His hand moved inside her shorts and she hoped she wasn’t too sweaty and gross between her legs. He leaned into her, breathing with his mouth, breaking into a smile whenever their eyes met. She unzipped her shorts and helped his hand slide under her panties. She felt his fingertips move gently, anxiously, down her crotch, startled at first by the prickly forest of pubic hair, then venturing on. It felt so good to have somebody else’s fingers in there instead of her own, and she tried to concentrate on being the recipient of this pleasure. But she kept pulling herself out of the moment—she was curious, she wanted to watch.

Arik squeezed his eyes shut, his mouth forming an o as he found the valley between her thighs and dipped two fingers into the thick, warm wetness awaiting him.

“Oh my God,” he panted. “You feel like the inside of a jack-o’-lantern!”

Rosemary whimpered as he moved his fingers in and out of her. She wanted to come. He thrust his tongue inside her mouth for a deep, long kiss, then quite suddenly withdrew both it and his hand. He looked like he was choking.

“Fuck, Arik, are you okay?”

“Oh my God, oh my God!” he gasped, even more shocked than she was. He pushed her away roughly and opened up his pants. Immediately his cock popped out like a long, pink ax handle. It was bigger than she expected, the tip of it made her think of a Pink Pearl eraser. As soon as he grabbed it, thick white liquid shot out of its head. Rosemary jumped away just in time so the projectile missed her and struck the wall.

Arik propped himself up against the wall with his free hand, and Rosemary watched him twitch uncontrollably with his eyes pressed shut until all the milky streaks drained out of him. She tried to contain her horror.

When he was done, Arik stole sheepish glances at her, still panting. His face was red. There were a couple of white Pollocky splats on the wall and she could tell these would quickly get dry and crusted in the sun. He tucked his cock back into his pants and buttoned up. The bulge was still there, but modest.

“God . . . I hope you’re not totally grossed out.”

She kissed him tenderly on the lips and put her head on his chest so he couldn’t see her face. Listening to his pounding heart, she stole glances at his placid, sated face and then down at his pants. The bulge was gone.