Cheated, she simply lay under him until he had pumped the last of his jism from his balls. He smiled and said, "It was great. But with you, Tanya, it always is."
"It's always the same," she said in a dull voice.
"Always great!" enthused Charlie, rolling off her and stroking his hand over her heaving belly. He seemed more animated now than when he was fucking her, she thought glumly.
"Are we going to the party or not?"
"We've got time. All night long, in fact. Those damn things tend to last until the wee hours of the morning."
"Let's go now," she said, rolling out of the bed and getting her feet under her. When she started going with Charlie, the prospect of a waterbed had seemed great to her. Now it was only another annoyance.
Getting out was a problem. And the fucking she never-quite-enjoyed before getting out had gotten to be a real drag, too. She silently dressed, knowing the man's eyes drank in every, line of her trim young body and hating him for not realizing what would really turn her on.
CHAPTER TWO
The party thrilled Tanya, even though she'd come with Charlie. The number of unattached men provided promise for her. She might find one who could give her all the things she didn't get with Charlie.
"Let's go, Tanya," Charlie said uneasily, after they'd been at the party for about an hour. "Not much happening here. We can go back to my place and…"
"Oh, hello," she said suddenly to a man passing by with a drink in his hand. "I don't think we've met. I'm Tanya Harris." She smiled winningly and turned her back on Charlie. She didn't bother to see what effect this had on him. Frankly, she didn't give a flying fuck.
Not when this man was ever so much more attractive to her. The man's muscles bulged and he had a couple scars on his, fact that showed his life hadn't been one filled with ledger books and other dull things. The tan on his face and hands showed he spent a good deal of time outdoors. Perhaps he was an explorer. A man who had seen the upper waters of the Amazon or crossed the North Pole on a dogsled.