One with the Wind by Jane Livingston Page B

right,” commented Josie.
                “Midgets have sex too, Jo. Why’d you gotta be a prude?”
                “I’m not a prude.” Josie surveyed the covers. She really didn’t have any fetishes and no real desire to watch them. The selection was so vast, so she just picked up one with couples having “normal” sex on the back cover.
                “Why are you acting like you’re a virgin?” Nick asked.
                “I’m not; why are you acting like a pervert in a porn shop?” She handed Nick the DVD. “You have to promise you will never watch it without me.”
                “I promise I will never watch porn without you,” he mocked.
                 She looked at the opposite wall, “I think I want a whip.”
                “I am not your whipping boy,” he joked.
                Josie released a deep chuckle. “You are soooo my whipping boy.”
                “How about a feather?” Nick waved the feather in front of her.
                “You’re a wimp.” Josie surveyed the lotions and oils. “What about massage oil? Can you handle that?”
                “Can you handle that?” he asked.
                “I can handle rubbing you down with oil, yes.” Josie sniffed the fragrances and chose her favorite one and handed it to Nick. “Egyptian musk.” 
                He walked up to the register and paid with cash. Josie let out a heavy sigh as they walked out the store. “That was intense.”
                “You’re intense. Still think we should have gotten you a vibrator.” He tickled her and cupped her crotch. “It would loosen you up.”
                She whacked his chest with a fist. “Nick! Don’t feel me up in public.”
                “Jo, it’s the West Village. We should be fucking in a park.”
                “You think we should be fucking everywhere.”
                He put his arm around her shoulder. “Yeah, something wrong with that. Something wrong with the fact I can’t keep my hands off my girlfriend.”
                Josie squeezed his ass cheek. “Nope, nothing wrong with that at all.”
     
                When the sun eventually set and darkness filled their apartment, Nick inserted the DVD and sat back on the sofa-bed. Nick decided to save time and had stripped down to his boxer shorts. Josie was dressed in a cute, lacey nighty and sat alongside Nick holding a big bowl of popcorn.
                “Popcorn! You made popcorn?” Nick asked.
                “Cocktail wieners more appropriate?”
                “You never watched porn, have you?”
                Josie shrugged indifferent, but as the movie became heated, she set the bowl of popcorn on the table next to the bed. “Oh man!” She turned her head in the direction of the couple’s position. Seeing that Nick was already aroused by the movie, she reached for the massage oil. Her attention glued to the television, she squirted half the bottle on Nick’s belly.
                “Whoa! Don’t you think that’s a little much!” he yelled.
                “S...sorry,” she mumbled as she spread the oil over his stomach, chest, arms and legs. Nick was gleaming and dripping in massage oil.
                “It’s going to take me a year to soak this up. Call the coast guard; I’m the BP oil spill.” He lifted his arms and oil dripped from his biceps. “I’m the Exxon Valdez!”
                Josie jumped off the bed and grabbed the paper towels from the kitchen.
                “Better get the Dawn dish detergent too. I feel like a fucking oil drenched sea gull!” he yelled and paused the movie.
                Josie dabbed his skin with paper towels. “For God’s sake Nick, there are worse