“It’s a monstrosity. It’s got to go,” Nicole told Nils. “I’ve never liked it. It was Roger’s grandma’s. I never liked her.”

“It looks okay to me,” Nils said. “Solid. Substantial. Serviceable.”

“It wobbles. Now that Roger’s gone the table has to go too.”

“Maybe a shim under one of the feet would fix the wobble.”

“It’s not the feet,” Nicole explained. “It’s the core. It’s wobbled from day one. I don’t understand how we put up with it.”

“And Roger doesn’t want it?”

“Roger,” Nicole scoffed. “I never liked Roger.”

Just then the cat hopped onto the table. It wobbled.

“See!” exclaimed Nicole. “Get off, Bootsie.”

“Bootsie seems to like the table.”

“Nils, why are you giving me such a hard time? Just help me take the table out to the road.”

“Okay, I’m sorry. Maybe I just felt a little sorry for the table.”

“Nils, you’re a strange man.”

“It’s a nice piece of furniture.”

“You want it?”

“Ha. Much too big for my studio. But I do think we should give it a proper send off.”

“What do you mean?”

“You know how married couples christen their new furniture?”

“I’m not sure what you’re getting at.”

“When they get a new couch, or a new chair, they make sure to make love on it.”

“They do?”

“So I’ve been told.”

“But a table? Roger and I never made love on a table.”

“Maybe that’s the problem.”

“You think so?”

“Could be.”

“So, Nils, you’re saying we should christen this table?”

“More like last rites,” Nils said. “A send off.”

“We should make love on it? Now?”

“We should.”

Nicole remained doubtful. And shy. Nils helped her undress. He helped her onto the table. It wobbled. He lifted her legs and stood between them.

“It’s just about the perfect height,” Nils commented, caressing her vulva with the head of his erect penis. “You have a lovely pussy. A darling buttercup of a cunt. And the most adorable little clitoris.”

Nils fondled the adorable little clitoris while his cock smoothed slowly into the darling buttercup of a cunt. Nicole moaned. The table wobbled. The cat purred. Nils continued to caress Nicole’s clit. Her hips lifted, the rhythm of her motion matching that of Nils’ cock. With each lift the table wobbled.

“Keep your eyes open,” Nils told her. “I want to see your beautiful eyes when you come.”

At his words, Nicole’s cunt fluttered. Her eyes squeezed shut. Her cunt clamped on Nils’ cock. “Oh, oh, oh,” she groaned, her cunt clamping again and again.

Nils prolonged Nicole’s orgasm by circling the button of her clit with his thumb. When the climax at last abated, Nils said, “Open your eyes now, I’m going to come in you.” This time Nicole obeyed. Her eyes opened. Nils came in her. Nicole came with him. They shuddered together. The table wobbled with each orgasmic jolt.

“That was...” Nicole sighed, her cunt giving Nils’ cock a goodbye squeeze.

“It was,” Nils confirmed. He steered the head of his spent penis to Nicole’s clit for a goodbye kiss.

“So,” he said, helping Nicole from the table, “shall we get dressed and roll this baby out to the road?”

“On second thought,” Nicole said, “I think I’ll keep it.”