“Please!”
“No!”
“Pleeeease!”
I sigh. My girlfriend, a skinny 5’2, looks at me with wide pleading eyes. She’s dark haired, dark skinned. Half persian, half swedish. A bombshell.
“Katy I’m not raping you in the bathroom!”
“Other couples have quickies in the bathroom!”
“Other couples couples can have sex without handcuffs!”
“Please! It’s been days. You’re so good at it! I don’t care if you hurt me a little, I need it…”
I sigh. It had been days. With Katy’s friends staying over, we hadn’t wanted to risk one of them bursting through the bedroom door or calling 911. But now they were on the other side of the house, and the bathroom was large, and surrounded by thick walls… Katy was smiling now.
“My eyes are up here Katy”
“Is that a yes?” – She’s not speaking to my face. One finger traces a long path along the denim of my jeans. I can only groan in assent.