“I kinda want to fuck your roommate.”

“Everyone wants to fuck my roommate and most of them have. She’s a huge slut.”

“Woah, what’s with the slut shaming?”

“I’m re-claiming it.  For her.”

“I see, so, she’s a slut in a good way.  A huge slut in the nicest way possible?”

“What can I call her then?  If you want to be so fucking PC about it, you tell me what I can call my hot roommate who has better sex than I do with everyone and their father.”

“I think we usually call her Alicia.”

“Fine.  She just likes to fuck and it makes me jealous and insecure.  Is that grown up enough for you?”

“You like to fuck too,” I said, leaning in a bit closer.

She looked down and shook her head of hair like she was trying to get rid of rain water or fleas.  She leaned against me and closed her eyes, and I didn’t have anything to say.  Well, not anything good to say.

“Are you gonna do it?” she finally asked.

“Alicia?  I don’t know, I was just saying she’s hot and sexy and I’d like to sleep with her.  I didn’t mean to…”

“Make me jealous?” she said, finishing my sentence.  ”I’m not jealous.  I love her, and I kinda want to fuck her too, but it still makes me feel like shit sometimes.  It’s not her, it’s just the stuff that goes through my head and I can’t make it stop.  I don’t really think she’s a slut.”

“I thought you were re-claiming it?”

She rolled over to face me and pecked me on the nose.  She slid her body up along mine and kissed me on the mouth for a wonderfully long time.  I wrapped my arms around her, slid the straps of her tank top down off her shoulders and pulled her hips to mine.

“I can only re-claim it for me,” she said between kisses.

“So…?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.

“So, do you want to fuck your little slut now?” she whispered.

“I want to fuck you,” I said.  ”Just you.”

“You’re sweet,” she said, as she undid my button and zipper in one smooth movement.

“Slut,” I whispered.

“You wish.”

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