He thanked the darkness as he felt his blush rising as he began to think of her body as almost something sacred and thought, as the cuddled quietly, as she stroked him gently, “and some guys just want to fuck,” his first and arresting awareness of the difference between lovemaking and fucking. She was suddenly aware that the sounds had stopped, that a few quiet words were being exchanged, that two bodies in the other room were shifting on the couch, rising, moving…and then the unmistakable sound of the couch being pulled out into its other configuration – a bed. But instead of taking his goal, he kissed each thigh, back and forth, repeatedly, until, her body shaking uncontrollably, he lifted his lips to his goal and began kissing her opening, his tongue quickly finding its entrance, gliding up and down tasting for the fist time in his life the sweet tartness of her juices. Back in the kitchen, grateful for the distraction of cooking, Andy wondered to himself “what’s happened to Julie? Even as her eyes could dimly see their bodies moving on the bed, as her ears could hear their shifting, their gasps, their muttered pleas, her mind thought “what have I done?
