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about to do it anyway, she felt it was something
she
should’ve initiated. She started kissing his chest and his stomach and stopped there. If he kept guiding her head down, she was going to say something, but he stopped doing it so she went down farther on her own.
    His balls smelled musky, like
bad
musky, and she couldn’t get used to it so she took shallow breaths through her nose and took breaks to take deeper breaths through her mouth. She did it harder and faster and used her hands more than she usually did. It seemed like she was down there for a long time and she was thinking about having sex with him tonight after all. At least she wouldn’t have to smell his musky balls anymore or let him come in her mouth.
    Then he backed away suddenly. She wondered if she’d done something wrong, maybe bitten his dick or squeezed his balls too hard. She was going to ask him, but she thought he was about to say something, so she waited. Then she realized he was putting on a condom. She didn’t know where the condom had come from and she figured that he must have gotten one from his wallet, while she was going down on him. She didn’t know what to say—it was all happening so fast. He kissed her with a lot of tongue and then suddenly he was ontop of her and they were doing it. She was dry and it hurt, but she was too confused to say anything.
    He must’ve at least sensed something was wrong because he stopped thrusting into her and asked, “What’s wrong?”
    “Nothing.”
    “You sure?”
    “Yeah…it feels great.”
    “Cool.”
    He was holding her arms down too tight and it still hurt a lot. But she just lay there, ignoring the pain, even saying “Oh my God” a few times, hoping that would make him finish. Finally his noises got louder and he pushed her arms down harder and pounded into her faster, so she knew he was getting close, but it took a long time, maybe another minute, before his face scrunched up and turned sunburn red, and then he said, “Oh, fuck,” grunted, got totally still for a good five seconds, and rolled off her.
    He was breathing heavily, like he’d just climbed a few flights of stairs carrying heavy packages, but he wasn’t touching her at all. Her arms hurt like hell, she was very sore, and she felt like she wanted to cry.
    He didn’t say anything for a long time, then he said, “Wow.” His breathing returned to normal but his eyes were closed and she wondered if he was falling asleep. Then he turned toward her and gazed sensitively into her eyes. She expected him to ask her what was wrong. She’d tell him how upset she was and they’d talk and maybe things would be okay.
    “So,” he asked, “did you?”
    “Did I what?” She couldn’t believe this.
    “You know,” he said, brushing the hair away from her eyes with his fingers. “Did you come?”

FOUR
     
    Katie didn’t know what to say— she definitely didn’t want to cry—so she said the only thing she could think of that she knew would end the conversation immediately.
    “Yeah. It was great.”
    “I thought so,” Andy said and snuggled up next to her, with one arm over her breasts, and after a couple of minutes he started snoring lightly. She didn’t want him to touch her; she didn’t even want to be near him.
    She managed to free herself without waking him. She sat on the edge of the bed and starting bawling, but tried her hardest not to make any noise.
    A few minutes later, she was about to tap him on the shoulder to wake him up and tell him to get the hell out of her apartment, but she stopped herself, realizing she could be making a huge mistake. First-time sex always sucked and maybe that was all it was—bad sex. She figured she’d go to sleep and decide how she felt about the whole thing in the morning.
    She put on her bra and panties and a long T-shirt and lay on her side, turned away from him. She stirred for a while, unable to stop replaying what had happened. At one point Andy rolled over and his foot