Sex With You Is Like.....

"Why is your back so wet? You're entire back half.." Keanu enquired from behind me,his voice trailing off as he poked at the clinging fabric of my shirt.I guided my rock car slowly back to the house,apprehensive and tense.I feared that if I went any faster I'd crash into a tree.

And then I prayed I DID crash into a tree so I wouldn't have to go through with this.

"I got spit on," I explained absently,absorbed in my thoughts.

What in the actual blueberry am I doing?

What if I'm all awkward and do something weird like bark instead of moan?

What if I step on his toes?

Or his dick?

What if he sucks?

Do I tell him?

Do I fake it?

But what if he's good?

Like so good I propose or something?

Oh God,Judah,what have you gotten yourself into?

"Wait,you mean all of this is saliva?" He asked,aghast.

I glanced at him over my shoulder and he's looking at my back like it was crawling with maggots.