Billy
I sat next to Billy on the foot of his bed. He was like a big blob of pale flesh. His head hung. The stranger who'd just come in and fucked us both, on our hands and knees on this same bed, had dressed and left. Billy and I remained naked. I put my around his wide, curved back and gave him a reassuring sideways hug. "What's the matter?" I asked. "Oh...," all that Billy could initially get out, as if a sigh. "He liked you better'n me," he finally explained. "No he didn't," I said. "He fucked you a lot longer," Billy reminded me, as if I needed reminding, his head rising. "I don't think so." "Yes he did. Plus he came in you." This I couldn't deny, the stranger's load now tightly sealed deep inside me. "So?" "And he said I love your skinny ass. He doesn't like fatties." "That's not true. He fucked us both didn't he?" "He did but he fucked you f