My Fake Fling

“Stop fishing for compliments,” she said. “I don’t remember you being so needy.”

“I’m very needy. Why don’t you bring that sweet ass back over here and I’ll show you just how needy I am?”

She threw my underwear at me. “You’re incorrigible. Guy gets a little sex and he’s suddenly demanding a marathon.”

“Don’t act like you’re not up for a marathon,” I said. “I felt you. I saw you. I heard you. You were just as into it.”

“It’s impolite to talk about a woman’s sex drive,” she said in a haughty voice.

“Fuck that. I know you want it. It’s just me and you here.” I got to my feet and pulled on my underwear.

She walked toward me with a look in her eye that made me think she was seriously going to give me another ride. She spun around. “Zip me.”

I swatted her ass. “That was mean.”

“Don’t be greedy,” she said with a laugh.

“Always with you,” I replied honestly.