Freyja hooked her arm around his neck and pulled his lips down on hers.
“Let me make sure the perimeter is secure.” Marty got up, opened the office door and headed out into the dark. “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”
Freyja unlaced her boots and tugged them off. She pushed the heater away. She was definitely hot enough.
She lay back on the cot. The best moments were just before it got all sweaty and intense. Discovering a new body excited her. A new body discovering hers held promise. But the act seldom lived up to the anticipation of it.
Good sex only came with practice, preferably with the same person. To bad a great orgasm couldn’t justify spending a lot non-sex time with someone boring or stupid. Maybe it would be different with Marty. He was neither boring nor stupid – so far.
“Perimeter secured.” Marty closed the office door and turned off the light.
“You okay?” Marty had pulled on his boxer shorts. He sat on the chair across from the cot, his naked torso backlit by a lamp on the desk.
“The best part was after the cot collapsed,” Freyja said. The light, the subject – would it be insensitive to pull out the camera? The best shots always seem to elude her.
Marty leaned over and kissed her. “Glad I keep a clear desk. ”
In the heat of the moment the back legs of the cot collapsed. Stopping to fix them hadn’t been an option. Necessity resulted in some imaginative improvisations.
Marty had since braced the legs of the cot. Freyja sat on it wearing his sweater, scrolling through the messages on her cell phone. Georgie had called numerous times. The phone rang. She was calling again.
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