’s arms, and fell asleep.

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