This blowjob is different from those he normally receives – it’s more theatrical, more submissive. Indian Sex I feel like a puppet – like a dick-sucking marionette – like I’m sucking my boyfriend’s big cock for her pleasure, not his. There’s a wet, anxious heartbeat between my legs and I’m half-sure that if I touch myself I’ll orgasm. Until tonight I’d never even considered sharing him with another girl. She spreads her legs presumptuously on the edge of the bed. I refrain, for now, and focus instead on pleasing my boyfriend’s heavy rod. It’s like a long, powerful, euphoric drain of all that I am. I must admit that she smells good – like some aromatic mix of candy and sex and sweat – like Halloween just stuck a lollipop up her tight little asshole. “I’m Mandy.” She says over the loud club music that is still blaring. Then, after some incalculable amount of time has passed, she reaches behind herself and begins unzipping the back of her dress. We stand there unable to move, as if we’re actors and actresses in a porn video that Mandy has decided to pause. I hate her. Jason, however, looks outmatched. Instead I sit there between them awkwardly nursing my Vodka-tonic.
