One with the Wind by Jane Livingston Page A

and groaned; God it felt so good. Nick rested her legs against his chest and pushed deep inside, far deeper than normal. He gyrated and pressed harder. “Ooh shit,” Josie muttered as she raised her hips higher.
                Nick pulled out, leaned Josie over and entered her from behind, thrusting with more vigor. The sofa-bed edged across the room as their bodies slapped against each other. Nick tightened his grip on Josie’s hips and groaned with each thrust. Josie held onto the fabric of the sofa as her knees began to give way. Nick gave one last push and they both screamed as their bodies climaxed. Nick wiped the sweat from his head and fell on top of Josie. They breathed deeply and laughed.
                “Damn Marvin Gaye!” exclaimed Josie.
                “He is the master,” grunted Nick as he walked naked to the kitchenette. “What do you want for dinner—beef Raman noodles, shrimp Raman noodles, chicken Raman noodles, or scrambled eggs?”
                “Why don’t you mix it all together like you always do? Shrimp scrambled egg noodles.”
                He pulled out a frying pan from the cabinet. “I can do that.”
                Josie hung over the back edge of the sofa to admire Nick. “What a lucky girl I am.”
                Nick glanced around the dingy studio apartment. “You must be the easiest girl in the world.”
                “To you, yes,” she replied. “To many others, a frigid bitch.”
                “Then I guess that makes me the lucky one.”
                Nick served her a plate of noodle slop. “One day, we’ll be able to afford real food.”
                Josie curled up next to him and fed him some of her slop. “One day, we’ll be able to afford clothes.”
                “I say, clothes should be optional,” he said.
     
                That weekend, Nick and Josie strolled the streets of Greenwich Village. They stopped for a cup of coffee at a local café, watched the pedestrians, and read the newspaper. Afterward, they wandered mindlessly through the streets and stopped outside a sex shop. Josie giggled and walked inside. She ran her fingers over the lace lingerie that hung on the racks and looked thoughtfully at the underwear.
                “Hey Jo, I need to get you one of these,” he joked, holding a ball gag. “That way we won’t get any more complaints from the neighbors.”
                “If you wouldn’t fuck me so hard, I would be screaming,” she replied casually, dangling a pair of fuzzy hand cuffs on her finger. “I don’t understand all this. If you need equipment for sex, you’re not doing it right.”
                “It’s toys. Toys are fun.” He picked up a pink vibrator. “I’m buying you this for your birthday—the Rrrrabbit.”
                “You’re all I need, sweetheart.” She blushed and ran her fingers through the fake hair of a tail. “Is this...oh dear God! What are these things?”
                Nick snickered. “Anal plugs. You put them in your lover’s ass.”
                “Why?”
                “It’s supposed to feel good. Want to get some?”
                Josie nodded. “Things are supposed to come out my ass, not in.”
                He laughed and wrapped his arm around her shoulder, guiding her around the shop. “We gotta get something.”
                “The tail is out of the question. I am not shoving a tail up my ass,” she said waving her finger. “Unless you do.”
                He shook his head no. “What about a movie?”
                “Porn?”
                “No, a Disney flick. Yes, porn! I’ll even let you pick—Gang bang, MILF, Lesbian, threesome, tranny, anal…midget.”
                “That’s not