Being a man could be tough. Sure, they gained a bit more control after puberty, but what man could contain a stiffy with a woman like Megan grinding against him? Yeah, no man. Well, unless he was gay, but friction was still friction!
Was she running? Speed walking at least. They were back at his apartment in no time, and before he had a chance to turn on the lights, he was practically thrown into the wall. An eager, deceptively strong woman held him there, though she really didn't need to. Reed was happy to oblige.
It occurred to Reed that he was a little rusty too. It had been months! Were his condoms even good anymore? He hoped to God they were! "Which room?" he managed to get out between all the kissing. Was it bad that he briefly considered the kitchen since it was closest? The peanut butter didn't sound all that bad either. Reed could still picture her licking it off her finger.