Fletch makes the sound I’ve heard in the weight room a ton of times that never sounded sexy until now. And then, out of nowhere, his hand lands on my ass with a loud thwack. And then another. And finally a third.  “Fuck, I’ve wanted to do that for so long. Damn, look at my handprint, right there on your ass.” And the he unloads inside me, the sweat of his body dripping onto my back and I feel like the luckiest son of a bitch with the sorest ass of all time.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Three months later

Did you know spring makes you horny as fuck?

It used to be that I was just always the same amount of horny, but I’ve noticed I’m getting into a primal groove this spring with the warming weather. Which is awesome except when it’s not. Like, for instance, when you can’t stop stealing glances of your hot boyfriend in the locker room.

We’ve kept things chill in public still. Honestly, I probably don’t care if the whole school thinks I’m gay, but I do worry about what the whole school will think of my girlfriend for being with both of us and Fletch for being bisexual too. He’s on the law school track, man. He’s going to want a job in the spotlight or maybe even politics still. And I don’t want to go to prison for attacking someone for slut shaming Penelope which seems to be what they do to girls a lot.

I never paid that much attention to it before, but now I sense that most people have some kind of barometer for how much they think a girl can like sex before she registers in their Slut Zone. Dudes are the worst about it. They don’t want frigid girls, but they don’t want the chicks they bang to be dirtier than they are either. I’m the opposite. I’ve always liked the girls who get their freak on. Now that I’m in love, that hasn’t changed. I want her to be wild. I want Fletch to be wild. I want us to always be freaky—but I get that things will slow down some. Which is why I want us to be as freaky as we can get now.

I’m sure I’ll get my wish later tonight. But right now, it’s spring, I’m horny, and Penelope is trying to reach a box of pasta on the grocery shelf that is way too high for her. Her shirt is riding up and her ass looks perfect in her jeans, and I can’t stop myself from sliding my arm around her waist and rubbing my already hard dick on her backside while I grab the pasta for her as I grind.

She giggles. “Perv.”

“You ever do it in the bathroom of a grocery store?”