Danica’s Aftermath

The room reeked of sex and sweat. How long had you been there? It couldn’t have been that long. Thing had happened so quickly!

When Danica had sent over her address, both Kami and Jasmine had encouraged you to go over. Neither showed a hint of jealousy, in fact they were eager to have you find another lesbian to be with. Whatever was happening to you didn’t show any signs of stopping. Where would it stop? With every lesbian in the world wanting to be with you? You hoped not. It was a big world and only so much of you to go around.

Kami lent you her SUV, so after you cleaned yourself up, you drove home to get a fresh set of clothes. Your parents had a few questions about where you had been, your dad grinning when you told them that your date had gone really well. Once the grilling ceased, you went straight to Danica’s place.

The bell had hardly stopped ringing when a completely naked Danica threw the door open and pulled you inside, slamming the door behind her. No time for questions, no time did introductions, her mouth was on yours with the hunger of a starving prisoner. Her fingers worked quickly and soon you too were naked. Then off to her bedroom. She threw you on the bed and pounced. Within seconds you could feel her climax on your erection, pausing only for a moment before starting to grind again, screaming your name, commanding you to fuck her.

It was the first time either of you had said anything so far. This wasn’t like it was with Kami or Jasmine. There was no love, no affection found in this sex. This was pure, unbridled lust. It was nothing but desire. Danica needed you, wanted you, but to her you might as well be a sexual implement, not a human being who had wants and desires of your own.

Not that you were complaining, of course.

Your whole life you’d watched women like Danica from a distance. Built to arouse. Sexy woman far beyond your reach. Her profile said she was a teacher. In your mind, fantasies played out of being her student, being held back in class for detention, being alone in the classroom with her, bending her over her desk…

Danica screamed again, her third orgasm since you arrived just minutes before. You reached up and grabbed her sizeable breasts. They felt incredible. Just a couple of days earlier you had never felt a breast. Now you’re holding the third set, the biggest yet. Your life was completely changed, and you liked it.

“I’m getting close!” You said, panting.

“Yes,” she grunted, “give it to me! Fill me up!”

And you did. You didn’t orgasm. You blasted into her. A look of utter joy was on her face as you loosed shot after shot of sperm into the woman you had yet to introduce yourself to.

When you finished, she rolled over and collapsed onto the bed next to you, quivering in pleasure. Her hand was slowly massaging her vagina, an absent look in her eyes.

“Wow,” you said, “that was hot.”

“Mmmmm,” she moaned, “just let me know when you’re ready to go again.”

You chuckled. That had to be some sort of joke.

“It’s going to be a while,” you said, “I need a chance to recharge. Shouldn’t we get to know each other a bit?”

“Why would we do that?” Danica looked at you, confused, “it’s not like we’re going to date or anything.”

“What?”

“Oh, didn’t you see on my profile?” She said, “I’m gay. A lesbian. I like women.”

She reached over and played with your flaccid penis with her free hand.

“But we just had sex!” You said, confused, “you practically molested me!”

“Yes,” she said, closing her eyes for a moment in the memory, “and I’m ready to go again any time you are.”

“You just want sex with me? Nothing else?”

“Why would I want anything else?” She seemed genuinely confused, “You are by far the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I’ll fuck you anywhere, anytime. But the other stuff? I’ve never been into guys! You can’t expect me to change my orientation!”

“Listen,” you said, sitting up, starting to feel uncomfortable with the whole situation, “I’m kind of with these other two women, these other two lesbians, who love me, want me as a person.”

“That’s nice,” Danica moaned. Was she even listening to you?

“And you don’t want that? You don’t want to be in a relationship? You just want sex?”

“Yesssss,” she again moaned, “please more sex.”

You stood up from the bed, moving away from her touch. Her eyes shot open, a desperation in them.

“I can fake it,” she said, crawling toward you, “you’ll never know the difference. I promise. You want me to act like those other sluts? I can be just like them! Just give me more of your penis. You’ve got to fuck me!”

Staring at the sexy older woman begging to be fucked, and remembering the two loving women you had left to come here, your mind was made up.

“No.”

“No?!”

“No,” you said, bending to pick up your underwear, “this isn’t what I want.”

“But,” Danica started to cry, “please!”

“Danica, you are beautiful, but I want more than sex. I want something real. I need something real.”

She began to wail. You knelt down beside the bed and looked her in the eye.

“I’m sorry,” you said, “this isn’t going to work out. Thank-you for the sex. It was amazing. You are amazing. But i don’t want this kind of relationship. I want love.”

It was like a switch went off in her mind. Suddenly Danica stopped crying. Clarity entered her eyes as she looked at you.

“Okay,” she said, “that makes sense. Thank-you for being honest with me. And you’re right, the sex was amazing.”

She crawled off the bed and crossed to her dresser where she pulled out a bra and panties.

“I should probably clean myself up. Can you let yourself out?”

She didn’t wait for an answer, but instead just left the room. You stood up and glanced at the clock. You had only been there thirty five minutes.

“Wow,” you said, getting dressed, wondering if anyone would believe you if you told them about this.