But this time, somehow, you started feeling insecure, like maybe she was slipping through your fingers too. Like the world was changing? So you actually went down on her without being asked. And you were enjoying it, getting your tongue all up in her muff and running it around over what was probably her clit, and her moaning: even though you wanted so bad to bust your nut, you kind of took it slow.

So that when you finally rolled the condom on and slid it into her, oh man, it was like heaven in there. Your dick had been waiting so long it felt swollen up like a balloon. Her pussy was just right, not hard like a hand or soft like a pillow, but warm and firm and giving. You pounded into that sweet strong tube of hers—all the way in! You felt her hands moving on your back, you squeezed her ass, she growled deep in her throat, and soon everything faded into the background, but the feeling of your hungry cock, taking her.

You held your breath, so as not to come too soon, and you must have lasted, what, twenty, maybe thirty strokes before that river burst its dam. The surge went like heat through your whole body, toes to head, that moment of being on top of the world, that wave of molten power, better than any liquor, better than a jackpot—but not unlike a jackpot, not unlike pulling that one-armed bandit’s handle and seeing all cherries come up, and the rush of gold coins going on, on, on, on into the bowl.

But afterward, when you rolled off her, she sighed this tight little sigh and turned her head away. And when you reached over to put your hand affectionately on her tummy, she stiffened up. She got up and went to the bathroom.

She was usually chatty after sex, but not this time. And you hauled yourself up and got your clothes on and she showed you out, you still a little woozy with the glow and feeling like she ought to be grateful for how you’d made her moan. And as you stood a little unsteady on the step she said:

“Listen, Gary, uh…you know…I think this was our last fuck.”

“What?” you said, feeling like you couldn’t have heard right. “What?”

“Yeah, you know, I just. I think I want. Something different. Okay?”

And to your silence she said, “Okay. Yeah. Good night.” And closed the door.