Wow! I wasn't expecting this story to be received so well. Thank you all for reading the first part of the story. The positive response has certainly been a surprise. I’d like to address a few things since I've received several PM’s with questions.
First of all, I’d like to reiterate that this is fiction. The parts based on reality are Felix’s past. His experiences and life very closely mirror my own. That means all the health issues and flashbacks are true, while the encounters with Clara and the other girls are entirely fictional.
The latest chapter ended up a lot longer than expected, so I broke it into two separate parts. Part 3 is over half finished so it should be out fairly soon.
Well, I've said enough. Once again, feel free to leave comments and enjoy the story.
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Chapter 2: The Morning After
Saturday morning I awoke early, as usual. That was about the only thing about the morning that was usual. If it hadn't been for my current circumstances, I would've definitely chalked up my memories from the previous night to a dream of fantasy. But since I was naked, felt a woman’s body pressed up against my side, had the same woman’s arm draped across my chest, and the both of us reeked of sweat and sex, I was fairly confident that the memories were not merely remnants of a dream. I turned my head to see Clara, my new girlfriend, still sleeping peacefully on her side.
The look on her face wasn't the typical sleeping beauty from the movies, but to me she looked gorgeous. As I gently brushed a stray strand of her red hair back behind her ear, I realized that I had no idea how long she would sleep. According to her, she normally woke up at half-past seven, but I didn't know if sex the previous night would alter that timeline. Rather than stay in bed and risk waking her, I figured it would be better to get up.
I kissed her on the nose and, as carefully as possible, slipped out from under her arm. The moment I got my feet on the floor, my body was filled with pain. I stifled a groan as best I could. I was sore. Not just a little sore, not even merely achy. My legs and torso seemed to scream in agony as I rose to my feet. I let out an involuntary moan, “Fuck.”
After unloading an entire moving van the previous day and losing my virginity, my muscles were beyond sore. I needed to stretch or I was going to cramp up. I stumbled over to my dresser to get a pair of boxers. Clara was the one who had actually organized my clothes while helping unpack. After a few wrong drawers, I decided to put on my boxers from last night. I’d only put them on after my shower, and Clara had removed them before we got too into things. So I figured they were clean enough.
But now, it was time to stretch. Normally I was pretty flexible. I could touch my toes when my feet were together and rest my palms flat on the ground with my feet apart. This morning, I barely got to my shins before my hamstrings felt like they were about to snap, so I just held the pose. Given that I had my ass up in the air and my face contorted in pain, I was glad that Clara was still asleep.
I finished my bending, back, and shoulder stretches and moved to sit on the floor to finish with my legs. As I started with the hurdlers stretch, a light blue piece of clothing caught my eye. It was the bra that had caused so much frustration the previous night. It’d taken me over a minute to figure out how to get if off and free her soft breasts. I picked the bra up and examined it as I continued to stretch. There was a small tag labeled 34C. I had no idea what the number meant, to be fair I wasn't sure how many guys would know, but the C part was something I could understand.
I looked at the back of the bra and inspected the clasp. “That’s cheating,” I accused in a whisper. There wasn't just one clasp on this bra but two! I hadn't even known they made bras with multiple hooks. I felt a little better at my clumsiness last night, but I still felt I should try and improve my performance. As I continued to stretch, I practiced fastening and unfastening the bra. After a while I tried it with my eyes closed. Slowly but surely, I improved.
A bit before 8 o’clock, I heard the sheets rustling. I looked up to see Clara sitting up with her eyes open. Her hair was mussed about and it seemed she was still more than a little groggy. Still, I couldn't help but smile. “Good morning, beautiful. How’d you sleep?”
“Oh God! Like a baby,” she sighed. “I haven’t slept that well in months. ” Clara noticed her bra in my hand. “So, what’re you doing down there.”
“Oh you know, stretching.”
“Not that, smartass," she laughed, "the bra.”
