Page 35 of The Fed Sex Man

“I’m not sure,” I responded, even though I was sure I would if he asked. “Probably.”

She laughed. “Probably?”

If Tyson wanted to, I’d fuck him in the women’s bathroom, but I wouldn’t admit it to Jenny. Being judged for my eagerness to have sex would take an otherwise great night and make it a crappy one.

“Yeah. It just depends,” I explained. “I don’t want to put out the wrong vibe. I don’t want him to think I’m easy.”

She rummaged through the chips. After an awkward moment of silence, she forced a sigh and shook her head. “People get too hung up on sex. Fucking is fun. It should be simple and effortless.” She looked up. “It only becomes complicated if someone complicates it.”

“What complicates it?”

She cackled a laugh. “Falling in love.”

I’d never been in love, but I believed in its magic. According to my mother, my grandmother died of a broken heart.

“Falling in love makes matters worse?” I asked, failing to accept it as true.

“It ruins things.”

“Really?”

Falling in love never ruined things in the books. There was always some kind of drama, but in the end, everything worked out.

“Believe me,” she said. “The woman always falls in love first. When she admits it to the guy, he’ll agree that he is, too. He isn’t, but he knows if he tells her the truth that things will dissolve. So, he agrees, because he wants to fuck her until something better comes along. Maybe not better, just different. So, the lop-sided couple skates through life with her thinking their love is equal, but it’s not. It’s not even lop-sided. It’s one-sided. The guy’s still checking out the asses of every girl in the mall, looking at two-year-old profile pics of some skank he met at the gym, and telling the chick at Starbucks that she’s got amazing eyes.”

I was confused. “If all men are liars and cheats, what does a girl do to keep from being used?”

“Become the user.” Her mouth twisted into a smirk. “Ride that dick every chance you get, keeping in mind that its life support system is a pathological liar and an inevitable cheat.”

I didn’t want to believe her, but she had far more experience with men than I did. I decided to agree with her for the time being and see how things between Tyson and I unfolded.

“Sex should be simple and fun?” I asked in rhetoric.

“Precisely.”

Shawn’s voice caused my spine to straighten. As if caught with my hand in the cookie jar, I pursed my lips, reached for a chip, and gave Jenny a not another word look.

She looked right at the approaching men and cleared her throat. “I didn’t realize guys went to the bathroom together. Did you hold each other’s junk?”

“He’s not strong enough to lift mine,” Shawn said as he sat down. “He’ll need to hit the gym for a few weeks straight if he wants to give it a try.”

Tyson scoffed and took a seat at my side.

Jenny gave Shawn a curious look. “Oh really?”

Shawn nodded. “True story.”

As if having little interest in his response, she nonchalantly reached for a chip. “Quite the hunk of flesh, is it?”

“Every time it goes stiff, so much blood rushes to it that it makes me feel faint.”

“Sounds like a potential issue.” She raised the chip to her mouth and paused. “How long does it take you to recover from this lightheaded state of being?”

“It’s pretty instantaneous,” he replied.

She chuckled a light laugh. “You feel woozy for an instant, and then it just vanishes?”

“The rush of excitement overpowers the dizzy feeling,” he said in a pragmatic tone. “It takes a few seconds.”