Its Just Biology

She said "You're really cute" then leaned in and shoved her tongue in my mouth. "Well," I thought, "This doesn't happen every day." Her mouth tasted like hell, but that's where I'd always been told I was going anyway so I figured I'd dive in and burn a while to see what eternity had in store for me. I moved my mouth to her neck and she turned her head and let out a moan while I slid my hand up the seam of her jeans as if it were the Israelites looking for the Promised Land. A guy could get used to this. Though its probably best not to. Nights like this can fill a man's head with hope and gladness, and all hope and gladness have ever brought me are lonely nights and hungover mornings. Hope can kill a man faster than bullets. She fucked like a 9 to 5er takes their morning coffee- quick, easy, routine. About as exciting as a traffic jam in the rain. After various triumphs, failures and embarrassments we sat on my bed naked smoking cigarrettes and I fought the awkwardness by talking too much about things that were probably somewhat less than interesting. She eventually got her shit together and rolled out. I packed up the bong, chalked it up, took it down, held for about 8 seconds, exhaled and made peace with the night.