44 Chapters About 4 Men

by B.B. Easton

Eventually, we retreated to the car where we spent the next hour and a half cuddling, gazing into each other’s souls, and making love while Jimmy Eat World competed with the sound of rushing water plummeting below us. It felt as though we were in our own personal snow globe of ecstasy, only the white flecks swirling around us weren’t snowflakes but stars. Stars everywhere—in the sky, on the water, splashed in ink across his skin and in my eyes as they rolled heavenward on a crest of pleasure.

I had sex in a car last night. In a random neighborhood. At eleven p.m. It was not a first for me, but it was a new low for my Mother of the Year contention, especially considering that I sprayed breast milk all over Ken’s Oxford shirt mid coitus and used an emergency stash of baby wipes to clean myself up afterward. Goddamn it. I really wanted that trophy, too.