Aftercare

We both sit down on the edge of Tom's bed. After a deep breath, he says "Damn... You're weren't kidding, Goddess."

"I don't have a habit of lying."

"Heh. Never said you did, Goddess."

"You can drop the Goddess thing now."

"Okay."

"You good?"

"Yeah. I'm... great actually."

"Cool. Didn't push you too far into the deep end?"

"No, not at all."

"Good to know."

"You think we should have a safeword?"

"Fugazi."

"Fugazi?"

"May as well make it something memorable, right?"

"True. Guess no one's going to shout fugazi during sex, right?"

"That's why I picked it."

"Right. So what now?"

"I might wash up. Do you want a drink?"

"Yeah a glass of water would be nice."

"Sure."

I stand up and head for the door. As I turn the doorknob, Tom says "Don't forget to wash your finger first."

"I won't."

Once I chuckle my way to the bathroom, I wash my hands and then head to the kitchen. After pouring the water, I grab a can of White Claw for myself before heading back to Tom, who thanks me for the drink.

After a sip from his glass, Tom says "You know you're right about me needing to become more mature."

I wrap my arm around his shoulder. "One step at a time pal. How about we chill out on the beach?"

"Sounds like a plan."