A Massage Turns To Sex

“Jane?” I said. “What are you doing here?” I threw a shirt over my shoulders.
“I should ask you the same thing.” Jane slammed her fists on her hips.
I blew out my lips. “You know what.” I dropped my head. “You caught me.” I raised my arms and slapped my thighs hard.
“In the act no less,” Jane said.
“It’s not what it looks…”
“Oh, save it for someone who’ll believe your bullshit.”
“But was she good?” Jane said. “Did she do it the way I do?”
“Woah.” I waved my arms. “I’m not even going there.”
“I am!” Jane said. “It’s about time we had sex, and I mean real sex, not that missionary bullshit.”
“Swearing,” I said. “Do you have to swear?”
“Don’t tell me what the fuck to do or how to talk.”
“I want to fuck, and I mean right now. Ready for another round, or did Francis take too much out of you?”
“It was only a back massage, Jane,” I said.
“You mean, you weren’t having…”
“No.”
“Oh. I feel like shit.” Jane shrugged. “Now, let’s go have sex.”

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