“Oh, you mean that. I'm practicing." I said. "You know, I've never heard of a bra that has more than one hook. Why do you have a bra that with two?”
“It was on sale?” she shrugged.
“I’ll let it pass,” I scoffed. “For all I know they make these specially to frustrate men.”
“How about this,” Clara smiled. “I promise to only buy bras that have one clasp in the future.”
“What?” I asked in mock frustration. “You mean I practiced for nothing!”
“I could try to find some that have three…”
“Well now you’re just being mean.”
Chuckling, Clara got to her feet. I took a long moment to appreciate her full, naked beauty. I struggled to understand how this sexy fox had not only agreed to date me, but taken me to bed with her the same night I'd asked her out. However, not only had she agreed to go out with me, she’d pretty much forced my hand. Yesterday afternoon, she’d more than encouraged me to ask her out by wearing only a towel, but now she wasn't wearing even that much.
Clara’s head of red hair may have been a mess, but that did nothing to diminish her beauty. If anything, her wild hair gave her an exotic look that I would've never imagined possible. Her skin was so fair it seemed to glow in the morning light. Her facial complexion was completely flawless other than a few ‘summer sun’ freckles. Since I didn't see any makeup smears from the night’s sleep, it seemed she wasn’t covering up her flaws. They simply didn't exist. My eyes dropped to her chest.
God they were perfect! Her pert breasts hung suspended without an inch of sag. Each breast had a light pink circle a bit smaller than a half-dollar coin. Her nipples were already partially erect from the morning air, forming tasty looking nubs the size of dimes. My mind wandered back to the previous night when I’d licked, sucked, and nibbled them until she’d squealed in ecstasy. The mere thought coupled with the view of this perfect woman woke another part of me that I’d thought was still satisfied from the previous night. I wasn't fully aroused, but I was definitely on the way.
When she noticed my eyes drop further towards her pussy, she interrupted, “Hey,” I was busted. “My tits are up here.”
God this woman was amazing!
“Sorry,” I said, chagrined. “They didn't tell me that my apartment came with such an amazing view.”
“And you didn't even have to pay extra for it.” She bent over to retrieve her bra from my grasp, treating me to a wonderful sight. Instead of putting her bra back on, Clara grinned and tossed it across the room. “I don’t think I need that right now, do you?” Any doubts I might have had about getting it back up, proved to be unfounded as my boxers, loose and comfortable as they normally were, started to get cramped as my erection sprang into life.
“Need help getting up?”
“I’m pretty sure you already made sure I could get it up- Oh, you mean stand up.” I put on my goofiest face. “Whoops, I’m so embarrassed.” I took her outstretched hand and got to my feet.
“Come here, you.” She pulled me in for a quick kiss. “Don’t ever stop being a goofball.”
“I am not a poof ball,” I muttered indignantly, earning myself a playful shove.
“Well, we’ve got a bit over two hours before Abbie and Sophie show up,” she said glancing at my alarm clock. “What’s for breakfast?”
“I just moved in, there’s not a whole lot to choose from.” I started listing off the breakfast menu. “The eggs were marked fragile so they were broken by the moving company.” That earned me an eye roll. “There’s bread with toast potential. I have butter and peanut butter, but no jelly of any kind. There’s cereal, but I don’t have any milk.”
“Cereal without milk isn’t bad.” Clara remarked.
“Cereal without milk? What are we, neanderthals?”
“Just think about it like eating naked cereal,” she grinned.
“Naked cereal it is.” I agreed quickly. “Is clothing optional?”
“It’d better be. I usually don’t get dressed until after I shower.”
“Oh, that’s too bad. I hear the shower here only has cold water. I can’t let you take a cold shower. So I guess you'll have to stay naked today.” I smiled apologetically.
“Easy, Tiger,” Clara grinned at me. “I don’t think we want to be naked when our friends get here. Plus,” she added, “if it’s too cold I’ll just need someone to help me keep warm.”
