“Thanks.”
“Of course, it helps that you’re really good with it, too.”
We laid in silence for a couple of minutes, as she lightly toyed her fingers over my chest, letting our breathing and heart rates return to normal. “I want more,” she said, “but I know we both need a breather. We’re both soaked in sweat and need a recharge. Plus you’re covered in lube and my ass. Why don’t you shower and I’ll follow you?” I agreed by nodding my head wordlessly, and trudged to the bathroom, turning up the water very hot and soaping and shampooing my sweat and secretion-soaked body twice for good measure. My muscles were surprisingly not too sore, but I knew that might come later. As soon as I exited the bathroom, she quickly passed me into it, stopping only for a sweet peck on the lips and a quick tickle of my abs. I reclined on the bed, still naked, and processed my thoughts as she cleaned up.
I wasn’t upset about any of this, that I knew. Maybe I was pushed into this at first, but it seemed like I was just resisting something inevitable. I didn’t feel guilty, either, since I wasn’t doing anything Theresa hadn’t already done to me. After tonight this would just be a little memory that would fade, and I was glad I got the opportunity to have some sex this great, it had been truly incredible, beyond anything else I had ever had. I didn’t know if that was the drugs talking, but too be honest, I just felt at peace, contented. As I pondered all this while staring at the ceiling, I felt her presence at the foot of the bed, and looked up to see her grinning. “We’ve still got time tonight. I hope you’ve got some energy left for me.” Before I could answer, though, there was a rap at the door. “Ooh, perfect! I ordered room service while you were in the shower.”
She threw on her robe and tossed me mine, and the waiter came in with a tray. As I signed the bill, she pulled the covers off. A couple of sandwiches, veggies, fries, desserts, more Gatorade, and a bottle of wine. “You with the Gatorade,” I observed.
“Helps you replace electrolytes,” she admonished. “Big problem with E.”
“Okay,” I observed, tucking in. We ate happily in silence, naked on the bed, and as I downed my bottle, she opened the wine and poured me a glass.
“This, however, is just about keeping you loose and horny,” she added, handing me a glass.
“I don’t think I’m having a problem there,” I noted, looking down at my half-mast member.
“I know,” she giggled. “I think it’s a chemistry thing with us.” I stopped and stared at her. “What?”
“This thing I’m feeling now,” I began. “The closeness, the crazy wild sexual bond. Is that just the drugs? Because I’ve never done this before, but it feels like more than just that.”
“Maybe a little bit of it,” she acknowledged. “But I’ve done this before with an ex-boyfriend, and one other time with a hookup. And I can tell you neither of those was as intense as this evening has been. I don’t think I’ve ever cum this hard or this often.”
“Thank you.”
“No, thank you. I was secretly afraid that even with this you’d throw me out.”