A minor mishap

Nia: You don’t have some chapstick laying around, do ya?

Rina: Heh, upper lips need a little relief too?

Nia: You try sucking dick for almost an hour and see where it gets you.

Rina: If you’re offering~. Nah, but yeah I’ll grab that. And hey, I was, like, neck deep in pussy for over half of that! We were both in the trenches!

Emery: More literal than figurative in your case, heheh.

The three of us sat on the couch chatting. Initially we attempted to go another round, but doggy-style had proved to be catastrophic for Nia’s comfort. I squeezed her thigh with my resting arm, cringing at the memory of her writhing and cursing in pain.

Nia must have been able to tell what was on my mind, because she met my hand and rubbed the fingers with her own.

Nia: S’all good hun. It doesn’t hurt much anymore.

Rina sighed and clenched her hands behind her neck.

Rina: …Again, I’m really sorry. You were taking me so well earlier that I spaced that you’re not used to my size. I totally forgot other positions might fuck it up.

She pulled out her phone and started passively flipping through it.

Rina: Fucking cervix is the bane of my sex life.

Nia: Yeaaah…You and me both right now, sister.

Rina: Ahh umm...haha…yeah, you more than me right now. Sorry.

Nia: Uh huh. Now how bout that chapstick?

Rina smacked her head and grabbed some from a drawer under the table.

Nia: You coulda just told me it was there, hahaha!

Rina: Gah, yep…just spacing on everything tonight.

Rina seemed pretty down about the whole thing from earlier. I guess it wasn’t much of a surprise. The noise Nia made was pretty alarming, not to mention she really looked like she was going to vomit. Rina sounded really guilty when it happened…We needed a distraction.

Emery: Time for some food? That might help.

Rina: Em, you damn wizard. You read my mind. I was legit looking at cooking vids on my phone!

Nia: I’m game too. We got up kinda late, so all I’ve eaten today is a breakfast bar, dinner, and loadsa cum — pun not intended, heh.

Emery: Probably not the most balanced diet…

Rina: Speaking of, I don’t have a lot in the fridge. I bet we could figure something out between the three of us though. I mean, you’re literally majoring in culinary stuff Nia.

Emery: Hmmm, but probably not a good idea to be using knives after working out that much. A few places around here are still open for take-out, let’s just do that.

Nia: Seconded. Cooking sounds waaaaay too motherfuckin’ exhausting.

Rina: Fine, but I’m paying again. I wanna make up for earlier.

Emery: Rina, you don’t have to d-

Nia: Go for it.

Emery: Nia!

Nia: Bro, that shit fucking hurt! Plus if Rina feels like she owes me for that, I’d rather get it over with now. She already doesn’t like messing with favors, and I’m not interested in dragging out her guilt.

Emery: …Alright, fair enough.

Rina: Hell yeah. Now let’s hurry and pick a place, I’m dying over here!

We discussed different options and eventually agreed on a nearby pizza place. They were open for another few hours and had a decent selection on their website, so we decided they would be the best option.

At first we debated sauce and toppings, but Rina vetoed arguing as the buyer and said she would simply get multiple pizzas. She really was keen to spoil us tonight, I just hoped it wasn’t too much out of obligation.

Rina: Alright, I’mma go out on the deck and call in the order. You two cuties hang for a bit.

I had no doubt she was calling them, but she was likely giving us some personal space as well. We hadn’t had any time to really talk tonight, after all.

I took in the barely furnished living room. Bare though it might’ve been, Rina had made an effort to spruce it up for us after our session. She had some sort of thrumming music on at a low volume, and several small devices cast a collection of laser lights across the dim room’s otherwise naked walls.

Emery: Rina’s taste in ambiance isn’t what I expected. Her attitude always made me think her home would be…brighter? This is rather club-eqsue.

Nia: Well she did just move in…

Nia didn’t seem to have much commentary to add. I didn’t want to assume she was in a bad mood, but just in case, I figured it would be best to air my feelings.

Emery: …Sorry if I was being obnoxious about you taking care of yourself earlier. I don’t mean to get on your case. You’re your own person, you can do your own thing.

I wrapped my arm around Nia and pulled her closer to me.

Emery: Must be a downside of being in a long-term relationship while we’re growing up… I remember the Nia living under the thumb of her grandparents; the girl who couldn’t tell her parents anything she wanted. Sometimes I treat you like you’re still that same person… Sorry, maybe the night has made me a little emotional.

She leaned her head on my shoulder and exhaled heavily.

Nia: Yeah, well…you’re not the only one, dummy… My downstairs isn’t the only thing sore right now.

Emery: Do you want to talk about it?

Nia: Yeah…my jaw is really tired too!

Emery: Hahaha, got me with that one! …But, well, let me know if you change your mind. Alright? I’m here for you.

Nia: …Yeah.

I hugged her tighter to try and convey my feelings. She matched me and squeezed as tightly as she could.

Emery: …Either way…I can’t say thank you enough for doing this with me, Nia. You are really, truly, the best girlfriend I could ever imagine.

Nia: …Don’t act like you were the only one enjoying it…but thanks, I love you too.

We sat together like that for a while. It felt like there were so many more things to say, and at the same time it felt like everything went unspoken. So instead we sat, enjoying each other’s company, long enough to start wondering what was taking Rina.

Nia: Why don’t I go check on her? See what the hold up is.

Emery: Sounds good. Make sure she’s doing alright too, if you’re up for it.

Nia: Course.

Now alone, I spread myself over the couch — or as much as I could being the height I am — and let my mind wander as I enjoyed the atmosphere Rina set up for us.