The story follows a young couple, Debbie and her asexual boyfriend Andrey.
The bedroom was decorated quite nicely, with elegant lace doilies and pink fabrics on the furniture, Debbie’s long row of perfumes, drawers with clothes and Andrey’s PS5 under the TV. Covering one wall of the room was a vertically striped wallpaper in purple, white, gray, and black where the sequence repeated ad infinitum. In the center, as the main piece, was the bed on which the two slept peacefully. During the night, Andrey disturbed the covers a bit - he had always had an irritable sleep - but it had never been a problem worth mentioning.
Debbie had an average physique, was five feet and three inches tall, her hair was hazelnut colored and reached her shoulders. Her expression was generally halfway between carefree and serene.
Andrey was instead six feet tall, but somewhat stocky. In his adolescence, he had gone to the gym for a while, which had widened his chest and strengthened his arms. His face allowed him the enviable characteristic of looking good at any level of beard growth: without one he had a sweet and childish look, but with it he could be mistaken for a little thug who had seen who knows what. His voice was adult though with softened edges.
Andrey and Debbie were a quiet couple, known to everyone in the neighborhood, and were all in all a welcome and discreet presence. There were no scandals about them, nor were there any involvements in dubious activities. Furthermore, the sensible, albeit emotional, way in which the two communicated hinted at a certain mental stability.
Debbie suddenly opened her eyes and their bedroom appeared to her, all enveloped in darkness.
She recognized the blue LEDs of the TV on standby and the orange ones of the PS5. On her side, under a pile of blankets, was her boyfriend.
She licked her lips for a moment, then delicately let her arm reach her husband’s side, who reacted with a leap, moving away from Debbie’s hand. However, she did not give up, extending her hand further onto his chest, which was warm and strong. At that point, he pushed her away with his arm, putting the distance between the two back.
“Deb, no,” he mumbled, his voice muffled by sleep, struggling even further.
“You know I can’t,” he continued. “I don’t like these things.”
“We haven’t even tried it,” she said.
“And if you find out that …?”
“We haven’t even tried oysters with chocolate syrup, but we already know we won’t like it.”
Debbie sighed sadly, but accepted defeat. Then she closed her arms and crossed them under her chest like a child.
Andrey somehow perceived her mood and quickly returned to his normal position. Later, it was he who reached out to violate his girlfriend’s personal space: with the back of his hand, he began to caress her face, but did not touch anything else.
“Come on, Deb, don’t take it personally,” he whispered in his softest tone.
“You know I love you.” His hand, much larger than Debbie’s, was now behind her ear and about to reach the back of her neck.
“I don’t need it, and if you think about it, neither do you. What do you say we go back to sleep? Holding hands while we rest is the most beautiful thing in the world.”
Debbie didn’t even answer that. She was still sulking and staring into space. Suddenly she too pushed her husband’s hand away, but with a much more violent gesture.
She grabbed the blankets and arranged them in a triangle, then got out of bed.
Two twin bedside tables were at the sides of the bed, one each, supporting the bedside lamps. Debbie opened the last drawer of hers and took out the vibrator. Andrey didn’t see what she took, but he already knew. Then Debbie got up and walked quickly to the door.
“If you change your mind,” she said as she had the handle in her hand.
“I’ll be in the living room.”
But of course, even that night, Andrey wouldn’t have joined her.
In the living room, Debbie stumbled upon one of Andrey’s playing cards, the Ace of Hearts. She took it off her slipper and positioned herself on the couch. Then she turned on the vibrator…

The event was now in the past, it was a beautiful morning between spring and summer and the warm temperature was starting to be felt. Andrey’s playstation was also in the mix: he had started playing at eight in the morning. He was perched on their bed staring at the screen.
In recent days, moreover, Debbie had begun to behave strangely: when changing clothes, she did so right in front of the bed with a sensual and flirtatious manner, she had stopped closing the bathroom door and when she ate, she made strange moans. Moreover, in bed she started turning her back to him, pushing her butt back.
That morning their room was very well lit and Andrey was winning one game after another in an online shooting game.
It was almost noon and lunch would be ready shortly.
Suddenly, in the middle of his killing spree, Andrey heard Debbie’s voice.
“How’s it going?” she asked him.
“I’m winning.”
Debbie was dressed minimally: a white lace bra and quite thin and transparent shorts.
“I see,” she said slowly, bringing a finger to her lips.
“Do you mind if I watch you play?”
“Do as you please.”
Andrey was in his place at the head of the bed, just as he should be.
Debbie, on the other hand, lay down in reverse, so that she could get closer to the screen.
In that position, not only did she turn her back to Andrey, but she gave him the power to see the back of the girl. If he had wanted to, of course.
Instead, he didn’t even give her a glance. He seemed too caught up in that game, only he and four other players were still in the game and he didn’t want to lose. At that point, Debbie sighed slightly and began to spread her legs, but he didn’t even notice. Then she began to rock her hips, pushing them up and down, and in all this had bare legs and shorts that left little to the imagination. She was literally banging her butt in his face.
Andrey couldn’t ignore those movements, and after examining the girl’s bizarre behavior, he asked.
“Do you have a stomach ache? Can I prepare you some hot water?”
For some reason, Debbie felt offended. She turned to him with a furious face. “ARE YOU BLIND?”