living at it.”
“Are you really thinking about going?”
“Oh, I don’t know. Not sure if I could really take all that time off. But it sounds like a once-in-a-lifetime experience. “
“Hanging outside in the desert for a week worshipping some pagan burning man?”
“Oh please,” Ashley said, “don’t be all fuddy-duddy on me. If you just went with it, you might find your own inner burning man.”
“Am I even invited?”
“Of course you are. You could even wrap it around one of your San Francisco trips. It’s a short flight to Reno.”
“I don’t think Tamara would want me there.”
“Of course she would. Oh, she said to say hi tonight, by the way.”
****
I served up Ashley a late dinner and was about to make love to her as we lay in bed.
I went down on her slowly, then quickly picked up the pace. I was determined to bring her to orgasm and felt such relief when she cried out, “Oh my God, I’m cumming.”
Then, now self-conscious from the night before, I went inside her.
Don’t think about Jim Murta , I said to myself as I slid in.
I made it past four strokes and was beginning to get into a rhythm. A few strokes later, it happened. I was suddenly cumming again.
“Jeez, I’m sorry” I said, “I don’t know what my problem is. It’s just that I have been looking forward to this tonight, maybe a little too much.”
“It’s OK,” she said.
“You had an orgasm?” I asked.
“Oh yeah, couldn’t you tell?”
“Just making sure.”
CHAPTER SIX
Craig picked up when I called the next morning.
He was either distracted or not happy to hear my voice, but then his tone tempered and he said, “Hey Dave, how ya doing?”
“Hey Craig,” I said, “I’m sorry to bother you at work, and so early. I know you’re probably wicked busy, but I just wanted to know if you could spare fifteen minutes after work to meet for a drink by your place. I swear it will be brief, and it would mean a lot to me.”
I think my speed-talking threw him off guard. There was a pause before he said “Sure Dave, six o’clock, same bar.”
When he arrived that evening, I hugged him, and he reiterated he had to be quick.
“Sure,” I said as I ordered him a beer. I threw away any script of pretenses, like small talk about sports. “I was wondering if Jim might still be seeing Ashley,” I said.
“Dave, you’re asking the wrong person. I have no idea.”
“But have you seen them talking at work? Like in the hallway? Or going out for lunch?”
“No.”
“And you’ve heard nothing to suggest that?”
“To suggest what?”
“That they might be seeing each other now.”
“No, I have not.”
Craig turned his seat toward me. “Look, I have enough stuff going on at work, and I don’t engage in gossip, but I don’t see Ashley wanting to be even seen fucking talking to Jim Murta now.”
“You mean, because of the rumor?”
“Yeah, of course because of the rumor. I can’t see Ashley wanting anything to do with Jim. I think you have nothing to worry about.”
“OK.”
“Are you guys fighting about it? I’m sorry—don’t answer that question—it’s none of my business.”
“We’re not fighting, it’s fine. You can ask me, Craig.”
“This is awkward, Dave. You’re my friend, but Ashley got me my job, and I report to her on many projects.”
“Yeah, I know, and I’m not saying anything to her, relax.”
“OK, so, how are you holding up, Dave?”
“I’m OK, I really am.”
“OK that’s good to hear.”
“But I was just curious, about that rumor. When they were having sex, did you hear if it was interrupted or did he complete it?”
Craig looked at me inquisitively. “What do you mean?”
“I mean did he complete the act? Having sex with her? It wasn’t stopped in the
“Are you really thinking about going?”
“Oh, I don’t know. Not sure if I could really take all that time off. But it sounds like a once-in-a-lifetime experience. “
“Hanging outside in the desert for a week worshipping some pagan burning man?”
“Oh please,” Ashley said, “don’t be all fuddy-duddy on me. If you just went with it, you might find your own inner burning man.”
“Am I even invited?”
“Of course you are. You could even wrap it around one of your San Francisco trips. It’s a short flight to Reno.”
“I don’t think Tamara would want me there.”
“Of course she would. Oh, she said to say hi tonight, by the way.”
****
I served up Ashley a late dinner and was about to make love to her as we lay in bed.
I went down on her slowly, then quickly picked up the pace. I was determined to bring her to orgasm and felt such relief when she cried out, “Oh my God, I’m cumming.”
Then, now self-conscious from the night before, I went inside her.
Don’t think about Jim Murta , I said to myself as I slid in.
I made it past four strokes and was beginning to get into a rhythm. A few strokes later, it happened. I was suddenly cumming again.
“Jeez, I’m sorry” I said, “I don’t know what my problem is. It’s just that I have been looking forward to this tonight, maybe a little too much.”
“It’s OK,” she said.
“You had an orgasm?” I asked.
“Oh yeah, couldn’t you tell?”
“Just making sure.”
CHAPTER SIX
Craig picked up when I called the next morning.
He was either distracted or not happy to hear my voice, but then his tone tempered and he said, “Hey Dave, how ya doing?”
“Hey Craig,” I said, “I’m sorry to bother you at work, and so early. I know you’re probably wicked busy, but I just wanted to know if you could spare fifteen minutes after work to meet for a drink by your place. I swear it will be brief, and it would mean a lot to me.”
I think my speed-talking threw him off guard. There was a pause before he said “Sure Dave, six o’clock, same bar.”
When he arrived that evening, I hugged him, and he reiterated he had to be quick.
“Sure,” I said as I ordered him a beer. I threw away any script of pretenses, like small talk about sports. “I was wondering if Jim might still be seeing Ashley,” I said.
“Dave, you’re asking the wrong person. I have no idea.”
“But have you seen them talking at work? Like in the hallway? Or going out for lunch?”
“No.”
“And you’ve heard nothing to suggest that?”
“To suggest what?”
“That they might be seeing each other now.”
“No, I have not.”
Craig turned his seat toward me. “Look, I have enough stuff going on at work, and I don’t engage in gossip, but I don’t see Ashley wanting to be even seen fucking talking to Jim Murta now.”
“You mean, because of the rumor?”
“Yeah, of course because of the rumor. I can’t see Ashley wanting anything to do with Jim. I think you have nothing to worry about.”
“OK.”
“Are you guys fighting about it? I’m sorry—don’t answer that question—it’s none of my business.”
“We’re not fighting, it’s fine. You can ask me, Craig.”
“This is awkward, Dave. You’re my friend, but Ashley got me my job, and I report to her on many projects.”
“Yeah, I know, and I’m not saying anything to her, relax.”
“OK, so, how are you holding up, Dave?”
“I’m OK, I really am.”
“OK that’s good to hear.”
“But I was just curious, about that rumor. When they were having sex, did you hear if it was interrupted or did he complete it?”
Craig looked at me inquisitively. “What do you mean?”
“I mean did he complete the act? Having sex with her? It wasn’t stopped in the
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