Chapter 44

The couple rolled around the bed, pumping, puffing, sighing, and groaning, the sound of wet clammy skin slapping on wet skin.

“They look like a couple of sweating pigs. We’re not as attractive as we think we are when we’re doing it, are we?” pondered Amy.

“I guess it does look a little ridiculous.” Jack grinned.

The male lover’s face turned bright pink as he concentrated on reaching his goal. The girl stared up at him, encouraging…“yes… yes.”

“Is he going to come?”

“How the hell do I know?”

“You’re a guy. You know what it’s like. When he does, we can go.”

Jack shook his head, and tried to focus. He stepped closer for a clearer view of the situation. The man’s eyes were scrunched shut with concentration, and he was holding his breath.

“Nope, not yet. He’s doing the oh-fuck-I-can’t-come look.”

“What’s that?”

“When his concentration is just off, he can’t quite reach that place he needs to. Did they have a lot of alcohol beforehand?”