I looked away then, embarrassed. I never noticed what lovely shade of brown my carpet was. Then sighing, I looked back up.

"Not exactly..." I said weakly.

"Not exactly?" His voice raised a bit, but only a bit.

"We never got that far."

He said nothing and we just stared at one another. He was still angry. I could tell.

"Do you want to fuck him?"

I walked up to him then and wrapped my arms around his neck. He didn't embraced me back, but he didn't turn away either. He stood there stiffly and let me lean my soft curves into his as I reached up with my mouth...