My girlfriend had a weird thing going on. She was very secretive with her body. It was super weird today because it was the fourth time we’d had s*x.
I had expected that if she was shy, she would at least loosen up a little more each time we made love. But it stayed the same. She never budged.
It was becoming concerning. Each time before, when we were done, she rushed to cover her breasts with the blankets as I reached over to turn on the nightstand lamp and to get my aftersex cigarette and the ashtray. I’d finish my cigarette and head to the bathroom.
When I returned, her men’s tank top was back on. I hated that damnee tank top. But she always had it handy. Always. I had thought about burning g ot or casually loosing it in the trash can sometimes, but never went along with my thoughts.
