You need to do a complete check. I have this date
tonight, I want to leave a good impression. Ever since I’ve known that today
will be our first time, I feel funny, different than usual.
Maybe you’re nervous, I suggest.
Bullshit. I’m never nervous. It’s purely physical.
When I walk it feels different, when I stand, and when I sit, too. You have got
to check it.
She drops on the bed, puts up der legs, her knees
together like a roof ridge.
One moment, I say. I fumble with my belt, unzip and
kneel in front of her.
But you have got to be honest, promise? She has put
one arm under her head, looks at me through her legs.
Sure, boss. I bend her knees apart, pull her close by
her legs, place her calves on my shoulders.
I can’t feel anything unusual, I say, as I slide into
her in a single motion, almost a little too fast.
Maybe that minimal resistance one often meets in the
beginning is missing, this small rejection following the opening up, I think
but don’t say it. Everything fine, I say instead.
Shut up, she shouts at me. You can’t judge after two
seconds. You’re supposed to feel not talk.
I shut up obediently, move back and forth.
Slides nicely, I say, but bite my lip right away in
order not to be shouted at once more.
She gracefully ignores it, waits a few seconds, lets
me continue my motion.
Slides nicely? She repeats.