No Regrets

For a while, neither of you says anything.

You lie beside Kelly, staring at the ceiling while your breathing gradually returns to normal. Beside you, her bare body is still flushed from everything the two of you just did. Her loose hair is spread messily across the pillow, and every so often her chest rises with another deep breath as she comes down from the night.

When you turn your head toward her, you let yourself take in the sight of her without pretending you aren’t looking. Her hair is tangled around her shoulders, framing her flushed face and bare chest. Her breasts rest naturally against her body now that her bra is somewhere on the floor, with some of your cum still streaked across them, already beginning to dry against her skin. Your eyes follow the softer curve of her stomach down into her waist before it widens again at her hips. One leg is stretched out while the other is slightly bent, showing off the shape of her thighs. After spending so long watching her deliberately show herself off, there’s something just as attractive about seeing her completely relaxed beside you.

Then Kelly starts laughing.

You turn your head toward her.

“What?” you ask.

“I can’t believe we actually did that,” Kelly replies.

“Neither can I,” you say.

Kelly turns her head toward you, still smiling.

“That escalated pretty fucking quickly,” Kelly says.

“You climbed on top of me and started grinding on me,” you reply. “I feel like you helped it escalate.”

“Duh. That was the point, Sweetie,” Kelly admits with a laugh.

The conversation makes you think back over the night. It feels ridiculous that only a few hours ago, the two of you were still testing each other and trying to figure out how serious the flirting actually was.

Now you’re lying naked beside each other.

As the adrenaline finally begins wearing off, you become aware of your own body settling down too. The arousal that had stayed with you through almost everything upstairs gradually fades as you lie there beside her, until you’re soft again. For the first time since things started escalating downstairs, your body actually feels relaxed.

Somehow, that makes the moment feel even more final. You’re not caught up in the middle of anything anymore. You’re simply lying beside Kelly afterward, and you still feel just as happy that it happened.

“So,” you say. “Was it worth it?”

Kelly looks over at you.

“Seriously?” Kelly asks.

“Yeah,” you reply.

She doesn’t even have to think about it.

“Fuck yes,” Kelly says.

You laugh.

“That good?” you ask.

“You made me cum twice,” Kelly replies. “What do you think?”

“I think I’m pretty happy with that,” you answer.

“I definitely am,” Kelly says. “You have no idea how bad I fucking needed that.”

“Good,” you reply.

Kelly smiles and stretches beside you, her body relaxing into the mattress.

There is another brief silence, but this one feels comfortable.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a while,” you admit.

Kelly turns toward you again.

“How long is a while?” Kelly asks.

You think about it.

“Longer than I should probably admit,” you reply.

Kelly smiles.

“That explains a lot,” Kelly says.

“What does that mean?” you ask.

“There was this one time a while back when I was standing in the kitchen,” Kelly says. “I was wearing those little black shorts I have. You know, the really tight ones?”

You immediately know which pair she means. They hug her hips and ass closely enough that they leave very little to the imagination, especially when she bends over.

“I might know the ones,” you reply.

“Oh, you definitely know the ones,” Kelly says with a laugh. “I had that fitted gray tank top on too. The shorts were already riding pretty high, and then I bent over to get something out of one of the bottom cabinets.”

She gives you a knowing smile.

“They rode up even farther when I bent over,” Kelly continues. “They were stretched tight across my ass, and I knew exactly how it looked.”

“And?” you ask.

“When I stood back up, I caught your reflection in the window,” Kelly replies. “You were behind me staring directly at my ass.”

You stare at her.

“What?” you ask.

“No, I wasn’t,” you say automatically.

“John, you absolutely were,” Kelly says. “You weren’t even subtle about it.”

You try to remember the moment, but there have been enough occasions where you’ve checked her out that narrowing it down isn’t exactly easy.

“And you never said anything?” you ask.

“No,” Kelly replies. “You looked away before you realized I’d caught you.”

“So you just pretended you didn’t notice?” you ask.

“Pretty much,” Kelly says.

“Why?” you ask.

Kelly looks at you for a second before smiling.

“Because I liked knowing you were looking,” Kelly admits. “It was flattering.”

That catches you off guard.

“Really?” you ask.

“Yeah,” Kelly replies. “I know what my body looks like, but there’s still something really flattering about catching someone checking you out when they don’t think you can see them.”

