I don't know what got into me one night.I don't know what got into me one night. It was a Saturday and we both had gotten roped into putting in a 'little overtime'. If you consider 10 hours 'little'. Anyway, it was about 9PM and we both sat down to lunch. Since there was no one else there we actually talked to each other. Somehow the conversation got around to dates, and I asked her just what it was she looked for in a guy. "Well," she said musingly, "looks aren't all that important, I guess. A good personality is more important." She was silent for a moment, thinking. "Right now what I would like to find most is somebody who's good in bed. After a year of nothing I'm getting kind of, well, itchy." My heart gave a jump at that and my temperature rose ten degrees. I got up to get a cup of coffee from the machine behind her. As I did, I said, "How do you expect to find somebody like that? Advertise?" She chuckled. "I can see it now: Lonely woman seeks good fucker. Low pay but great fringe benefits." "Those benefits look pretty good to me." I said, still standing behind her and sipping my coffee. My heart had calmed, but I was still tense. Anticipatory, perhaps. "But seriously, that's what you're looking for? Not just any old guy who can get it up?" "Uh uh." She said softly, almost dreamily. "It would be tempting, but hell, if the guy doesn't know what he's doing, it just isn't really worthwhile. Not for me, anyway. For him it's probably great." The it was my turn to laugh. "Yeah, I guess so. Some guys are like that. They just want to, um, get off and go to sleep. But there are some who are different, ya know." "Oh, really?" she said, still seemingly in a trance. "Sure." I said. I put the cup down. "For some of us half the fun is in making the other person feel good. |