Perfectly Adequate(40)

Every single one … every single conversation with Dorothy turns into the most bizarre exchange of random thoughts. Fifty percent inappropriate. Fifty percent gut-splitting funny.

“So I know what?”

“That I’m good at it.”

I try to control my eyebrows shooting up my head, but they do it before I can control my reaction.

This woman …

“I mean …” She rolls her eyes. “Clearly, I lack in the seduction part. I didn’t think that was the case until I met you. But if you ever give me a fair chance, you won’t regret it.”

Seriously … For. The. Love. Of. God! The woman speaks of sex with the demeanor of conducting a job interview.

Yet … yes … I am so fucking turned on at the moment. I press my hands to the bench on both sides of her lap and push myself to standing.

Pivot.

Take three steps.

Shut and lock the bedroom door.

“It’s going to be quick because it has to be. You do not under any circumstances tell anyone that we had quick sex. I don’t need that rumor going around.” I unfasten my jeans and fetch a condom from my wallet.

Yes, I learned my lesson the previous night.

“These are not my sex panties. Just so you know.” She stands, lifts her skirt and shimmies out of her panties.

“No fucks given as to what your panties look like, Dorothy. Just take them off and pick your position.”

Her eyes light up just like her smile. “I get to pick the position?”

When I had sex with Julie for the first time, it started with a kiss that progressed into heavy foreplay that led to my hand sliding down the front of her panties, finding a little nub, and wondering if it was her clit. She stroked me on the outside of my gym shorts so much that it pulled them down a few inches in front. We were a hot mess of teenaged hormones. The sex was awkward, and the groping was sloppy. I couldn’t steady my hands to put on a condom, and Julie worried that we’d be part of the tiny percent of condom failures.

She came on my hand before I put my cock in her, and I came two seconds after said cock entered her.

Decades later … here I am, pushing down my jeans just enough to pull out my cock and roll on a condom with steady hands while Dorothy crawls onto the bed, skirt around her waist, ass in the air.

Doggy style. I didn’t see that being her choice. Interesting …

I stand at the side of the bed and grab her hips, coaxing her to move closer to the edge. So this is thirty-eight, post-divorce, millennial sex. Nothing fancy, just sex a la carte.

My … how times have changed.

“Wait!” She sits back on her heels, back to me, wrist close to her face. “Did you press start yet?”

“What?”

She whips her head back, eyeing me over her shoulder, wearing a spectacular grin. “On your watch?”

“For sex?” I cough a laugh.

“Um … yes. Under your health app on your phone, you can manually add sexual activity. See?” She holds up her arm and presses Go. Then she shrugs. “Don’t worry, yours will just record it as movement.”

I let the “snacking on Dorothy” statement end our quest for sex the previous night. I could easily let the sexual activity tracking on her watch make me pause just long enough to let my thoughts catch up with me.

My parents.

Their house.

Roman.

But … I don’t. Because the second she leans forward again and readjusts her skirt, exposing her bare ass, I can’t stop my hand from sliding between her sexy legs to feel if she’s ready for me.

Her breath hitches when I find her clit, circling my finger over it several times before sliding that finger into her.

“Dr. Hawkins …” She moans my name and jerks against my hand.

“Eli … you have to call me Eli.” Dr. Hawkins makes me feel like a dirty old man doing something really inappropriate to a patient. I work a second finger into her and kiss the curve of her ass.

“Eli … don’t lick my butthole. Okay?” she asks in a breathy voice.

I grin against the soft skin of her perfect ass. “Okay.” My fingers work her faster, and she rocks on her hands and knees to set the pace. I want her naked again. I want to feel every inch of her skin. I want to slide my head between her legs and give her exactly what she wanted the previous night.

But … we have to be quick. So I replace my fingers with my cock, grab her hips, and push into her with just enough force to make her whole body shift forward.

“Eli—” I cover her mouth to muffle her cry.

“I guess this means I’m pretty spectacular, huh?” I whisper, leaning close to her ear.

With my hand still over her mouth, she nods.

I won’t reveal just how quick we finish. But it’s too quick. So quickly that I have a hard-on again by the time she slides her panties back on.

“Forty calories is all?” She frowns at her watch before slipping her feet into her flats again.

After I dispose of the condom and fasten my pants, I grab the back of her head and kiss her. I kiss her like I want to have sex with her—slow and deep. Exploring every inch of her mouth the way I want to do to her body.

Her hands claim my shirt, keeping me close. And she hums into the kiss, softer than earlier, but just as sexy. Seconds … maybe minutes later, I pull away a few inches, admiring the pink blooming in her cheeks and her slightly swollen lips licked clean of all her coconut lip balm.