Clean up

Cleaning up turns into a process.

Alex gets some wet naps, wiping down Ethan’s backside first before the pair try and get all traces of their deed cleaned.

Ethan was no stranger to cleaning up his own cum, but wiping it up off a wall was a first for him. They finish quickly, then adjust themselves before settling into some sort of post-sex dialogue.

“You treat all your friends like that?” Ethan teases, sitting gingerly at Alex’s kitchen table, needing a minute before he heads out.

“Just you,” Alex goes to the fridge, popping it open. “Water? Coke?”

“Coke,” Ethan answers, feeling like he could use some sugar.

Alex returns with two cans, setting one down in front of Ethan before cracking open the second one. “You know I really do have plans…” She sips her drink, taking a seat across from Ethan.

“That your way of kicking me out? No cab fare? Jesus.” Ethan jokes, always feeling pretty confident and playful after blowing a load.

Alex smirks. “Hm, you’re welcome to stay. It would be nice coming home tonight to you waiting naked in my bed.”

The offer is tempting, but Ethan recognizes it as a joke. But still, tempting… Sucking back a mouthful of Coke, Ethan offers a shrug before gulping it down. “Pass.”

“Awww,” Alex pouts, “Oh well, your loss.” She stands up, padding across the floor, taking another sip from her drink. “I gotta get in the shower. Show yourself out?”

Can in hand, Ethan stands up, feeling a little shaky. Moving towards the door, he hears Alex on his tail, and turns to face her.

Wrapping her arms around him, she leans up and kisses him, her supple lips tenderly meeting his. The strawberry taste is present, but weaker, likely having licked it all off during their fun. The kiss is over quickly, Alex releasing Ethan and stepping back. “Don’t worry,” she winks, “I don’t do that with my other friends either.”

“Hope not.” Ethan snorts, feeling his pants get a little tighter.

“Oooo, Would that make you jealous?”

Ethan shrugs slightly. “Maybe.”

Alex gives him a knowing smirk, then turns on her heel. “See ya around, ‘friend’.”

Ethan watches her leave, his eyes locked on her shapely rear. “Bye…”

Shaking it off, feeling his head clouding. Ethan exits the house, chugging down the rest of the cold beverage before he actually finds himself waiting in her bed.