that I was dirty and begged for more paper towels. He tried to slide it through the crack, but I said no I was absolutely filthy and needed soap and water and a proper rinse down.
He opened the door.
I forced him against the wall so that his head banged against a photo of Big Ben. I pinned him in place with my pelvis. I grinded him as mechanically as I could. His eyes rolled up in his head. I pushed my tongue into his mouth. He was saying: “No, no, no.”
I ripped off my pussy bow and pencil skirt and pushed him inside of me. I hammered.
He screamed.
“Fuck you,” I was saying. “Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you.”
He tried to push me off but I wouldn’t get off.
Finally he threw me across the hall and crawled frantically toward my handbag. He was tossing my shit all over the place: Golden Virginia and Heidegger: An Intro and balls of hair from my hairbrush. He found the condoms.
“Don’t think I don’t know what your game is,” he sneered.
“Vic,” I said. “I want to do it bareback.”
He was tearing at the packet with his teeth.
“I want there to be nothing.” I knelt beside him. “I want there to be nothing between us at all, no layer of protection at all, separating you from me.”
“Yeah,” said Vic. “Then you’ll be coming back here next time at the crack of dawn and telling me that it’s mine.”
“You can withdraw.” I took the condom out of his hands.
“I don’t want to withdraw. What about precum?”
“That’s a myth,” I said.
“What about disease?”
“I want your disease, Vic.” I chucked the condom down the hall. “I want you to infect me like you said, with everything that you are and everything that you will be. You’ll be a great man one day, I know it.”
“I don’t have many more days,” said Vic. “I’m approaching forty.”
“Forty is the beginning of life,” I said. “That’s when you really start to know yourself.”
Vic looked doubtful.
His penis was dead.
“We’ll get it back, Vic, I swear,” I said. “We’ll get it back together.” I started doing an erotic dance on the stairs, wrapping one leg around the banister and gyrating against it.
Vic ran down the hall and rolled the condom on his penis before I could stop him. It looked like a transparent blue holiday banana boat. He turned me around on the stairs and pushed himself into me. My fingers kept sliding around the carpet.
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