Getting Laid To Rest

Monika and Jordan ghosted the eulogy and snuck upstairs at the dead boss’s service. Polite nods at first. Then the truth slipped out—the two of them couldn’t give a shit. That made the fun easy. They peeled each other bare on the guest bed, trading sloppy kisses and crude little laughs whenever Charlie wandered in looking for his jacket or his phone. Every time the knob turned they’d freeze mid-stroke, hold their breath, and the second he was gone they’d grin like idiots and screw harder. The near-misses only made them wetter and stiffer. Once Charlie finally gave up and left them alone, Monika braced herself on all fours while Jordan grabbed her hips and pounded until the whole creaky frame complained.