Bored couple tries to go beyond the same old sex with something new.
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Julie and Joey relaxed in bed together. He watched TV, while she read her book. Already acting as if they were an old married couple, the chill of discontent permeated the icy cold temperature of their mattress. Doing nothing and going nowhere, instead of heating up their tired relationship with desire, the hot summer weather had cooled their sexual relationship to a deep freeze. They needed something new to defrost their libidos, while still maintaining their interest for one another during the summer thaw.
Once hot for one another, once eager to go to bed with one another, rather than having hot sex, they were just hot from the weather and just wanted to sleep in the cool air conditioning. Whatever outside heat that the air conditioning failed to cool in their bedroom, the passing of time had cooled their sexual passion. Maybe the spark of pillow talk could relight the flames of passion they once had for one another.
Where did the time go? Full of love and passion for one another when they met on August 24th, seven summers ago, it felt like only yesterday when they decided to live together. A serious romantic couple once, now they were just coexisting together. Going through the motions and pretending to be happy, what happened?
Possibly the seven year itch that plagues married couples, so much like an unwanted virus, so much like an unneeded rash, maybe they're just going through a rough, dry spell. Maybe that's all it was, the curse of the seven year itch. Yet, bored with the same old sex, their sexual frustration and unsatisfied horniness was something that so many couples experience at this junction in their relationship and they needed to find something to get them over this without ruining their relationship.
It had been a while since they made love. It had been a while since they had real, hot, head banging, body bumping, drenched with sweat, orgasm screaming sex. With Joey just wanting a blowjob all the time, while playing with Julie's big tits, lost was their passion and lustful desire for one another. They had forgotten how to go about getting themselves in the mood and getting themselves excited. They needed a push and a jump start to set their sexual life ablaze again. Always enjoying the titillation of teasing, especially when talking about having sex, Julie decided that pillow talk may help get them in the romantic mood again.
"Let's say we weren't yet a couple, had just started dating, and were sitting in your apartment watching a movie," said Julie closing her book and turning to look at her boyfriend with an excitement that he hasn't seen on her face in a while.
"Okay," said Joey turning off the TV. "This sounds like fun."
He couldn't believe that she wanted to play his favorite game, the pillow talking game. Actually, he was the one who had always initiated it and who always wanted to play the pillow talking game, usually when he was drunk and asking her which one of his friends she'd do. She was the one who never wanted to play the game because of the way he acted and the inappropriate and embarrassing sexual questions he asked. He had the knack for making her feel like the whore that she wasn't and never would be. Asking her to flash her body to his friends, she stopped playing the pillow talking game because he got too excited with the thoughts of her having sex with someone other than him. Yet, now that their flames of passion had extinguished, maybe pillow talking would create a spark to light the fire they needed to get through this tough time.
"Tell me, if we had just met and were having a first date at your apartment, what would you hope I'd do, if I was to take the lead and make a sexual pass at you."
"You mean, my fantasy date."
"Yeah, your idea of a perfect date."
"Wow. A first, perfect date. If you took the lead and made a sexual pass at me, how I hoped you'd go about it? I gotta think about that," she Joey scratching his balls.
"Must you do that, Joey? It's one thing when you scratch your balls in bed, but you do it outside, too. What do you have crabs, Joey? Every time you're thinking about something, you scratch your balls."
"I gotta itch is all."
"I think it's a habit you have Joey, scratching your nuts, instead of your head."
"The only habit that I have is you, babe."
"Aw, that's nice, Joey. Thank you," she said giving him a peck on the lips. "See? I think this pillow talk is working already." She looked at him and gave him a loving smile. "So, tell me, what would your fantasy of a perfect, first date with me making a pass at you be?"
"Well, okay, this sounds like fun. This could be good," he said rubbing his hands together, as if he was a fly landing on a piece of discarded food. He sat more upright in bed in readiness to deliver his fantasy. "Yeah, I like this. Okay, here goes. Let's see. We're on the couch with you sitting next to me and--"
"Wait, what am I wearing?"
"What are you wearing? What does your clothes have to do with us having sex, Julie? You're naked, of course."
"I didn't say we were going to have sex, Joey. I said to tell me your fantasy for a perfect, first date."
"Duh? Dating and sex is the same."
She looked at him looking at her.
"Oh, never mind. How could I not know that you're perfect first date wouldn't include hot sex?"
"Julie, it's the summertime. Of course we're going to be naked. I don't see what clothes have to do with anything on a first date."
"Clothes have everything to do with us having sex or not having sex. Don't forget that we're pretending that we just started dating and I wouldn't be hanging around your apartment naked, Joey."
"So? I still don't understand what you're wearing or not wearing has to do with our having pillow talk now, Julie."
With the bickering back and forth, what started as a good idea was beginning to turn into an argument.
"The way that a woman dresses is a telltale sign if she wants to get laid or just wants to hang out with a friend."
"Okay, you're wearing your tight jeans, then."
"No, that won't work," she said making a sour face and shaking her pretty blonde head.
"What do you mean? You look hot in those jeans. I love those jeans," he said, as if imagining her wearing the jeans now. "You wear them, as if they are painted on your body. They make your ass look incredible. I'd eat you through those tight jeans, if I could."
"Then, how come you don't? How come you never do?"
"Oh, uhm, I dunno. It was just an expression, Julie. I'd never eat you through your jeans. Don't take me so literal. Besides, the jean dye would get in my mouth from me sucking on denim and I'd probably get lip cancer and die a horrible death."
"You're such an ass Joey. See? That's just it. If I was hoping to get laid, if I was hoping to have spontaneous sex, I'd never wear a pair of skin tight jeans that I'd have to stand up and wiggle myself out of them. Struggling to undress would ruin the moment. I'd wear something that you'd have better access to my body, while waiting for you to make the first move."
"Oh, I see. I get it. I never thought about that. I never knew that about women. I never knew that a woman's outfit was the barometer to getting lucky or not. I wish I knew that years ago. I figured the only sure sign of getting lucky was if the woman was naked or drunk enough.," he said looking over at her with a sudden flash of realization.
"Thanks for that image, Joey."
"Okay, I know what you're wearing. You're wearing your short skirt, the one that your dad calls a belt."
"Yeah, that's good. I like that skirt. It shows off my legs and makes my butt look good."
"It shows off more than your legs," he said with a dirty laugh.
