Pins and Needles

A dog with an itchy butt

I plopped back down on the bed. Brad was lying next to me and both our chests were going up and down rapidly. Slowly but surely my body was recovering from the physical activity. I heard Brad opening a bottle of water and without a word he handed it over to me. I gratefully chugged half of the bottle before putting it back down again.

A yawn escaped from Brad right before he stretched his arms. "You tired, old man?" I asked the very naked guy next to me.

"Me? Never," he smiled. "No, I was just thinking."

"Whoa there, take it easy," I teased.

"You'd expect a woman to be friendly after fucking her brains out," Brad muttered. I could tell he was pretending to be annoyed because a lazy grin was already painted on his face. He didn't even bother covering it up.

"You would expect that, wouldn't you?" I shot back.

There was a short silence after that. I knew I had to get up soon otherwise I'd fall asleep. Unfortunately, I was too lazy to actually move. This bed was comfy as fuck.

"What's your opinion different positions?" Brad asked, breaking the silence.

Knowing we'd already changed positions countless of times, I knew he was thinking about something more specific. "Out with it," I told him.

Brad moved to his side so he was facing me. He seemed to be mulling things over but decided to tell me what was going through his mind anyway. "So I was reading some interesting literature about this really difficult sex position but I never had the guts to try it with anyone."

"Some interesting literature?" I snorted, "You're such a fuckbucket. Alright, show me."

"Are you serious?" Brad asked with an excited glint in his eyes.

"Not anymore, you're being creepy," I pushed him lightly, causing him to laugh.

"It's nothing scary, just... difficult," he answered.

"Good thing we're both experts then. Alright, walk me through this," I told him. I had to admit I was a little curious about that position of his and why he never had the guts to ask another girl. Maybe it wasn't one night stand-appropriate. Whatever the hell that meant.

"Yay! Okay, let's do this!" he clapped his hands once.

"It's kind of a turn off when you're acting all giddy," I shook my head as if I was disappointed with him.

"Let me make that up to you," he said in a low voice and even though he was just playing around, a tiny part of me found it sexy. He then started assaulting me with his lips and did indeed make it up to me. Gotta appreciate a guy who stays true to his word.

"Okay, so you need to lie down on your side," Brad instructed me so we could try that stupid position of his.

"Like this?" I asked while doing what he said.

"No, you have to bend your leg," he said as he moved my leg. "Okay..." he said and went to sit down with his legs on either side of me. "There!"

"Eh... what now?" I asked.

"Now, you put your other leg on my shoulder and we click into each other," Brad told me so I propped my leg on his shoulder.

"Hmm," Brad muttered, "how do we do this?"

He then started sliding his butt closer to me to which I started laughing uncontrollably. "Stop, you seem like a dog with an itchy butt dragging himself across the floor."

"How else am I going to do this, Gwen!" he said, slightly amused, slightly aggravated.

"Hang on, I can move my body more towards you but you're gonna have to hold my hips in place," I said as I tried to manoevre my way closer to Brad.