"Oh yeah! Yeah! Yes. Don't…stop!" The thirty year-old who had her legs wrapped around Andy had been screaming like that since they started. He was grunting and sweating above her, feeling more his age than he had in a long time. He was buried deep in her slippery center, watching her firm breasts bounce with every thrust of his pelvis. Shit. Her voice was grinding on him now, whiney and high-pitched. This was everything he'd thought he wanted, he couldn't believe he was actually having trouble focusing. Her name was Erica…Shit, Erin?... and she'd approached him in the grocery store. He was flattered at first, but when she asked him to grab dinner afterwards, he thought it was the best offer he'd gotten in a long time. He paid, of course, but she chose to go to some salad and juice place with a ridiculous name, so it wasn't much of a commitment. How they ended up fucking in his bed was a blur.
He wasn't used to how forward young women were these days. He'd spent all week nursing a broken heart, and when he realized Erin was suggesting they head back to his place after dinner, the old mantra 'get under somebody else' popped in his head. It all seemed like a good idea at the time, but now he was buried cock-deep in a woman half his age, and honestly couldn't focus enough on her to make it count.
"Oh daddy, yeah! Right there. Ugh yeah, right there. Fuck me. Fuck me harder! Yeah!" Erica continued to whine in his ear.
Andy enjoyed a little dirty talk, but this had no finesse. He wasn't used to someone being so vocal, and it continued to be distracting. He could hear the slurping and slapping of their bodies together, and his arms were growing ragged with his breathing. Did she just call me Daddy? The condom he was wearing felt cumbersome and tight, and the woman's fake nails scratched his chest and back. Why wasn't he enjoying this? How had so much changed in just a few years? This used to be the only kind of sex he was used to, and now it felt completely foreign to him.
In an attempt to aide his own orgasm, Andy picked up the pace a little. Now he was slapping into her with quite a bit of force, using the spring of the mattress to help him. Erica's body was unfamiliar to him, and that, combined with her continuous porn-star exclamations, made him uncertain of whether she was coming, close to coming, or had already come. He never questioned Sharon's body like this. He knew every inch of that woman, every response and every sound. Christ don't think about that now, he thought.
Andy shut his eyes and tried to attend to his own erection and the beautiful woman underneath him, but was again torn away from his focus at the sound of his own doorbell.