A Bird in the Oven - Kata Cuic Page 0,33
is a much more natural delivery system, according to the testimonials.”
She lowers her mug just a little and studies the air in front of her. “I have so many questions…”
Liv already seems much more relaxed now that she knows she will not have to participate in coitus again.
I latch on to verbally repairing the damage I have done. “I am happy to answer any questions you may have. I will also send you the link to the website so that you can gain all the information necessary to determine if you would like to try this avenue for conception. From what I understand, it is a much more pleasurable experience than a turkey baster and will result in no unwanted pain for you.”
Liv’s shoulders slump. This is a clear sign of displeasure. She stares at the bottles of pills still sitting on the counter.
I slide in front of them to hide them from view.
She sighs. “Ollie, I don’t want to lie to you. I’m very sore, yes. I will not be able to comfortably have sex with you for a few days. I’m sorry that this will mean we’re unable to practice anymore before my ovulation window. But, I’m not mad at you. I’m mad at myself.”
That makes absolutely no sense. “Explain.”
She gestures toward the pill bottles behind me. “Finish your routine first. I don’t want to put you off schedule any more than I already have.”
I dislike the idea of her watching me swallow my pills, but she is correct. I am so far off course that I am likely to experience the repercussions for the rest of the day.
With my back to her, she clarifies her position of being angry with herself. “I foolishly believed that since we entered into an agreement to become parents together that it meant an added layer of depth to our relationship.”
I swing around to look at her so quickly, I become dizzy. The countertop supports me when I cling to it.
She waves her hands through the air. “That’s my fault. Entirely mine! You didn’t do anything wrong!”
“It is an added layer of depth to our relationship,” I affirm. “We have never been parents of the same child before. We have never engaged in sexual relations before.”
She smiles, but it does not look like her typical happy expression. “We have not. I obviously understand how much value you place on sex. You wouldn’t have had so many girlfriends if you didn’t enjoy it.”
“I enjoy orgasms very much.” I see no harm in admitting this.
I am not bringing up the women I have had sex with in the past. Orgasms are inherently enjoyable. If they were not, humans would not have evolved to derive pleasure from the necessary biological functions of ensuring the reproduction of our species. Many animals experience acute pain during intercourse. Cats are an excellent example. Males have barbed penises that cause the female extensive distress. Very few mammals engage in intercourse for pleasure rather than procreation. Dolphins are one such mammal. Like humans, they are highly intelligent and exhibit complex social structures.
“Sex has a different meaning for you than it does for me,” she says. “For you, it is a means to an end. Something you engage in to receive a physical reward for the act. For me, it means that I trust the person I let into my body. That I have an emotional attachment to them.”
“I still do not understand why you are angry with yourself,” I interject. “It is not a stretch of the imagination to assume that you both trust and have an emotional attachment to me. We are best friends.”
“We are,” she agrees. She finishes off her coffee in a few swallows that focus all my attention on the movement of her throat muscles. She rinses her mug then places it in the sink. “I’m angry with myself because I didn’t consider our differing definitions of the meaning and value of sex. I expected certain reactions from you that aren’t fair.”
“What reaction do you want from me?” I feel as though I am speaking English, and she is speaking German. They are closely related languages from the same family. I can translate similar words and phrases, decipher her mood from the tone of her voice and the expression on her face and the set of her shoulders. However, I am not fluent in German. I am close, but I am not in possession of a bi-lingual dictionary. “Tell me what you want, and I will