She rolls slightly onto her side as she talks, facing you. Her loose hair falls across one shoulder, partially covering her chest while the rest of her remains completely uncovered beneath the bedroom light.

“Especially when it was you,” Kelly adds.

You look at her.

“So you already knew I thought you were hot?” you ask.

“I had a pretty good idea,” Kelly replies. “And every time I caught you looking after that, I liked it a little more.”

“I didn’t think I was that obvious,” you say.

“Not even close,” Kelly replies with a laugh.

“So how long have you wanted me?” you ask.

Kelly thinks for a second.

“Long enough that tonight definitely wasn’t the first time I thought about it,” Kelly admits.

“Seriously?” you ask.

“Seriously,” Kelly replies.

That catches you more off guard than you expected.

“So all that shit downstairs…” you begin.

“What shit?” Kelly asks innocently.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about,” you reply.

She starts smiling.

“The couch?” Kelly asks.

“The couch,” you confirm.

“What about it?” Kelly asks.

“You climbing onto my lap,” you say. “Grinding on me. Turning around and shaking your ass in my face.”

Kelly starts laughing.

“Okay, that was on purpose,” Kelly admits.

“I knew it,” you reply.

“Of course it was,” Kelly says. “I already knew you liked my ass. I knew exactly what straddling you and grinding against you was going to do.”

“So you were trying to turn me on,” you say.

“At that point?” Kelly asks. “Absolutely.”

You shake your head.

“And the twerking?” you ask.

“Especially the twerking,” Kelly replies with a laugh. “I wanted you staring at my ass. I wanted to see your reaction.”

“You definitely got the reaction you wanted,” you say.

“I know,” Kelly replies with a grin. “Feeling how hard you were getting while I was on your lap pretty much confirmed everything I’d been wondering.”

She laughs again before her expression softens slightly.

“I didn’t wake up today planning to seduce you or anything,” Kelly says.

“Could’ve fooled me,” you reply.

“I’m serious,” Kelly says with a laugh. “None of this was planned. Things just started happening, and once I realized you actually wanted me too…”

She pauses.

“I guess I stopped wanting to behave,” Kelly admits.

You smile.

“That explains the couch,” you say.

“I’ve wanted you pretty fucking bad for a while,” Kelly says. “Tonight was just the first time it felt like I could actually do something about it.”

For a moment, you simply look at each other.

Knowing she wanted this before tonight changes something. This wasn’t attraction that suddenly appeared because the two of you got carried away on the couch.

It had already been there.

Neither of you had admitted it.

You stare at the ceiling for another few seconds, thinking about everything she just admitted. Eventually, one thought pushes its way past how good you feel about finally knowing she wanted you too.

“Can I ask you something?” you ask.

“Sure,” Kelly replies.

“Do you think we should’ve done that?” you ask.

Kelly watches you for a moment before answering.

“Because of your dad?” Kelly asks.

“Yeah,” you reply. “Mostly.”

Kelly exhales and looks toward the ceiling.

“If we’re being responsible about it, probably not,” Kelly admits. “There are a lot of ways this could get complicated.”

“That’s what I keep thinking,” you say.

“Do you regret it?” Kelly asks.

You turn your head toward her.

“No,” you reply.

There isn’t much hesitation behind the answer.

“Not even after thinking about him?” Kelly asks.

“I don’t like thinking about what happens if he finds out,” you admit. “But that’s different from wishing this didn’t happen.”

Kelly gives you a small smile.

“That’s exactly how I feel,” Kelly says. “I know this makes things complicated, but I don’t regret being with you.”

“Neither do I,” you reply.

“Then I guess we can worry about whether it was smart without pretending we didn’t want it,” Kelly says.

She reaches over and runs her fingers lightly along your arm.

“I’m actually really glad we did it,” Kelly admits.

“Yeah?” you ask.

“Very,” Kelly replies. “Especially now that I know I wasn’t imagining all that tension between us.”

“Definitely not,” you say.

Her smile stays for another moment before fading slightly.

“There is still your dad,” Kelly says.

“Yeah,” you reply.

That is the one part neither of you can laugh away.

“If he found out…” Kelly begins.

“It would be bad,” you finish.

“Very bad,” Kelly agrees.

You stare at the ceiling again.

“He can’t find out,” you say.

