The coupled embraced and they had hot, but moist sex all night. They had actually one of the steamiest nights of their relationship; its better counterpart would only have been the night Marty turned into a frog.
They climaxed together.
Both fell on the bed gasping trying to catch their breath. Marty stretched his arms and took a look at his skin and hands; Rachel noticed how happy he looked.
“What is it, hun?”
“I thought I’d turn too” he confessed. “I thought that somehow I’d turn into a frogman, but I didn’t. Thank God, I didn’t become so disgusting again!”
“I don’t understand!”
“I didn’t want to become a frog again!”
“Are you saying I am disgusting?” she said.
“When I was a frog I was pretty disgusting I think…”
“I didn’t think of you disgusting when I had sex with you like that” she said nervously followed by a sudden croak. Rachel got up and sat just like a frog on the mattress looking at Marty. “Am I disgusting you?”
“Rachel, you’re green and you’ll use that tongue to eat flies and roaches that is pretty disgusting! let's be honest, you're an amphibian freak!"
Rachel hopped out of the bed with a frown giving her back to him.
“Hun, you’re mad now. C’mon…”