Yet another extempore fiction! Honest to Pete, I don't normally do this at all often. But, as I said, I was working on Dancing With Bears, so all extraneous creative impulses went into stuff that was small, fast, and soon forgotten.
I enjoyed it. She enjoyed it. He enjoyed it too. All eight of us enjoyed it. In the morning Chuck made great mountains of scrambled eggs. Then we broke out the champagne. When Dan became a candidate for president, suddenly that evening became a big deal.
Listen. We did it. We're not ashamed. We'd do it with anybody and not be ashamed. Sex is natural. Sex is beautiful. There is nothing wrong with people pleasing each other with their bodies. Let me repeat it: We would do it with everybody.
Except you, of course.
The picture didn't come from a porn mag (or "girlie magazine," as we called them in my youth), but from some mainstream source. The censored/torn-away bits contained coy swatches of prose, as I recall.
The snippet was inspired by that sweet smile on the woman's face.