Clean up

Things finally wind down. Riley lay sprawled across the table, her body glistening with sweat and my cum still streaking her ass. Her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath, her glasses crooked on her flushed face. I never knew she had that kind of hunger inside her. She didn't know either until I pulled it out of her.

She rolled onto her side, looking up at me with dazed eyes. "I... I can't believe I just did that," she whispered, but there was no regret in her voice. Only wonder. "I've never... no one's ever fucked me like that before."

I helped her sit up. Her legs wobbled when she tried to stand, so I steadied her with an arm around her waist. She leaned into me, still trembling from the aftershocks.

"Thank you," she said quietly. "For... for taking control. For not being gentle."

I helped her gather her scattered clothes. Her panties were ruined, soaked through and torn at the seam. She slipped them into her bag anyway. Her bra went on crooked, her tits still marked with my handprints. She didn't bother fixing her hair.

We left the classroom together. The hallway was empty, our footsteps echoing off the lockers. Riley kept close to my side, her hand occasionally brushing mine. She walked with a slight limp, her thighs still sticky.

"I didn't know I needed that," she admitted as we stepped outside into the cool night air. "My boyfriend... he's sweet. But he's never made me feel like that. Like I'm being used. Like I'm just a hole for him to fuck."

She glanced up at me, biting her lip. "Can we... do this again sometime?"

I didn't answer right away. We reached her dorm building and stopped at the entrance. She turned to face me, waiting.

"Maybe," I said finally. "If you keep that key handy."

Her face lit up with a shy smile. She stood on her tiptoes and kissed my cheek before disappearing inside. I watched the door close behind her, then turned and headed back to my own dorm, already thinking about what the next day might bring.