And fucked.
Would that be masturbation?
Is this really what I think about as a guy? How embarrassing.
I wonder if that would work…
-she smirked slightly, taking her cigarette out of her life- Sure, why not? -she said, pushing the lit side into the middle of his chest-
[smacks away her hand] Hey!
Guess I should'a seen that coming.
*Tentatively takes flowers* Uh-huh…right…
…You probably can guess how this looks to everyone around us, right?
A man giving some flowers to another man.
So what?
Why though? And you shouldn’t just pick flowers like that.
To apologize for kissing you.
As a guy? Huh. One of my female friends had a drunken rant to me once about how difficult it was for women to masturbate compared to guys. Maybe you could exchange techniques.
[Sebastian’s lower lip shook from the effort of holding his laughter in.]
Let me know if you need help, Sean.
As a girl it’s easy. You just–well, you probably don’t want to know.
When you’re a guy you gotta put your whole arm into it. I almost got tired and gave up.
And if I need a hand…I’ll give you a call.
Being a guy in general, or your dick? Touching it often makes it work, or so I find.
I tried that this morning.
It’s more…tiring as a guy.
And messy.
You planning on spending the rest of your time with a dick at your job, or do you plan on enjoying it?
I just…uh…well, I gotta figure out how it works, first.
Sure. Works for me, Sean. Still might just call you beau or cheri, though.
Sounds good.
