What am I writing?

...after which the guy heaved a moan of contentment. 'Aaaaaah.' The girl didn't make a sound, so surprised at the suddeness of it. Eventually, she got up and said--

'WHAT are you writing?!'

'Whu-what?! How long have you been standing there?'

'Long enough! What a disguting story!' Turn around, dress flutter, steps away.

'What do you mean, disgusting? It's perfectly natural!' Chair rattle, pants shuffle.

180 degrees, flying dress, waving arms. 'Natural? IT'S PERFECTLY GROSS! No girl wants to have his guy let loose on her like that!' Angry pointing.

'Some are okay with it, you know! It's not because you don't do it that it means it's bad!!'

Deep blush. 'Why you-- What do you know about my life, anyway?!'

'Well, you never do it with ME! And I'm your BOYFRIEND!'

'I'm not comfortable enough. I told you already!'

Head lolling. Left right. Right left. Small pause. 'Bethany was fine doing it the other day.'

Shrieking voice, tomato face, popping vein. 'Bethany? BETHANY?! You're still seeing that tramp?! AND YOU DID WHAT TO HER?!!'

'YEAH, so I still hang around with Bethany! SO WHAT? She's my CHILDHOOD FRIEND! We're super at ease with each other!'

'TOO MUCH AT EASE is my guess! I can't believe you did that to her! DISGUSTING BASTARD!' Flushed face, dress twirl, quick steps, door slam.

'What the...' Long wait. Slow walk. Chair moving. Sitting down.

Hitting backspace. 'I can't believe it. Even if it's fiction, she's just as uncomforable with farts as ever.'