“No,” Kelly replies. “He really can’t.”

There is more weight behind that answer. Whatever happened between the two of you tonight doesn’t erase the rest of her life or make the situation simple.

But when you look back at her, she doesn’t look regretful.

Just realistic.

“So that means we’re never doing this again?” you ask.

Kelly looks at you.

There is a long pause.

Then she starts smiling.

“That is not what I said,” Kelly replies.

You laugh.

“I noticed,” you say.

“I said we need to be careful,” Kelly explains.

“That’s very different,” you reply.

“Extremely different,” Kelly agrees.

“So this wasn’t a one-time thing?” you ask.

Kelly studies your face for a moment.

“Do you want it to be?” Kelly asks.

“No,” you reply.

Again, there isn’t much reason to pretend anymore.

Her smile grows.

“Neither do I,” Kelly admits.

You both stay quiet for a moment after that.

It isn’t exactly a plan.

You don’t know what this makes the two of you, and neither of you has figured out how something like this is supposed to work without your dad ever finding out.

But it is an answer.

Tonight wasn’t a mistake that either of you wants to bury and forget.

Eventually, Kelly looks down at herself.

“I should probably clean myself up,” Kelly says.

“Probably,” you agree.

She sits up and swings her legs over the side of the mattress. Her hair hangs messily down her back as she stands, and you watch the curves of her bare body shift with the movement. Her breasts are still visibly messy from earlier, and her skin remains flushed across her chest.

Your eyes follow her as she crosses the room.

Kelly notices.

“You’re doing it again,” Kelly says.

“Doing what?” you ask.

“Checking me out,” Kelly replies.

“I thought we established that you like that,” you say.

“We did,” Kelly replies with a smile. “Carry on.”

You laugh.

Kelly disappears into the bathroom for a moment before returning with a warm, wet washcloth. She stands near the bed and starts cleaning herself, pressing the warm cloth against her neck first before working her way down across her chest.

She carefully wipes each breast clean, lifting one slightly with her free hand while running the washcloth underneath it before doing the same to the other. The warm water leaves her skin damp and slightly pink as she removes the last obvious traces of the mess from earlier.

With everything slowed down now, you have plenty of time to take her in. Her hair is still wild from the bed, her breasts move naturally as she cleans herself, and the curve of her waist widens into her hips and thighs beneath them. She looks less deliberately posed than she did when she was teasing you earlier, but somehow that makes staring at her even easier.

Kelly glances over and catches your eyes on her again.

“Still happy with your decision?” Kelly asks.

“Very,” you reply.

“Good answer,” Kelly says.

She finishes wiping down her chest and stomach before tossing the washcloth aside. For a second she simply stands there naked, looking around for wherever her clothes ended up.

“We made a mess,” Kelly says.

“You made a mess,” you reply.

Her head snaps toward you.

“Excuse me?” Kelly asks.

“You heard me,” you say.

“I seem to remember you being involved,” Kelly replies.

“Allegedly,” you say.

Kelly laughs and tosses one of your discarded pieces of clothing toward you.

“Get dressed,” Kelly says.

“Yes, ma’am,” you reply.

“Don’t start,” Kelly says, although she’s laughing again.

The two of you start collecting your clothes.

Kelly finds her panties first and steps into them, pulling them slowly up her thighs until the soft fabric settles around her hips. They fit snugly across her ass, hugging the full curve of it closely enough that your eyes immediately follow as she turns to find the rest of her clothes.

“You’re staring again,” Kelly says without even turning around.

“I thought you said you liked that,” you remind her.

“Carry on,” Kelly replies.

She finds her shorts next and steps into them, pulling them up her thighs and over the snug panties. Once she works the waistband over her hips, the shorts stretch across her ass, but they’re short enough that the bottoms of her cheeks still peek slightly below the fabric. She turns while adjusting the waistband, giving you another view of the little bit of bare skin showing beneath each side before she seems satisfied with how they sit.

Her bra comes next. She slips her arms through the straps and settles her breasts into the cups before fastening it behind her back. She adjusts each side until the push-up bra lifts her breasts and presses them together, reshaping her bare chest into the deep cleavage you’d spent most of the night staring at before the bra finally came off.

