It Was Me
I lit a cigarette as we both lay naked in her bed, our legs still intertwined. Spent . I knew she had a boyfriend. And she knew I had a boyfriend too. That might have been what made it even hotter. “You’re the first girl I’ve been with who knows how to scissor,” she said, chuckling. “It’s an art,” I replied. “I’ve studied a lot of porn.” “Well, I love your artwork, and I’ll be the canvas any day,” she…