I nod.
He presses his fingers against the top of my pussy, and I start convulsing. “Dylan.Dylan!Oh my god!”
He slows down his pace. “Does that feel good?”
I don’t answer; instead, he starts rubbing harder and faster.
“Come for me, Ce,” he whispers. This time, I’m too lost to snap out of this haze. He works his fingers so fast I cannot keep up. “Come for me.”
His command surprisingly sends me over the edge. I start coming for him. And it feels like not only my body has been splitopen, but so has my heart. I grind against his rough hits, and I feel lightheaded. I start panting as warmth blooms between my legs, and his pace slows down. For a moment, he pants above me, and then he rubs my hair out of my eyes.
“You okay?” he asks.
I nod, wondering why that’s the first thing he’s saying. He’s not telling me how it was or if it was good or anything other thanyou okay?Why wouldn’t I be?
“Is it okay that I came in you?” he asks. I feel him pull out of me, and it’s an entirely new sensation. Then my vagina starts leaking onto my bed.
What the hell? It’s a fricking mess. I stare down at my blanket, not answering him.
“Do you have a towel or paper towels in here?” he asks, glancing around my bedroom.
I point out the door. “Bathroom is that way.”
He says, “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”
The moment he slips away, I’m left waiting in the same position, and it feels like an awkward morning-after situation. I’ve had sex before, but I didn’t know it got this messy. I glance down, and semen is leaking out of me. What the actual hell? It doesn’t just stay up there?
He walks back in and shuts the door. “Fuck. I can’t believe I came in you.” He starts wiping me gently. “Are you okay? Are you mad at me?”
I watch him clean me up. “I’m not… mad.” Once the majority is cleaned up, I take over. “Not mad, just… never mind.”
“What?” he asks.
I shrug. “I didn’t know it got that messy. I thought it stayed up there. And I didn’t know…”
He’s waiting for me to continue. I glance down at his hard dick between his legs.
“I didn’t know I could orgasm like that during sex.”
He says, “That was my first time too.”
“Really?” I ask, surprised.
He nods.
I smile shyly, searching for my clothes. “This is going to be fun.”
“What is?” he asks, fixing his boxers by flipping them right side out.
“Having sex with a friend. No strings attached. Experimenting.”
He watches me put clothes on. “Are you going to make those morning shots for me and the guys tomorrow?”
I nod. “Bright and early.”
“That’s in a few hours,” he mutters, so I glance at the clock.
“Shit!”