“Well then, I hope they didn't fix it.”
“That’s enough out of you, Mr. Lyram. I’m hungry and you’re just enjoying your apartment’s ‘view.’” With that she walked out to the kitchen giving me a great view of her ass.
“Yes, Miss Evans, and what a wonderful view it is.” I said watching her hips (well, more her ass really) sway from side to side as I followed her to the kitchen. There were still a great number of cardboard boxes lying about. Some boxes were unopened, others empty, and the rest were somewhere in between. “I hope the cereal got unpacked. I was actually looking forward to naked cereal.”
That earned me a halfhearted glare that lost its power when she failed to maintain a stern face. “I unpacked most of the kitchen boxes, but I saw Sophie putting away cereal boxes.” She opened a few cupboard doors. Then, with a cry of exultation she said, “I knew she put them over here. Let’s see what we've got- what the hell is this?”
“What’s wrong?”
“You call this stuff cereal?” She accused. “Raisin bran? Cheerios?”
“Hey I've been trying to lose weight for years,” I pointed out, “Last I checked, Cap’n Crunch isn't the best way to maintain a diet.”
She let out a huff and went back to searching. “Ah, here we are, Cinnamon Toast Crunch. Part of a balanced breakfast.” Clara teased.
“Balanced, my ass.” I laughed. “Do you know how much sugar is in there? In order to ‘balance’ that breakfast, you’d need a bucket of fiber and an acrobat on a tightrope!”
“Alright, then smartass. You can have your naked Raisin Bran while I enjoy the taste you can see.” She took out a bowl and sat at the table to pour her breakfast.
“I think I’ll go with cheerios,” I grimaced. The thought of raisin bran without milk certainly wasn't a pleasant one. I poured myself a bowl of cheerios, and after grabbing the jar of peanut butter, I sat next to her at the dining room table.
“What’s the peanut butter for?” Clara asked.
“It’s a good way to get protein. Well, at least when I’m feeling lazy.” I said. I took a spoonful from the jar and screwed the lid back on tight. “So, about last night…”
I knew that it was both a conversation we needed to have and one that could be incredibly awkward, but I had to make sure she was okay with what had happened.
“What about it?” She said through a mouthful of cereal. “From what I could tell, you seemed to enjoy it.”
“I did,” I said, “Oh, God, I definitely did.”
“But…” Clara prompted.
“But I can’t help but feel we rushed into things.” Clara almost choked on a mouthful of cereal as she laughed. “What?”
“Rushed into things?” She exclaimed after she swallowed. “I've been single for almost two years. That’s nearly two whole years of waiting for you to ask me out!” Now it was my turn to be stunned as she continued, “And you feel like we’re rushing things?”
“Clara, I just thought-”
“As far as I’m concerned,” she interrupted, “We’re just making up for lost time.”
The significance of what she’d said hit me as I realized, “You were waiting for me to ask you out? Waiting for two years?”
“Yep,” She said through a mouth of Cinnamon Toast Crunch. “And if you’d waited much longer, I thought I was going to have to ask you out.”
“Why didn’t you?”
“Because of what happened to you during high school.”
“Yeah…” The memory of my first and only prior relationship was a bitter pill to swallow.
Risha and I had been in freshman algebra together. High school had been a rough period for me. With my Tourette’s, my anxiety, and depression, I had a miserable time of it. Add to that a teenager’s hormonal fluctuations, and you get an emotional wreck. Risha had been a nice girl. She had empathy in abundance and felt bad for me. She had a different group of friends than I did, but we still talked on occasion. In the fall of my sophomore year, Risha defied the social norm and asked me out.
I’m still not sure what her motivations were in asking me out. She didn't seem that interested in me as a boyfriend, but she treated me decently enough. Whether she asked me out of pity, or as a challenge from her friends, I have no idea. Whatever the reason, the ‘relationship’ brought me nothing but grief.
