“Guys,” giggled Anna, “could you, like, not fuck in my chair?”
Jack and Katie broke their kiss. Katie remained in Jack’s lap, legs in pantyhose splayed wide. Both were out of breath.
“Sorry. Got carried away,” said Jack.
“It’s… been a while,” giggled Katie. “We don’t have a flat like you.” They were college students. Jack and Katie bunked with a bunch of roommates each; only Anna, coming from a wealthier family, could rent solo.
“Yeah, you should let us sleep over sometime,” said Jack. “When you’re away. Or in. As you like.”
Anna smiled, sipped her coffee. After a moment, she said: “Tell you what. I’m going out with the girls tonight. Want the keys?”
***
Anna unfolded the sofa and threw a clean double sheet over it.
“Ok, guys, you fuck here. Don’t fuck on the chair, don’t fuck on the table, don’t fuck on the kitchen sink. Anything that drips, keep it on the sheet. Throw the sheet in the laundry when you’re done.”
Jack and Katie nodded solemnly.