The older woman chuckles. “Just shoot me a text and let me know when the ‘perpetrator’ is in place.”
I grin. “Thanks, Judy. I’ll do that.”
Then I text my sister.
Are you coming to dinner at Mom and Dad’s tonight?
Yep, on our way.
You wouldn’t happen to have or know where I can get some fireworks?
I do. Do I want to know why?
How about you just read it in my fanfiction chapter in a couple of days?
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CHAPTER 19
DAVID
I think sex on a four-wheeler is very possible, but would like you to confirm.
I grin at the message. Mia and I are openly talking about sex now and I fucking like that.
Before I can reply, I get a second message.
But don’t tell me you’ve actually done it. Just say you think it’s probably possible.
Oh, and a touch of jealousy. I like that a lot.
I think it would definitely be possible.
I haven’t actually had sex on a four-wheeler. Why would I? There are much more comfortable places to have sex. And typically when I’m on a four-wheeler, I’m riding with my brothers.
If I were to have sex on a four-wheeler it would purely be for fun, for the adventure, and because the woman wanted to do something daring and unusual.
Or because she texted me about it and got me thinking about it, and then when I was four-wheeling with her, I wasn’t able to wait until we were back to a more comfortable place.
The woman would just straddle the man, right? It’d be like having sex sitting down almost anywhere, wouldn’t it?
This. Woman.
One day I’m going to spontaneously combust or forget to breathe or read a text while eating something and choke and die.
But what a way to go.
Probably something like that. But his legs will be spread wider to straddle the four-wheeler.
Would that be better or worse?
Depends on how in shape he is. It’ll take more strength to thrust from there.
Well, she would just have to do a lot of the work then.
Fuck.
I’m definitely going to have sex on a four-wheeler now.