I agreed to go out with her more out of politeness than actual interest, so it was probably doomed from the get-go. While I was flattered that she would ask me out, I had enough going on in my life. Add to that the frequent ridicule I received from most of my classmates about the girl asking the guy out and the fact that her friends treated me like a joke, and you have a relationship that was more stressful than any other in the school.
We didn't have chemistry and I was uncomfortable talking with her about anything personal. Needless to say, it didn't work out. (I know, right? How could the two of us not have fallen in love…) She broke up with me before that year’s halloween party because a linebacker had asked her to go with him.
Most teens in this situation would've been humiliated by their ex getting starting a new relationship the same day as the break up, but I was actually relieved. Being in an awkward, apathetic relationship was an unpleasant situation to say the least. After an event like that, I was in no hurry to get into the dating scene. That is until yesterday.
“Yeah…” I said again, with a grimace that expressed more than my words could, “Not the best memories.” We finished eating in an awkward silence. By the time I’d finished my bowl of cereal, Clara was already done with hers. I'd had enough of the silence.
I took her hand in mine and looked her seriously in the eye. “Thank you.”
“For what?” Clara asked.
“Thanks for waiting. I know I’m not the most observant guy, and I’m definitely not smooth with the ladies.” I smiled at my own self deprecation. “But I don’t know if anything could’ve made me happier than I am right now.” I leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead as she suddenly shivered. Probably cold from being naked, I figured.
“I- I,” Clara stuttered. I was amazed to see how red her face got as she blushed. She took a deep breath, swallowed, and said, “Thank you, Felix.”
“You know, you’re supposed to say ‘you’re welcome’ when someone else thanks you,” I laughed in an effort to break the tension.
She gave a wry smile and said, “I suppose, but you’re definitely wrong about one thing.”
“What’s that?”
“You are definitely a smooth talker. Jesus, you've got me quivering in excitement right now!”
“What? I thought you were just cold. You are naked after all,” I pointed out.
“Cold?” She said with raised eyebrows, “you have me so hot and bothered right now. I'm so wet that we'll probably need a towel to dry off my chair!”
“Well, I guess you just bring out the best in me.”
“Jesus, I’m horny right now.” She groaned.
“Yesterday, I took a cold shower when you got me all turned on,” I shrugged.
Clara thought about it for a bit, “A shower sounds like a good idea, but not a cold one.” With that she headed towards the bathroom. She paused at the hallway and turned back to look at me, “I might need some help washing my back. That is, if you’re interested," she winked seductively.
I swear, I moved so quickly that I almost beat her to the bathroom. What can I say, I was motivated.
“Easy, Tiger,” she said laughing. “I wasn't going to lock you out.”
“I wasn't going to take that chance. I mean, have you seen you? You look amazing!” I said with an enormous shit-eating grin.
“Thanks,” she said as she turned on the shower. “Alright, we have about an hour and a half before Abbie and Sophie get here to help us unpack, that means we have an hour to fool around, and the rest for me to pretty myself up.”
“Pretty yourself up? How do you improve on perfection?”
“Okay,” she laughed, “That one was more obvious than smooth.”
“Yeah,” I had to agree with that, “but that doesn't mean I don’t think it’s true.”
“Nice save,” said Clara. “Maybe we should start out by seeing what you’re packing in here?” When she pulled my boxers to my ankles, she actually licked her lips. Holy shit, that was hot! She moved her face closer and closer until I could literally feel her breathing on my shaft. My breath quickened in anticipation.
Then Clara stood up, turned around, and tested the water temperature.
“Fuck…” I groaned. “You're such a tease.”
“Oh c'mon,” she laughed, “that was funny!”
“It won’t be funny if I’m like this when our friends get here.” I protested.
“Relax,” she said as she pulled me towards the shower. “We have over an hour, and I want to make sure we can use all of it. Now get in here,” she all but commanded.
