The Sex Scene (Or How Much Harder Can it Get?) – A Short Story

Theresa sat down at her computer with a purposeful air. She set her cup of piping hot Earl Grey tea down next to her and pulled up her latest manuscript. She felt just a little bit smug as she skimmed last night’s work. It really was going well! The relationship developing with Jack and Sarah was everything she had seen in her head. Now, if she could get the chemistry between them just right.
“I’ve waited too long,” he murmured as his lips grazed her neck.
 “We’ve waited long enough,” she whispered back, pressing herself to him.
 He ran his hands deeply through her long, loose locks, pushing her red hair back from her face.
Theresa stopped and frowned. Hmmm, all her readers knew about Jack’s characteristic large watch.  Wouldn’t that catch in Sarah’s hair? Should she have him take it off? Maybe she was over thinking this.  Just leave it for now, she said to herself, you can edit later.
His hands pulled her closer as he tilted her face to his, caressing her cheek and their lips touched at last.  Their kiss deepened and one hand traced the curve of her back as the other caressed her soft hair. She shivered with sensuous pleasure as he reached into her blouse and cupped one breast.
Theresa stopped again, frowning more deeply now. One two, three, well now it sounds like he has three hands, she thought. That won’t work. She hit the delete key several times and took a deep sip of her tea.
 … caressed her soft hair. Jack put both his arms around her, lifting her up to him. Sarah wrapped her legs around his waist and together they headed to the bed kissing and touching each other passionately.
Theresa exhaled. Okay, he can’t pick her up, carry her and still be touching her and kissing her. She tried to get a mental image of the procedure. Yeah, she said to herself, I don’t think so. Maybe just skip to the bed? She hit the delete key several more times.
… touched at last. Without a word they moved together toward the waiting bed. As Jack lay down on top of her Sarah felt such desire…
Theresa broke off again. She ran her hands through her short brown hair and exhaled in frustration. At some point, surely, they needed to lose their clothes. Should that be in bed or before the bed? Taking off clothes in bed is always so awkward, Theresa reflected. Underwear gets caught around an ankle or you toss a bra and the strap hits the guy in the face on the way. No, better lose the clothes before the bed. She highlighted and deleted.
…Without a word he began unbuttoning her blouse and she loosened his belt. As one by one their clothes fell to the ground Sarah was overcome with desire for him. Jack’s body was everything she had hoped for. They embraced and Sarah gloried in the feel of him pressed against her, his lean muscles against her soft curves. Her thighs seemed to part almost of their own volition at the exquisite feel of his hard …
Theresa smacked her hand against her forehead in frustration. This was never going to work; Jack’s 6’4” and Sarah’s 5’ 1”! His penis would practically be at her chest or even her forehead, not her thighs! She was the author. Did the laws of physics really need to apply here? Maybe she could just waive them?
…she had hoped for. With as much effort as scooping up a kitten, Jack swung Sarah in his arms and laid her down on the waiting bed. He lay down beside her and passionately pulled her on top of him.  Her thighs seemed to part almost of their own volition at the exquisite feel of his hard…
“Hmmm,” mused Theresa out loud. “His hard what?” She looked at the screen in concentration. Then she leaned back in her seat and thought of her options. Dick? Too boring. Cock? Too “Dear Penthouse Forum”. Theresa wondered idly if they still did Penthouse Forum. She could Google it? Nah, better focus. His hard member? That sounds like he’s in a tough club. His penis? Too clinical. His Willie, Johnson or Peter? Now I’m just introducing new characters she thought. His love shaft? Too romance novel-y. His throbbing wand of power. She giggled. Maybe not.  Theresa bit her lip in thought. This was a lot more difficult than she had anticipated. Maybe? Hmm, yes, definitely the way to go.
“I’ve waited too long,” he murmured as his lips grazed her neck.
 “We’ve waited long enough,” she whispered back pressing herself to him.
 He ran his hands deeply through her long, loose locks, pushing her red hair back from her upturned face. They kissed passionately and Jack asked, “Will you stay the night, darling?”
 Sarah smiled, “I thought you’d never ask.”
Theresa breathed a sigh of relief. “Whew!” she said to her watching cat, Delia. “I’m glad that’s over!” Delia began washing her paw meticulously.
And scene.
I would just like to tip my hat to all the romance novelists of the world including the Judith Krantzs, the Jackie Collins, the Jean Auels amongst others. Sex scenes are not for the faint of heart. There are several pitfalls other than the issues of physics, anatomy, under garments and vocabulary that I’ve detailed above.  For example, one doesn’t want to include certain… shall we say “maneuvers” that one habitually does in real life because, well, T.M.I. On the other hand, one can’t include really freaky things either because naturally everyone else will assume the author actually does these things and hey, that can get awkward the next time you meet at the supermarket. The love scene was the hardest (no pun intended) scene for me to write in my book and the last thing I finished. I kid you not.