Finally, she finds the white ribbed tank top she’d been wearing downstairs. It’s fitted and sleeveless, with narrow shoulder straps and a low scooped neckline. She pulls it over her head, and her messy hair spills back out around her shoulders as she tugs the hem down over her stomach. The ribbed material fits tightly around her waist and stretches across the push-up bra, following the shape of her body instead of hanging loose.

Once the tank is in place, Kelly looks down and adjusts her breasts through the fabric. She cups them briefly through the ribbed top, lifting and squeezing them together until she’s satisfied with how they sit in the bra underneath. The adjustment pushes her cleavage higher against the low neckline, and she gives the front of the tank one final tug before turning around to face you.

Getting dressed feels almost stranger than taking everything off did. There had been a clear momentum carrying you forward before. Now you’re both trying to make yourselves look normal again, as if you can somehow erase the evidence of the last couple of hours by fixing your clothes and smoothing down your hair.

Kelly catches sight of herself and starts working her fingers through her messy hair.

“How bad is it?” Kelly asks.

You look at her.

“Pretty bad,” you reply.

“Great,” Kelly says.

“I like it,” you add.

“That isn’t the problem,” Kelly replies.

You laugh.

“Your dad is definitely going to wonder why I suddenly look like I lost a fight with my own hair,” Kelly says.

“Tell him you took a nap,” you suggest.

Kelly looks at you skeptically.

“A nap?” Kelly asks.

“I’m brainstorming,” you reply.

“Keep brainstorming,” Kelly says.

Eventually, she gets her hair reasonably under control and finishes getting dressed.

The two of you look around the bedroom one last time, making sure nothing obvious has been left behind.

Then the room becomes quiet again.

This time you’re both dressed.

The night should feel finished.

It doesn’t.

Kelly stands in front of you for a moment, and you can tell from her expression that she’s thinking the same thing.

“So what now?” you ask.

“Now we go downstairs and pretend we’re normal,” Kelly replies.

“You think we can pull that off?” you ask.

“Absolutely not,” Kelly says.

You laugh.

“But we’re going to try,” Kelly adds.

“Sounds like a solid plan,” you reply.

She takes a step toward the door before stopping.

Then she turns back toward you.

Neither of you says anything.

Kelly walks back over, puts a hand against your chest, and kisses you.

It isn’t frantic like the kisses that brought you upstairs.

There isn’t anywhere for it to lead.

It’s simply a kiss.

When she pulls away, she stays close enough that you can still feel her breath against your face.

“I’m glad it was you,” Kelly says quietly.

You look at her.

“Yeah?” you ask.

“Yeah,” Kelly replies. “I’ve wanted you for longer than I was willing to admit, and now that it finally happened…”

She smiles.

“I’m really fucking happy it did,” Kelly says.

“So am I,” you reply.

She gives you another quick kiss before stepping away.

“We’re going to have to be careful after this,” Kelly says.

“Yeah,” you reply. “But I really don’t want to start figuring all of that out right now.”

“Neither do I,” Kelly says. “I’d rather enjoy tonight for a little longer before we make it complicated.”

“I can do that,” you reply.

Kelly smiles.

“Good boy,” Kelly says.

Before you can respond, she leans in and kisses you again. Her lips linger against yours for a few seconds before she pulls away with the same satisfied smile.

She turns toward the bedroom door and starts walking away from you. Your eyes immediately drop to her ass again, watching the tight shorts move over it with every step.

Just before reaching the doorway, Kelly glances back over her shoulder and catches you.

“Seriously?” Kelly asks with a laugh.

“What?” you ask innocently.

Kelly shakes her head, but the pleased smile on her face makes it obvious she doesn’t mind.

“Nothing,” Kelly replies. “Keep looking, Sweetie.”

You do.

She walks out of the bedroom, and you watch her ass until she disappears through the doorway.

Once she’s gone, you fall backward onto the bed and stare at the ceiling.

A smile works its way across your face almost immediately.

She wanted you.

Not just tonight. Not just because the two of you got carried away. She had wanted you before any of this started, had noticed you looking at her, had enjoyed it, and had deliberately pushed things farther once she realized you wanted her too.

And now you know she wants it to happen again.

You can’t pretend you aren’t enjoying that thought.

Then your dad crosses your mind.

Your smile fades slightly.

You have no idea what he would think if he knew what happened in this room tonight, and you’re pretty sure you don’t want to find out.