Page 128 of The Fed Sex Man

She looked me over. “FedEx dude.”

I laughed. “That’s the best you’ve got?”

She shrugged. “I don’t have many complaints.”

“Dork and geek weren’t complaints,” I said. “They were compliments.”

She smiled. “You know what?”

“What?”

“I think I want to change the name of my book.”

“What book?”

“The one you asked me about on our first date. Remember? Erotica or Romance?”

“Oh. Yeah.” I chuckled at the thought of that conversation, and of my early desire to fuck her and walk away. “What are you going to call it now?”

She picked up another wonton and paused. “The Geek, the Jock, and the Ten-Inch Cock.”

I burst out laughing. “I like it. So, what’s the category, or whatever? Erotica?”

She bit the wonton and shook her head. “Romance.”

“You can’t name a book like that and put it in romance, can you?”

“You can name it whatever you want. Content is what matters.”

I grinned. “Our content is romance?”

“Sex drives the story, or the story drives the sex? With us, our story is awesome, and it drives the sex.” She nibbled at the wonton, and then looked up. “We’ve got good character arc, too. Our progress. Look at how much you’ve blossomed. And, I went from being scared of you to being comfortable enough to fart.”

I gestured toward her with the tip of my chopsticks. “Fart, then.”

“Girls don’t fart,” she said flatly. “But, I could if I needed to.”

“I like it that we’ve migrated from erotica to romance.”

She lifted her chopsticks in agreement. “For me, that’s been a lifelong goal.”

We finished our food, cleaned up the mess, and sat side by side with our cups of wine. Gazing at the western sky, I gave thanks for Jo, my adopted family, our progress as a couple, and for the ability to make, and to accept, change.

Long before the sun set against the horizon, Jo gulped down what was left of her wine and stood.

“Get me some more, if you don’t mind,” I said, handing her my empty glass.

She straddled my thighs. “I wasn’t going for more wine.”

“Oh.”

She reached inside my swim trunks and pulled the string, untying it. “I was planning on something else.”

“I see.”

She stood.

I hooked the sides of her bikini with my thumbs and pushed it down her thighs. As she kicked it to the side, I stood and removed my shorts. After taking my position in the chair, she sat on my lap, facing me.

She pressed her full lips to mine.

Kissing her took my mind places I never knew existed. It seemed we were always kissing, but then again, we always started and stopped with a kiss. Given our love for one another – and our inability to squelch our sexual desires – kissing was always just around the corner.

That night we made love in each other’s arms while seated on the balcony.

It wasn’t a cliché moment of love-making while the sun set.

There was no voyeurism.

It was Jo and I expressing our love for one another. Nothing more, and certainly nothing less. We didn’t need gimmicks, onlookers, or toys to make things exciting between us. All we needed was our love for one another.

A love that was undeniably everlasting.