“So I Was Fucking This Girl…”

“So I was fucking this girl, right?” Xavier said. “Hand cuffs were broken, alcohol spit drying on our necks and faces. Sweat dripping off of my chest and onto her tits, right?”

I nodded. The description he was giving me was kind of disgusting, not anything like I’d think sex would be like. It sounded sort of gross.

“Awww, shit, you know what?” Xavier paused. “I don’t even think I remember her last name.”

I nodded again. I figured that was the right response.

“Anyway, I’m sweating, she’s sweating. She’s moaning, I’m moaning. Her legs wrap around me, I grind harder,” Xavier continued. “But then something fucking really weird happened.”

I nodded a third time.

“I lost my hard-on.” He said. “While I was inside of her.”

I stared at him.I had no idea what any of that meant.

“Corn! Dude!” Xavier yelled. “While I was inside of her!”

I stared at him. Then I felt like I should’ve said something. “Oh. That’s bad, right?” I inquired.

“Hell yeah that’s bad!” He stated. “I’m fucking her, and while I’m fucking her, while I’m doing the different strokes and shit, I lose my erection!”

“Oh…so that isn’t supposed to happen?”

“Hell no, bro! Fucking is supposed to keep that from happening. Fucking is the reason why a dude stays hard!”

This was really grossing me out. Him talking about strokes, and hard-ons, and spit, and sweat. It almost made me not want to have sex at all.

“But, see, here’s the thing.” Xavier began. He settled down a little. Thought to himself. Sighed. And then said, “I didn’t like her.”

I looked at him. Nodded.

“I was fucking her. Fucking. Some chick who I hired last week. A waitress I was gonna fire after I got to fuck her. Which was what I was doing. But while I was fucking her, this weird realization happened to me. In the middle of the whole fucking thing.”

This was kind of intriguing.

“I was looking at her face. She was looking up at me.I saw a nose. Lips. Eyes. Eyelashes. Ears. I noticed the tattoos on her shoulder and on top of her breast. I noticed the short hair, wet, clinging to her neck. And then it hit me. Right then and there it hit me. The thing that hit me so hard, it actually de-hard-oned me, was that I had no idea who she was.” Xavier paused. Took a deep breathe.

“I didn’t know who she was at all.” He continued. “I mean, I knew her name. Her first name anyway. But other than that, I had no idea who she was. I didn’t know where she grew up, what she liked to do in her spare time, what movies made her laugh, what songs made her cry, if she knew how to cook, or to dance, or to sing. I didn’t know a thing about this woman.” He paused for a second. Then continued.  “My penis was inside of her vagina. We were naked, our skins were rubbing against each other. Kissing. Hands, fingers, interlaced. And I had no idea who she was.”

His face turned gray. Not sad gray, but lifeless gray. More gray than I’d ever seen it.

“Yeah man…” He said, shaking his head. “My dick got de-boned…”

I had to laugh. It sounded funny. He laughed a little, too.

You know what that means.” Xavier said.

“What?” I asked.

“I guess I’m not an asshole after all.” He said. Then he smiled. “Good. Experiment is over.”

I looked at him confused.

“Ya know, there was this other time I was fucking this chick…”