“Aah!” It was half a scream from Debbie as Durango thrust home.
He moved with quick, hard, deep thrusts. Then he varied the movements so that the fulcrums of their bodies were rotating together. Then he changed back again and the two of them were seized in the grip of a consuming fire. It held them taut for a long moment and then their bodies shook in a long, drawn-out spasm of ecstatic satisfaction.
They lay there for a while, side by side, too drained to say anything. Then Durango fumbled a pack of cigarettes from his pants pocket and lit two of them. He handed one to Debbie.
“That’s the first time,” she murmured as she expelled the smoke from her lungs. “That’s the first time I ever made it with a man. Before this I could only make it with another woman.”
“I know,” Durango answered. “You told me before, back at the stationhouse.”
“And you said maybe I just hadn’t met the right man. Well, I sure met him tonight all right.”
“So now you’re half-reformed, are you?” Durango asked.
“What do you mean?”
“You said if you could make it with a man you’d give up the Lesbian bit. And we agreed that would make you half-reformed.”
“Then I guess I am.” Debbie giggled. “No girl could resist that reform movement of ours,” she quipped.
“Thanks. And what about the other half?”
“What do you mean?”
“Are you going to go on as a hooker?”
“Gosh, I don’t know. It’s all I really know how to do” Debbie answered.
“I’ll bet. And you do it damn well, too. I’ll bet with your experience, you could write a book.”
“I’ll bet I could. And if I did, you know what?”
“What?”
“I’d make sure there was one straight sex scene in it like we just finished. ’Cause that’s the best way of all.”
“Amen!” Durango agreed.
“I think I’d make it the last scene,” Debbie mused. “I’d put it right at the end of the book.”
“Why at the end?”
“Because,” she said as her hands slid hungrily down Durango’s body again, “you should always leave ’em panting!"
“I see!” Durango panted.