MOUTH COMMS
He was curious about who she was in her private life. He wanted to know something about her sexually, any detail — a clue about the way she might move when he was inside her, or the muted rush of her breath as she reached orgasm. Right now it was a secret fantasy, but the thought of making it real excited him. He craned forward slowly, in an exploratory manner, and kissed her gently. She responded, but her technique was loose and child-like. The muscles in her lips showed none of the contractions that give kissing its taut beauty. His mouth, searching for the reflex in hers, floundered in the space. Back in the days when his mouth was rough and dumb, he didn’t care what a kiss was, only that he was kissing, that he was participating in sex, or at least its prelude. But things were different now. He leaned away, back into his own space, muffling his disappointment. He was having second thoughts now about sex with her, if this sample was any indicator of what was to come.