Indeed, that's best. Clean up, let her wake up, and then talk about what the fuck just happened.

*~o0o 1 Hour Later o0o~*

"You didn't need to wash all the dishes." Ashley offered quietly.

"Yeah, I did. Your kitchen was a nightmare, and I refuse to cook food in any place where a hostile food abomination has plenty of space to hide." You get a small grin out of her at that, though it seems as **** as the joke was. Ashley woke up about 10 minutes ago to an apartment that was almost unrecognizable. An apartment that had been cleaned. Or at least that had started to be cleaned. While she changed and washed her face, you started looking for food to make, only to realize that there really wasn't anything to cook. Just frozen food and snacks, prompting you to bring over some food from your apartment next door. You making food for Ashley wasn't terribly uncommon, since she had never shown the slightest interest in learning how to actually cook for herself despite living alone. After a short while longer you set down two plates with eggs, bacon, and pancakes. It may've been past breakfast time by now, but it was food you had that was easy to make. And hungry as you were that'd do.

The two of you eat in silence. You aren't quite sure what's bothering Ashley, but she's obviously feeling intensely awkward. Blushing, fidgeting, barely speaking. You'd always been the type to get awkward things over with as soon as possible. Ashley was unfortunately pretty much the opposite. She'd stew and spend all day heming and hawing before ever addressing it. You wait until she finally finishes her food before crossing your arms and staring at her. She immediately blushes a bright red and looks to the side out a window, realizing what was about to go down. She changed into rather nice clothes considering. A short sleeved pink-blouse that seemed to be a size too small. You spared a quick prayer for those brave buttons and the herculean effort they were putting into keeping her chest contained. There was visible cleavage though, with maybe one button too many undone. The short skirt to go with it made it seem deliberate at least. She'd washed up her face and hair best she could in the quick time she'd spent doing so. Her short blonde hair was no longer in a wild bedhead, but wet and straight down to her chin. She'd probably stuck her head under the bathtub faucet to wash the cum out of it quickly.

"So," you start, staring with a look of dry exasperation at the little jump Ashley makes when you speak. "Speaking bluntly- The fuck was all that? Look, I'm not gonna pretend I hated that. That was basically every wet dream I've heard for the last decade realized. But seriously, Ashley, are you taking ****? Because it sure as hell seemed like it." She looks back to you startled, the blush on her face deepening.

"You've... dreamed about me like that?" You narrow your eyes, keeping a straight face though not quite able to fight back the flush of heat on your face. You hadn't really meant to say it like that, maybe a bit too bluntly.

"I'm serious Ashley. Are you on ****?"

"No! Of course not!" She again looks startled, though in a more normal way this time. "Do you really think-" but you cut off her offended tirade.

"What I think is that I know you pretty well. And the way you were acting when we- ...well I guess we didn't really get to fucking did we?"

"We could fix that." Ashley practically purrs at you, leaning forward in a way that made you imagine the screaming of those poor buttons on that blouse. Your eyes go wide, and you can feel the rush of excitement that goes through you at those words. But it's marred by the way Ashley immediately looks ashamed and vaguely scared, like she doesn't know why she said that.

"See, that's what I mean! You offering to look... me over, was out of place enough for you. But you were seriously out of it Ashley. I wish you could see the way your eyes dilated, and jesus you practically tried to **** yourself on my dick. It genuinely scared me for a second there." You finish in a somewhat subdued fashion. Seeing the way she's fidgeting you can tell Ashley was getting turned on remembering what the two of you did, but at your quiet admission she clearly tries to adopt a more serious expression. This look you recognize. The look she gets usually right before spending ten minutes talking at you as though you have any clue what she's saying. Which you usually don't.

"Look, I'm not doing ****. I've never taken any sort of non-medical ****. Well I think maybe once, but that was like 3 years ago and I really don't remember that party. But the fact is you're right. That was wildly out of character for me, yet while I fully acknowledge it will sound sort of ridiculous I do have a perfectly good explanation for most of it. The sudden change in your penis, the immense size and ejaculatory ability. As well as my rather intense reaction after you revealed it." You can tell near the end that she's struggling to keep the serious professionalism going. She's blushing again, though it seems maybe more from excitement than embarrassment.

"I really don't see how the two could be connected. Unless my cock is suddenly making you high as a kite."

"Well yes. In a sense you're not wrong." You blink a few times at that before adopting a skeptical expression. There's no way that she's gonna talk about how you're somehow producing a super pheromone or something right? Something like that happens in crazy sex stories on internet websites, not in reality.

"What? Like, I'm making some sort of crazy pheromone or something that messes with women's heads?" Now Ashley blinks at you a few times before having the audacity to look at you like you've suddenly said something absurd.

"What? No? Why would you think that? That sounds like the premise to some sort of bad porno. No, you're not making a super pheromone or something like that- at least I don't think so, I suppose we could run some tests eventually- no it's just that your cock is perfect." She says that so matter of factly, with such a straight expression that it takes you a second to fully absorb it. It sends another rush of heat flowing through you, hearing Ashley praise your dick that like. "I don't mean figuratively of course, I mean it's literally perfect." Now you're just confused again.

"Uh...perfect? What do you mean by literally perfect?"

"Exactly what I said. Your dick is perfect, everything about it is absolutely perfect. The look, the smell-" She takes a deep shaky breath in, as though remembering all the details. Her mouth opens slightly, breathing more heavily now with a flushed face and a burning gaze. "-the taste. And not just the dick itself, your cum is completely perfect too." She's breathing more heavily now, and you can see the moment her eyes begin dilating. Her hands slowly slide up her body, gliding over her breasts with painfully sensuous movements. Her hands rub up her cheeks as she adopts a rapturous expression. "The feeling of it on my skin was like heaven. I almost cried when I had to wash it off." There's a sudden ripping sound and a thump that shakes the table. You had been staring at Ashley with wide unblinking eyes, but now looked down incredulously. Your painfully hard dick had actually ripped your jeans.

"That's..." You can't even finish the sentence, utterly flabbergasted. Impossible. Actively and completely impossible. Tearing denim is no easy feat, and even if your cock is large enough to push your pants past the breaking point, they should've held too well to let it.

"Impossible? Maybe for other, lesser cocks." You look back up to Ashley, who's sauntered around the table to you. You realize that she dropped the skirt, revealing the red thong underneath as she swings one leg over you so she's now sitting in your lap. She keeps rolling her hips, grinding your rock hard cock against her ass. She throws her arms around your neck and is looking up at you with look of almost worship. "But yours is perfect. Literally perfect. Do you have any idea what that's like, experiencing perfection. It's life changing just for a start. People talk about perfection, but they don't really understand what that means. What something perfect would do to a person's mind. Do you think you could go back to normal coffee after experiencing perfect coffee? Go back to sleeping on a mattress after using the perfect bed? You couldn't. No one could, not if it was really perfect. Not if it was literally perfect. Like you are." She croons the last part breathlessly as she pulls in for a fierce kiss. Your hands automatically go to grab her tight ass as you respond. Honestly, all that was sort of intimidating. But a woman as beautiful as Ashley grinding against your cock while telling you how perfect it is makes it too difficult to think straight. You feel like your own libido is probably higher than it used to be as well. Your mounting lust seems to just make it so hard to think properly about anything but Ashley's body against yours and how you can best use it.