I get the regular greeting. An explosion of KUDOS laughter resonates off of the hardwood floor. XXNX She holds my face with one of her hands from behind her. It had been there since longer than I could remember. I’m caught. I never plop, my friends know this, unless I just got some. Small shrugs, I steal a glance at her, they all look. For the first time our lips meet. I back my thumb out, she’s even tighter than she is in front. I ram her kneecaps against the door on either side of her and I can feel my calves start to cramp. Her sopping wet hair sticks to my forehead as I stare down at what looks like the inside of a piston cylinder. How its better to sometimes FUCK rather than HAVE SEX or MAKE LOVE. She looks at me like I
