Just about the time the new man was settling in for a rest, possibly for round two, I decided he needed to go. I wanted to make sure my lover was happy with me, ready to take me places only he can, now that I was warmed up.
"Hmmm, that was really wonderful," I purred, and I meant it. "But I really am the sleep alone kind of girl, ok?" I was hoping he would take that time to make a gallant exit.
"But, Theresa, didn’t something pretty amazing just happen here? I mean, I’ve never met anyone like you..."
"And you probably never will again," I said, wrapping a towel around my waist and draping a second across my shoulders. I had to do a double take at the post-game image of myself that met me in the mirror. I looked like I was about to do a locker room interview. "Here are your jeans, I believe. Can I get you a beer for the road?" I could hear a bemused sigh behind me coming from the bathroom. He was enjoying watching me scrape this guy off my shoe. Which was kind of a shame, because he had been sweet and he was probably the best back door man I had ever had. I didn’t want to be rude, but I did want him on his merry way.
"Yeah, sure. Whatever." He was buttoning his shirt and zipping his jeans. I think he was actually pouting.
"Listen," I said, rubbing his shoulders, "I’m no good. You really want to be with someone who picks up guys in porno shops?" I popped open his beer and handed it to him.
