�So how about you, Morg?�
Morgan looked up. �Huh? Sorry, I wasn�t listening.�
�We were wondering how your date went with Jeff. You know, the guy from my Poli Sci that I hooked you up with. It was the other night, remember?� asked Lauren.
Morgan sipped her frappacino as she pretended to contemplate her date. �Oh, I definitely remember. Let�s see, what did I think of Jeff�Hmm�to call him a total asshole would be an understatement, so let me think some more about this one, alright?�
The two girls stared at her in disbelief. Stacie was the first to speak up.
�Are you serious? Weren�t you just complaining the other day that you were going through sex withdrawals. When you haven�t gotten any in months�beggars can�t be choosy.�
�Yeah, I know��
�And c�mon, Jeff McIntyre�good god, I want to shove my tongue down his throat whenever I see him!�
�Sandy blonde hair, icy blue eyes�yummy,� chirped Lauren, as her eyes rolled back in her head. �Didn�t you think he was cute in the first place? That�s why you asked me about him?�
�Yeah, I did,� Morgan nodded. �But that all went down the drain when the little pecker wanted head on the first date.�
�He just came out and asked for that?� Lauren said, her voice filled with surprise, as she brushed her bangs away from her face.
�Well, no. But I kind of got the drift when he pulled down his pants and asked if I liked mustard on my shlong dogs. Not a big turn on, you know?� replied Morgan, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
Stacie laughed. �Dude, I thought that�s what you wanted!�
�Well, I�um�sort of,� whispered Morgan, a sly smile playing around her lips. �But I need something a bit deeper, something more sensual, something with intimacy. Maybe getting caught in the rain. Then, after that�s all over and done with, we can hump like bunnies.�
�That sounds more like a fuck buddy,� said Lauren, her perfectly plucked eyebrows arched playfully.
�What?� Stacie replied, leaning in closer.
�A fuck buddy. You never heard of it?�
�No, tell me.�
Lauren licked a tuft of whipped cream off her pinky before proceeding. �A fuck buddy is a really close guy friend that you use for sex. You know, like when you�re desperate for some, but don�t want to have any strings attached.�
Morgan shifted in her metal woven chair. Stupid Starbucks seats. Always so damn hard and stiff. Heh, hard and stiff�NO! She couldn�t think of him in that light. What they had was over and done with. They were just going to be friends, and sooner or later, Morgan had to learn to accept that. She couldn�t let her raging hormones get in the way. He was America�s golden boy; it would be like gang banging Mr. Rogers or going down on Big Bird. But, he was still the same guy who never failed to make her laugh, even during her darkest moments. There was just something so incredible about the giddiness of his smile and the way his eyes glittered when he laughed that throaty laugh