Who was I to disobey this naked, redheaded beauty? I let her pull me towards, and into, the shower. It was a little tight with the both of us in such a small space, but luckily, we didn't want separate by more than a couple inches at a time. My hands roamed, grasped, pinched, and groped all over Clara’s body, and hers over mine. The water streamed over us both, leaving us soaking wet, but neither of us truly cared.
Our kisses were accompanied by moans of pure lust. Last night when I’d kissed her all over, I had been careful not to leave any evidence, but today neither of us held back. I wouldn't be surprised if we were both covered in hickeys when we toweled off. I kissed down her neck causing Clara to lean her head back and let out a throaty groan, almost a growl, of desire. She grabbed my face in her hands and kissed me even harder than before.
Until that moment, I’d never understood the term ‘sucking face,’ but that seemed to be the most accurate way to describe the way we were kissing. We were so aggressive, so fierce, so primal, that the word ‘kiss’ was far too tender a term.
My eyes shot open with a jolt. Clara had her hand wrapped around my hard cock. As she firmly pumped her hand up and down the shaft, I broke our kiss and let out a moan of pleasure.
“Fuck, Clara, that feels so good.” I closed my eyes. My mind went blank as it enjoyed the sensations caused by her hand. You know how you lose track of time, or even what or who’s around you when you’re so involved in an activity? Yeah, this is one of those times, but I didn't have to do anything at the moment, so I just let it happen.
After what might have been a minute or half an hour later, I opened my eyes to look at her. She was staring right back at me. “Ready for the next step, Tiger?”
“Well, duh,” I gasped. My voice was more than a little shaky.
“Alrighty then, let’s swap places.” She said with a laugh. Dear God, have I mentioned how hot her laugh is? “I don’t want to drown while I swallow that cock of yours.”
“I don’t want you to drown at any other time,” I acknowledged. We pivoted in place, my back now to the water leaving Clara pretty well sheltered from the spray. I was a little worried as she dropped to her knees that the shower floor might be more than a little uncomfortable for her, but she seemed to be okay. Hell, I wasn't going to stop her if she was okay with it!
And, wow, did she get to it with enthusiasm. Last night, she’d been slow and deliberate, but this morning she attacked my hardened prick in such a frenzied manner that I had a hard time believing this was really her. Clara’s hand worked furiously between her legs as she continued to suck me off.It was almost like she was trying to devour me, but that only made the experience more erotic. The immense pleasure forced a moan from my lips.
I tried to ignore the sounds I made. They sounded just as stupid to me as they had the previous night. But, just as it had before, they only seemed to encourage Clara who carried on even more wildly. This led to more sounds of pleasure from me, which in turn led to even more intensity. And so on, and so on.
After only a few minutes, I was panting heavily. “Clara,” I gasped, “I think I’m gonna cum.”
I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed when she took me out of her mouth, but she wrapped her fingers around the shaft and began pumping furiously. With a sultry smile, she asked, “You know the slogan for the ‘naked cereal’ that I had for breakfast?”
“The taste you can see, right?” I guessed.
“Exactly,” her smile grew, “And since I didn't have any milk with the cereal, I’ll have some on the slogan.”
I took a moment, trying to figure out what the hell she was talking about, but in my defense I was more than a little distracted by the sensation of her hand as it worked up and down at such a perfect rhythm. “Okay, I give up,” I confessed.
“I want you to shoot your milk on ‘The tits you can see.’” Clara smirked.
That definitely got a laugh out of me. "God that joke is terrible!" I continued to laugh hard.
Now, for those of you who are unfamiliar with the male orgasm. (Hey there might be a few of you ladies reading this…) Men are much more likely to cum when they’re tense. That's the main cause of premature ejaculation. It's also why the guys in pornos are always breathing as deeply as possible, to try and relax. It’s hard to stay relaxed when you’re loins are on fire with lust, but if you can, it helps you last longer. Needless to say, laughing doesn't help you hold out, quite the opposite in fact.
