Used

“We’ll do it on the floor then.” I was thinking of Phil, what I was—and would be—denying to Phil with this encounter.

I had a loose but, it turned out, a resilient bed. Randy admitted that he liked the way it squeaked and the headboard and footboard moved dangerously with the rhythm of the fuck. I thought then that Randy was trying to bust the bed as he missionary piston fucked me and the bed squeaked and moaned in harmony with my moans and the headboard and footboard shimmered back and forth. I met him thrust for thrust until he exhausted me. And then he fucked on alone until my tongue was lolling out of my mouth and I was lying there, appendages every which way, like a Raggedy Andy doll.

He banged me twice more the next morning, taking complete charge, once with him standing at the foot of the bed and me arched back to the bed on my shoulder blades and him grabbing my hips and pounding my ass and once, by complete surprise, on the kitchen counter as I was fixing us something to eat. That was my favorite one.