Obscene moaning came from the little TV behind the Quick Stop counter.  Randal watched intently, popping Skittles into his mouth, causing Dante to sigh.  Sure, it was a slow evening.  The weather was keeping a lot of people in tonight.  Still, he wished his friend would take that back to RST to watch instead.  When he glanced over in Randal’s direction, he caught a glimpse of the screen.  The close up of the actress’s exaggerated facial expression made him roll his eyes.

“I don’t get that,” he said.

“What’s there to ‘get’ about fisting?” Randal asked without tearing his eyes away.

“No, not fisting.  I feel that’s pretty self-explanatory,” Dante said with a hint of defensiveness in his tone.  “Why they have the actresses make those faces.  It’s unrealistic.”

“How do you figure?”

“No one makes faces like that.”

“Sure they do.”

“No girl I’ve ever been with.”

Randal snorted, tossing a few more Skittles into his mouth before shaking his head.

“I wouldn’t admit that if I were you.”

“What?  I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’ve seen my share of ‘o-faces,’ but they’re never like the ones in porn.”

A shrug was Randal’s response.

“Maybe you’re not as good in the sack as you’ve led yourself to believe,” he then said.

“Oh, please.  You expect me to believe you have girls cross-eyed and drooling like that?  Or does Liv spoil you and make those faces for you?”

“Dunno.”

“What do you mean you don’t know?”

Randal finally tore his eyes away from the screen.  He shrugged as he reached for his Yoohoo.

“I don’t study her face when we fuck,” he said.

“You…”  Dante paused, letting what Randal said process before he continued.  “You don’t look at Liv when you have sex?”

“Not at her face.  Her tits.  Her ass.  My focus is elsewhere.”

Dante stood with his mouth agape for a long moment.  Randal always dropped bombs on him, but he was never prepared for what would come out of his friend’s mouth next.  He couldn’t imagine sleeping with a girl without looking to their expression to gage his prowess.

“Holy shit, you’re telling the truth,” he said in disbelief.  “You really never looked at Liv when you’re sleeping with her?”

“No.  Why would I?” said Randal.  “It’s weird.  What if we accidentally like lock eyes or something?  Then, we gotta keep that eye contact.  It’s awkward and complicates things.  God forbid we have a moment.”

“I can’t believe you’ve been with this girl… how long?”

Randal looked up at the ceiling, like he was counting in his head.

“Four months…  I think.”

“You’ve had regular sex with this girl for four months and have not once noticed the face she was making while you screwed?  How do you know if you’re doing a good job or not?”

“She’s vocal…  She’d tell me if I were fucking up.”

“This is like a whole new level of commitment issues.”

“Oh, Christ.  It’s not a commitment issue not to want to gawk at someone while we’re in the throes of pleasure…  You know what?  Next time we fuck around, I’m going to take a look.  Because I’m curious now.”

“Try not to get lost in her eyes,” Dante teased.

“I’ll try not to get my foot stuck up your ass too.”

Randal had almost forgot about that conversation.  He was balls deep in Liv when it popped back in his head.  He’d seen the faces she made in her tapes, so he always just imagined that.  He was almost worried about breaking the illusion, but curiosity got the better of him.  He lifted his head, hovering it above hers as he continued pumping into her.

Dante could suck it.  Either the girls he slept with were dead fish, or he was doing something wrong, because Liv definitely looked like she was enjoying herself.  Her eyes were screwed shut.  Her head was thrown back.  Her mouth was parted, bottom lip trembling as she choked out moans.  Randal decided to grip her hips and pound into her a little harder, watching the slight changes in her expression as he did so.  Feeling mischievous, he decided to take it one step further.

“Liv,” he said.  “Look at me, Liv.”

Liv’s eyes cracked open, catching his as they did.  He couldn’t help but smirk when their eyes locked.  He used that exact moment to thrust deeper into her, and witnessed her eyes cross before they fluttered shut again.  He wished he had a polaroid to take a picture of her in this state, not just to rub it in Dante’s face, but for his own gratification.