Archie and I had dated all the way through school and the last few years. I’d lost my virginity to Archie, but sex between us had become matter-of-fact. The only way we ever had sex was to kiss, fondle a little, and then Archie fucked me. That’s what it was, a fuck with no heart. I did what I thought I should, which was to open my legs and let him put his cock in me and wave it about. My experience with Sam was the complete opposite with Sam being constantly attentive to me. We spent all Saturday in bed. Sam served me lunch and catered to my whims. I don’t know how many times we made love that day, as we drifted from conversation to sex seamlessly. Being with him felt perfectly natural, as if we’d known each other forever. We fit together. When I went to work on Monday, I saw Sam with new eyes. He reminded me about the company’s “no fraternization” policy, and we tried to maintain a professional manner. I don’t think we fooled anyone. The next Saturday, I again took the train into town.
