She turned around, her back against shelves, and slid down. She realized that she’d sat in the wet spot but was beyond caring. She could clean up in a minute, and her clothes were at least dry and clean. Right now, she had to catch her breath and her sanity.
He slid down and sat beside her.
“I’ve never done that before,” she said. “Screwing a guy I just met, I mean.”
He smiled. “There’s a first time for everything.”
“Do you think it’s the first time that makes it so hot?” she said. “If we were to do this again next week, would it be as good?”
He ran a finger up her leg, up the wet trail and into the wet folds below her small patch of hair.
“I have no idea,” he said. “But I know a way to find out.”