When it was all over, Matt sat up on the end of the sofa and reached for his clothing. He wiped his depleted cock clean with a handkerchief, then pulled on his pants. He carefully avoided Jane's eyes, turning his face away – waiting for her to say something – anything… but she just stared at him in amazement, still not believing he had done it… again!

"Here… take this and clean yourself off," he said finally, offering her the wet handkerchief

"Clean myself off… is that all you can say." Jane was already grabbing back her panties and jeans, but she was still naked from the waist up, her young nipples pointed like tiny pink gems with arousal.

"What do you expect me to say?"

"You could apologize for your selfishness for a start… that would be something of a change for you!"

"What the hell are you talking about?" Matt shouted defensively. Then his anger, fed by guilt, flared. "If you don't like the way I fuck why don't you… find someone else!"

Because he had wanted to fight back and recoup his lost pride, Matt went overboard. The suggestion wasn't meant seriously, and he was stunned when she took him up on it.

Jane had put on her tank top. "I think I will… that's a really good idea. and maybe you can come and watch and pick up a few pointers on how to satisfy a woman!" she exclaimed angrily, tucking the sweater into the snug waistline of her jeans. She gave him a meaningful withering look, then tossed her head, striding out of the living room.

Matt stared in profound disbelief as she flounced out of the living room.

CHAPTER TWO