Dreaming of You by Ethan Day Page B

the matching sofa, letting out a sigh.
     
    “Well, well.” Finn had the pasted-on expression of an actress in a television commercial. “Looks like someone’s had their gears adjusted.”
     
    I smiled, a little embarrassed but also wanting to rub it in that I just got laid. “I feel like I just had my first meal after a several-month-long fast.”
     
    She laughed and pulled her legs up into the chair. “Well, I suppose if anyone deserves it, you do. If it were anyone else, I’d want to scratch their eyes out from jealousy.”
     
    “And by the way, we’ll not be having any more repeat performances like the one you pulled earlier.”
     
    She flung her hand up into the air as if in disgust. “The thanks I get for keeping you hydrated.”
     
    “Save it, lady.”
     
    “Was he mad?”
     
    “No.” I knew full well she couldn’t have cared less if he was mad. “Your favorable speculations as to the appearance of his ass seem to be the only thing he noticed.”
     
    She giggled, looking like a mischievous little girl.
     
    Logan walked in wearing a tight white wifebeater, the sight of which made my mouth water, and a pair of loose-fitting gray cotton sweatpants. He sat down next to me on the sofa, stretching his arms out. “I feel great.”
     
    “I’d hope to hell so,” Finn said.
     
    Logan held up the bottle of water as if to say cheers. “Thanks for the water, by the way.”
     
    “See!” Finn pointed at Logan.
     
    It’s amazing how even when I know I’m right, I’m still unable to get anyone to notice. “I give up.”
     
    “It’s extremely important to drink lots of water after intense aerobic exercise,” Finn stated.
     
    “Thank you, Guru Finn,” I said.
     
    Logan started laughing. “Intense being the key word there.”
     
    “All right there, ego boy.” I took his free hand in mine and wove my fingers through his. “We get it. You’re quite the stud.”
     
    “I always say, when you got it, flaunt it.” Finn wiggled back into the chair a little more. “Now all we need is for more men to actually have what they flaunt.”
     
    “Hmm,” Logan said, “you sound like a woman that’s had to fake a few.”
     
    “Yes, well, I’m done with all that,” Finn said. “Now I just tell them, I’m sorry, it’s not working for me…just take your penis and go.”
     
    Logan and I started laughing. “Like men with tiny dicks who say they are strictly tops. What’s up with that? When a guy informs me that he only tops, I’m expecting there to be a sizable reason for this, as if it would be wrong to ask them to waste their appendage being a bottom.”
     
    “It’s amazing, ’cause when you think about sex in generalities, it doesn’t seem like it should be all that complicated.” Logan placed the bottle of water between his legs. “In reality, there are a million and one different little things, any combination of which, when put together, get a person off.”
     
    I reached between his legs and grabbed his bottle of water. “And there are some pretty twisted freak daddies out there.”
     
    “Like that guy I went out with last year.” Finn looked at me. “What was his name, Randall?” I nodded my head in agreement. “After the first few times we had sex, which were quite nice, I find out he’s into all this bondage shit. I’m as willing as the next girl to experiment, but it was the only way he wanted to have sex. I could deal with it every now and then, but there’s too much set-up and take-down time for that crap.”
     
    “I dated a guy that was physically incapable of reaching an orgasm unless you pulled his hair,” Logan said.
     
    Finn scrunched her face up. “Makes you wonder exactly how he stumbled onto that little nugget.”
     
    “Well, at least on your first attempt at intercourse, you didn’t have a guy with a dick the size of a Vienna sausage ask you, ‘Are you sure you haven’t done this before, ’cause you’re not very tight?’” I placed