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The Sound of Two Hands Clapping

I was feeling frisky one night, and I talked my girlfriend into going outside and fucking by a pool at the apartment house where I lived. There were two pools, one in a central location by the parking lot, and one in a more secluded area at one end of the complex. We padded on bare feet to the less public pool, put a beach towel on a chaise lounge, removed our winter coats, which we had worn because it was, uh, winter, and did the deed. It was cold and foggy. The apartment units loomed left and right. Afterward, shivering and giggling, we sprinted for the gate. As we left the pool area, we heard a smattering of applause.

Story by:

Jack Swenson

submitted at 1:43am

25 July 2009