Before long my orgasm began. I shot spurt after spurt of cum all over her chest. One or two of the stronger strands landed on her face as she knelt there smiling at me. My face was frozen between a laugh and an ‘O.’ Given how stupid a face I must've been making, I was glad that there were no cameras in the shower, or even a mirror for that matter. Clara was there however, and after I finished cumming, her smile turned into a laugh.
In my orgasmic bliss, I didn't care. It had easily been the most intense I’d ever experienced. “Holy,” I panted, trying to catch my breath, “Shit!” My legs felt weak, and I was a little worried I might fall. “Fuck, that was amazing!” I exclaimed after I got my breath back.
Clara stopped laughing and smiled at me in a way that I hoped she always would. “You like that one, Tiger?” I could only nod as I leaned against the shower wall for support. “I’m glad, but lets see how good that ‘milk’ of yours is.” Even though I was shielding her from most of the shower’s spray, the evidence was starting to get washed away. Using two fingers, Clara brought a big glob of semen up to her lips and sucked them clean. She moaned in pleasure at the taste.
“Is it actually good?” I asked stupidly.
“Actually, it’s a bit like salty buttermilk,” she admitted with a guilty smile.
“Ugh, that figures,” I said with a grimace. “I knew it couldn't taste like ice cream.”
“But it’s yours, so I enjoy eating it.”
Just like the previous night, I wanted so much to tell her that I loved her. Everything she said got me so churned up inside. The way she moved, the way she acted and behaved; all of it just made me love her more. I literally had to bite my tongue to remind myself it was too soon to tell her.
When I finally decided I could trust myself I offered her my hand and asked, “Need help getting up?”
“Ooh,” her eyes lit up as she took my hand and got to her feet. “Such a gentleman.” As she stood, my still mostly hard dick brushed against her stomach. “Looks like someone still isn’t satisfied, though. What should we do about that?”
“I might be able to think of something,” I said as I pushed her back against the shower wall with a boldness that even I hadn't expected. I pushed my lips to hers and kissed her hard. Her eyes widened in surprise at first, but they quickly glazed over from the lust that we both shared.
Once again, we were sucking face. Moans echoed throughout the bathroom as I kissed her so fiercely that it would probably have been considered violent if she hadn't returned the kiss even more forcefully.
Finally, I had to break away to breathe. Taking advantage of the opportunity Clara asked, “So how do you want to do this? It’s a little cramped in here, after all.”
“Lets see if my weight lifting paid off.” She squealed as I grabbed her waist and lifted her into the air. She seemed to realize what I had in mind and wrapped her legs loosely around my waist as I entered her. She wiggled her hips as she worked her way down my cock until her pubic mound was mashed up against my pelvis.
“Fuck, you fill me up!” she cried out, nearly shouting. She put her arms over my shoulders as I put mine on her ass to help hold her up. Jesus, she was light. I’d put on a significant amount of muscle over the past couple years, but even so, she felt like she weighed nothing at all! I started to thrust into her as we kissed again. The kiss was less fierce than before but still just as passionate.
Clara’s head leaned back. I tried to follow, but my neck couldn't stretch far enough.Her eyes were closed as her mouth worked, trying to form words that never made it past her lips. All that came out was a long, lewd moan.
Her eyes fluttered open and her gaze bored into mine, “You know- oh God!” she interrupted herself from the sheer pleasure. “For years, this has been a- Fuck! Oh shit that’s good!” She was gasping for breath. “It’s been a fantasy of mine.”
“Which part?” I grunted. “The shower? The position?”
“No, not that,” she almost whimpered. “That isn't what I've been dreaming about all these years.” She paused as she buried her face in my shoulder as she tried to muffle a particularly loud shriek.
“Then what?”
“You, Felix. It was- Jesus Christ, that’s good!” She shouted before once more looking at me with those beautiful green eyes. “Felix, it was you that I've been dreaming about.”
