Mat and Emma were at the coffee shop, sharing a booth, their bagels half eaten, their now almost empty teacups before them, and Mat asked Emma if she’d like a refill. “Sure,” Emma said, and Mat took Emma’s mug to the counter. A moment later he returned and placed the cup on the table. Steam issued up. Mat had an amused smile on his face.

“What’s so funny?” Emma asked.

“The counter guy,” Mat said. “When he handed me the cup he said, ‘Be careful, that’s real hot water.’ Mat shook his head and chuckled.

“I don’t get it,” Emma said.

“Well, he probably meant to say, ‘That’s really hot water.’”

“Oh. Right,” Emma said, a smile breaking out on her face. “Otherwise we’d be talking about fake hot water.”

She took a sip of her tea.

“How is it?” Mat asked.

“Hmm,” Emma said. “What?”

“The tea. I asked if it was—”

“Oh. Right.” Emma smiled. “I guess I was distracted.”

“By what?”

Emma placed her mug of steaming tea back on the table and reached her hand to the front of Mat’s pants.

“When we get home,” she said, squeezing gently but firmly. “I need you to fuck me with your real big cock.”