Shut Up

“God. I’m wet just thinking about it. What have you done to me?”

“Nothing you haven’t enjoyed, I hope.”

“Mmmh. But good girls aren’t supposed to like that. Good girls aren’t supposed to want that.”

“Well, good boys don’t do that to their girlfriends, so I guess we’re even.”

“You admit it’s your fault!”

“The woman whom you gave to be with me, she gave me fruit of the tree, and I ate.”

“I must have the only boyfriend in the world who uses Scripture as pillow-talk.”

“Hey, you’re the one who put Aqua on the stereo last night. Do you have any idea how hard it is to maintain an erection when Barbie Girl comes on shuffle three times in fifteen minutes?”

“Fine, we’re even. Hmmph.”

“You’re worth it.”

“Aww, that’s sweet.”

“You’d be worth it even if you put it on loop.”

“Really? Let me get up for a second…”

“You’re not going anywhere.”

“That’s okay. I have the remote here… eeek! Grrr. No fair!”

“You like it and you know it.”

“. . . Shut up.”

“You and your cute little butt are staying right here in bed with me.”

“Are you going to fuck me and my cute little butt tonight, or are you just going to talk about it? I made sure to slick it up before I got into bed, so you’d better make sure it gets some attention.”

“You’ve got a dirty mouth sometimes, you know that? What happened to the sweet, bashful girl I started dating?”

“You did. You know it and you like it.”

“. . . Shut up.”

“I’ll shut up when you make with the fucking! Really, what kind of boy are you? Your girlfriend is naked and ready to go; she wants it up the ass and you are still talking to her? I know you’re hard already. It’s really easy to tell. What’s wrong with you? Make with the funnh!! Oh yes that’s good. Do it again!”

“I thought you said you were going to shut up.”

“That is not my butt, though. I shouldn’t have to tell you that. You said my butt was staying in bed with you, so it wants attention.”

“I’ll get there. You said you were wet, and it’s a shame to let that slippery goodness go to waste. You’re your own best lubricant.”

“Shut up. You’re just in me, not fucking. That doesn’t count. Cuddling, yes, but fucking has motion. Fucking means you making mohh. Ummuh. Uhhm. Mmmhm.”

“You want more?”

“Lots more.”

“Shut up.”

“Unh. Yessir.”

“That’s a good girl. I don’t care what anyone says. Mmmph. You’re very good to me, no matter what dirty things you say or how you like it.”

“Love?”

“Yes?”

“Shut up and do it.”