I leaned in to kiss her but she broke away after less than ten seconds.
“Sorry, Felix,” I noted that she was no longer using her pet name for me. “As much as I want to kiss you right now, I need-” Her mouth froze as she gasped for air, “I need to breathe more.”
Now, I might consider myself mostly clueless when it comes to women, but even I got the hint that she was close to her orgasm. I put all my effort into pounding into her as fast as I could. I lifted her up slightly after each thrust before slamming her back down onto my cock. I wasn't close to cumming yet, so I let loose and fucked her as wildly as I could. It seemed to be working as Clara’s moans rose in volume and pitch. Her entire body writhed in ecstasy. Her fingers clawed at my back, her nails dug into me, scratching long furrows across my back and shoulder blades.
“O God, I’m close!” she cried. “Fuck, Felix, I’m almost there.” Somehow I increased my pace once again. I was pumping in and out of her pussy like a maniac, and it was that last bit of effort set her off.
“God, Felix, I'm- I'm CUMMMIIIIIINGG!!!” Clara screamed. As she came, her pussy clamped down on me and started to spasm. Damn that felt amazing, but even more amazing was the look on her face. Her mouth was wide open and her eyes were rolled back as far as they could go. Her words came out so frantically, that I couldn't understand half of her ravings. The parts I did comprehend were laced with words, phrases, and profanities that would make a sailor blush, but hearing them just made me smile.
Clara arched her back as spasms continued to wrack her body. I was actually worried that I might drop her the way she was shaking, so I took up a much slower pace. As slowly as I could, I pulled as far out of her vagina until just the tip remained. Then without warning, I dropped her back down on my full length. I repeated this process several times, and each time, she let out an animalistic cry of pure lust. Her vaginal muscles squeezed my cock, trying to induce an orgasm that wouldn't come.
That was okay with me. The cries of ecstasy. The look of pure rapture on her face. Each was evidence of the pleasure I’d given her. Her whole body was convulsing for over two minutes before she went limp in my arms. I watched her chest heave as she tried to regain her breath.
“You alright?” I asked with as smirk. She didn't answer right away, so I gently thrusted myself further inside her.
“Please,” Clara whimpered, “No more. Please, I can’t take any more.” I started to lower her back to the ground. “No!” she cried, startling me. “Don’t put me down, I don’t think I can stand yet! Dear God, my legs feel like jelly right now.”
“I think the counter jinx is ‘unjellify,’” I teased.
She laughed quietly as she hugged me closely, “That's from 'A Very Potter Musical' right?" I nodded. "Well, if we’re making Harry Potter jokes, then I’d like to point out that you sure know how to use your magic wand.”
“Hey, I can only hope to get better with practice.”
She pressed her head up against my chest and sighed, “Considering that was only your second time, and you gave me the biggest orgasm that I’ve ever had…” Her words trailed off as she pressed the side of her face against my shoulder.
“Really?” I asked giving her a dubious look. “That was the biggest one you’ve had?”
“Oh God, yes.” She muttered almost inaudibly. “Thank you, Felix.”
Was she being serious? I wondered. Not that I didn’t want to believe her, it was the exact opposite. Every guy wanted to believe that I had given his girlfriend the greatest pleasure she’d ever experienced, but I was new to this. How could I have given her the best orgasm of her life? Should I call her out on it? Yeah, that wouldn’t open a can of worms that I’d have to deal with for the rest of our relationship. In the end I decided it would be best to take her at her word. Some day I’d ask if it was the truth, but not today.
“No problem,” I laughed awkwardly.
“You can put me down,” she said after a minute or two. “I think I can stand on my own now,” As I lowered her back to the floor, she noticed I was still rock hard. “Holy shit, Felix! Don’t tell me you didn’t finish!”
My sheepish grin told her everything she needed to know. “Well, lets take care of that quick, and wash up. Sophie and Abbie should be here in a little while.”
As if on cue the doorbell rang.
