He could not see well against the sun or from behind but he was pretty sure she was not wearing a bra. “If that’s the part you enjoy, I don’t mind. Beeg Aaron took the shower spray nozzle and pressed it between her legs. “That’s the way it’s supposed to be. She was wearing a pair of pajama shorts and an open shirt. She gasped and began to thrash, trying to pull it out. This time there was no spandex to absorb the impact and she moaned out. He talked about futbol, bartending, college, parents, teachers, and friends. She nodded. He watched her hop off the wall and trot off the balcony in a dainty way. She gave slight jolts and quivers as she tried to adjust. However he was failing to keep his eyes from being drawn. “I am fucking you right now.”
“Yes,” she moaned. He only knew she existed because her mother seemed to love talking to people over the phone as if she had concrete walls and her topic was often how well her daughter did in school or at futbol practice. He quickly realized what she remembered was their conversations, not their actions. “You have no control anymore,” he explained. For a moment Aaron had assumed she was going to say he was bigger than the last man who fucked her. “What’s the difference between having sex and fucking?” she asked with none of the embarrassment Aaron expected from a girl using a swear word.