Of love and one-night stands

Scott was laying on his bed, his eyes directed to the ceiling, but not really looking at anything. Mary lay next to him, her leg over his, her arm resting on his chest, her head on his shoulder.

She was still coming down from her peak, and hadn’t made more sound than a moan since they finished.

“Jesus, Scott, that was intense.” She finally said.

“Was it good?”

“Mmm, that doesn’t even begin to cover it.”

She reached down and felt around his now flaccid penis, and the sticky, wet mess in his pubic hair, “Oh God, I came all over you.”

Scott laughed.

“Your sheets,” She said, turning red with embarrassment, “I’ve never made that much of a mess.”

“Your welcome.” Scott said, turning to her with a smile.

She ran her hand over her thigh and crotch, “I’m all sticky.” She started to get up off the bed but sat back down fast.

“Oh God, I can’t feel my legs.”

Scott laughed again, she was tipsy on **** and drunk on pleasure and it fed his ego like nothing else could.

“You want a wash cloth or a shower?” Scott asked getting up off the bed.

“I really need a shower, I can’t sleep like this.”

“Let me help you.” Scott helped her up and they walked to the bathroom, naked and covered in each other’s sweat and fluids.

She found her legs by the time they got to the bathroom, while she showered Scott washed himself off with a washcloth before going back and changing the bedding. He was perfectly fine spending the night in the bed their love making had made, but he could also understand Mary not being okay with that.

He made the bed then brought her a towel and helped her dry off.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, it was somehow tender and needy at the same time.

“I should go home.” She offered, but looking to him for direction.

“I don’t think either of us are fit to drive now.”

“Okay.”

He picked her up and carried her to his room. She stared at his face the entire way there. When he set her down she felt the bedding and smiled at him.

“Thoughtful, sweet and. . .“ She trailed off as she looked down at his crotch.

“You forgot exhausted, scootch over.”

She did, and he laid down next to her. She snuggled into his shoulder, curling up into his side as he pulled the top sheet over them.

“Is this okay?”

“It’s perfect.”

Scott kissed Mary on her forehead, laid back and smiled. He faded off into the best sleep he’d had in a long time.

. . .

Scott awoke to sounds of someone moving around in his room.

“Hey, good morning.” He said, seeing a naked Mary looking around the room.

She blushed. “I can’t find my underwear.”

He smiled at her, she was naked, flustered, and her hair was a mess. She looked great.

“You threw them toward the corner.” He said, pointing.

He got up and went to the dresser, silently thanking Mrs. Carter for putting all his clothes away after he left them in the laundry room.

He pulled out a pair of Army shorts and a T-shirt and tossed them onto the bed.

“You can wear those if you want.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, you don’t want to have to go around this morning in last night’s dress.”

She grabbed them off the bed. “Thanks Scott.” There was a hint of sadness in her voice.

Scott threw on shorts and a T-shirt himself.

When he walked out of his room Mary was looking at something on the pool table.

“Oh no.” she said.

“What is it?”

“Look.” She said handing him a sheet of paper.

Good Morning, don’t be shy, come upstairs for coffee and breakfast, I promise it won’t be weird.
-Anne

Scott laughed.

“That’s not funny.”

“Oh, it’s hilarious.”

“Is Anne Scott’s. . .”

“It’s Scott’s mom, and seriously, if she says she won’t make it weird, she means it. Also, her coffee is fantastic.”

“Ugh. I could really use some.”

“Then let’s go.”

“What about Marissa and Doug?” she asked.

Scott walked over to Doug’s door, but before he knocked, he heard sounds coming from inside, easily recognizable sounds.

“I think we should give them a bit,” Scott said, smiling.

“Seriously?”

He nodded.

“I couldn’t go again if I wanted to, I don’t think I’ve ever been this sore.”

“I’m sorry.”

She blushed again. “No, don’t be sorry, it was worth it.”

“Well, I guess it’s just the two of us for breakfast.”

“You really think it’s okay?”

“Come on, I bet you she made cinnamon rolls.”

“Oh, damn. Lead the way.”

Scott added a line to the bottom of the note for Doug to see and returned it before heading up the stairs. Scott walked out into the house and Mary followed, practically hiding behind him.