"Actually ..."

"Actually," she said, with a smile creeping across her face, "if you had been awake, I was going to make you go down on me, maybe at the same time."

"But, I just ... I don't get it. I shouldn't be doing this ..."

"You," she said scornfully, "aren't doing anything." Both hands moved to her hips as she sat up. "Like always, I'm the one who has to make things happen. Most guys, if they had their ex sucking them off, would be sitting back, smiliing and thanking someone above. You, you just sit there, looking like you did when we broke up. Confused, and pitiful."

His erection almost completely gone, Cameron found himself with nothing to say. He'd like to have thought his expression was more disbelief than pitiful, but ...

"Listen, Cameron," Anna said, moving her hands forward on the couch and leaning over his mid-section. "I want to get fucked in a really bad way. I know what you have, I know what you like, and I know you'll do what I want you to."

Cameron continued to have far too much to say and no way to phrase it.

"I want you to use me. I want you to pretend you picked me up, to fuck me until you're satisfied, then send me home and call Sara at work and tell her you'll be late for your dinner party or whatever the hell you're doing."

"I didn't know you knew her name," Cameron said, surprising himself a bit.

"Who cares?" Anna was now holding herself up on his hips, her thumbs gently pressing into the crevices between his legs. "If you called her up at work, told her to drive over here, drop her bags and start sucking, would she do that?"

"No, she's ... no," Cameron said. That question, at least, was easy to process.

"Then why don't you take advantage of the best luck you might ever have and do something?"