21. Nathan

Fuck. That was ... that was ... that was ....

Fuck.

What we do just now was ... wow.

I ... I have had a lot of experiences—I told you I wasn't a liar, nor am I a coward who couldn't admit he likes casual sex, but, in the scale from one to ten, the sex we had was eleven. Man!

We're both still laying on the couch, chest heaving from the sexercise—yes, that's a word, my word. Clothes littered the floor around this fucking big ass sofa. Now I know why these rich people liked to buy the kind of luxury. It's comfortable. It's spacious. It's useful.

If you get my drift.

Oh, man. I have to get one after I sign my contract. Fuck, yes!

"So."

We said it simultaneously. I look to my left, to the woman who gave me the best sexperience—what? That's a word. You know, mine. She is trying to hide her nakedness with her arm and hand.

I chuckle at her failed attempt of modesty.

She giggles at her own silliness. She then uses those hands to hid her face. I don't know what she is trying to do, hiding fro