“So… since you have that new boyfriend…”
“I wouldn’t really call him new, but yeah…?”
I would. As far as I was aware she had only ever had one boyfriend beforehand, and they had been together for yonks. Compared to a relationship that lasted over a couple of years and had continued apace, a few weeks still counted as “new” to me. Still, not my relationship, I guess.
“Have you been having sex in this heat?”
“Of course! I love having sex with him!”
I’d have to take her word for that. I didn’t know this guy and all I really had was a name. My mum walked into my room once immediately after she’d sent me his passport picture and said he was “grotesque”. I didn’t relay this back to her.
“Have you noticed,” I ploughed on, “that in this hot weather, with you sweating a lot already, and sex being a sweat-inducing activity by design, that it gets a bit… slippy…?”
And this is the question I’d been wanting to ask. Since our last big conversation – although we had been chatting on and off for a while – I’d started having sex. She had been doing so for a while and I was a bit of a newbie, so I was still discovering things. The last time I’d had sex, it had been in blistering heat and I’d been sliding all over the place. I had been wondering.
“lol,” she said, and then more fully, “Yes! I mean, it’s not exactly made it more difficult to have sex, is it? You just slide more if you’re moving back and forth, right? If he’s on top of me…”
I found this difficult to envision, so I stopped trying.
“…he slides back and forth quite a lot, and we’re both quite big, so there’s a lot of movement there.”
“I was wondering. It’s been happening to me. Er, us. I mean, it’s sweat so it’s a bit gross, but…”
“I like sweat.”
“Okay, sure,” I amended. “I think it’s gross. But it’s a different sensation, so I was wondering if you’re finding it hard.”
I suddenly realised what I’d just said.
“I find it hard whenever we have sex, whether or not it’s hot and sweaty!” she replied, making the joke about a millisecond before I’d finished typing something to the same effect. At least I didn’t have to debase myself by indulging in such puerile filth. “In any case, appropriately given the subject, he just got home and I’m going to have sex with him now, so I’ll talk to you later?”
“Uhm, sure, enjoy your slippy slidey sex where everything’s hard,” I signed off smoothly.
The next time I had sex, I made sure there was a towel nearby.