Recovery

Tired from our sexual escapade, we come to a unanimous agreement to order in some pizzas. Megan also decided to take a shower so Josh and I went to the fridge, retrieving a couple of beers to help us recuperate. As we relaxed by the table, Josh said "So uhh... You guys are like swingers or something?"

I think over his statement for a second, before shrugging. "I guess you could say."

"Well, whatever works for you, I guess."

"Pretty much."

"So Megan's uhh... Pretty open minded I guess?"

"Oh she certainly is."

"Blondes have all the fun, huh?"

"Must it's true."

Josh shrugged. "Think I still like brunettes."

"You know if you want anything from her, all you have to do is ask."

"I'll uh... Keep it in mind."

The meek expression on Josh's told me he wouldn't make any moves. I figured I'd have to push Megan to make the first move. I mean, she oughta get used to putting herself out there. Megan came back from her shower wearing only a bathrobe that'll be easy to remove, something that was bound to happen sooner or later. I eyed her like a hungry wolf eyes its prey, and she knew it wouldn't be long before I would strike.