You tell him you´re ovulating

“And you, are you always like that?” he asked back. “Only when i´m dancing with my favorite hobo… and it´s during the week… and i´m drunk and ovulating.” His mind went blank for a splitsecond, then he went back to joking around with her "“those female hormones, playing craaazy… did your mother never tell you to never play around with pervy old hobos like me?” Both of their heads were spinning as they lost balance.

“Whoa!" he said as they crashed to the mattress with slight bounce. Both of them burst out into laughter. “Freddy you´re such an idiot! My mom told me many things, but this advice is really golden.” Freddy ran his hand along her bare side as they laughed, pushing the shirt upward. He slid his hand under her bra and groped her right breast as they laughed. He pretended her nipple to be a switch. “Click, Click, on and off, single teen to single mommy! Hey Faye, check it out, I can switch you on and off. “

“You are´re so stupid” Faye giggled. “Now fingers to yourself, you old lech!” she teased him. Those breasts are just for my future husband. His thick, calloused fingers kept on pushing her puffy nipple as they laughed. He caressed her face and she slowly relaxed, looking deep into his eyes.

“It´s okay” he whispered into her ear and slowly insinuated himself between her pale legs and on top of her as they joked around. Faye was helplessly laying on her back, her boobs still being held by her bra and her legs slowly being pushed apart. She felt the thick, pulsing bulge in his trousers grind against her sex, and her laughing gave way to a more serious mood.

“Freddy, common, no…” she breathed.