"Now help me put them on."
But we don’t even get the futon cover back on before we’re fucking. And I say fucking—because mostly that day it was fucking. We fucked seven times. I remember it, because I counted. I came seven times that day—forgive me if that’s the metric I use, but it’s a metric I can keep track of easily. Jules doesn’t seem to mind it, either.
"You came in me seven times." She says it like a proud mother. You’re a big boy now. You came in me seven times.
"I know I did."
"I liked it," she says. She rubs her pussy. "You conditioned me. Before you cum in me, and after you do, it’s like..my pussy is so different."
"It is like conditioning, isn’t it."
"Yes," she says, grabbing me. "I needed conditioning. And you conditioned me."
Then we fuck again.