Post nut regret.

Laura lifted her shoulders off the bed so that she could bring her silk robe back up. It had got bunched up under the small of her back during the frantic fuck they’d just had. She slipped it back into place so it covered her shoulders and then tied it up. She looked just as she did when Gary had first arrived, other than a mess of her hair being out of place. Gary, in comparison, was completely naked and starting to feel sick to his stomach.

“Gary, I didn’t know you had that in you!” Laura hummed. “I don’t think incredible begins to cut it.”

“Laura, I… We shouldn’t…” The guilt washing over him was preventing Gary from forming a complete sentence.

“Oh, Gary, relax. I know you’re a taken man. I’m not the type of girl to try and swoop in and take you away from… Naomi, was it?”

Gary wished he hadn’t even told Laura Bernie’s proper name, even if she didn’t go by it at all.

“Thank you. I’m sorry. I mean…” Nope, still couldn’t get out proper sentences.

“You, on the other hand,” Laura continued, “my my my, you just took me. Ravished me. Threw me down and had your way with me.”

Gary felt a strong urge to throw up, but it was mostly in his head.

“Is that how you give it to Naomi? Rough and hard. Do her toes curl, and she screams just like you made me?” Laura had rolled over onto her side next to Gary and was tracing her nails along the elevated ridges of his abs.

Gary felt like he was a mouse being toyed with by a cat.

“No,” Gary confessed. Sex with Bernie was nice and good. Wholesome even. Not voracious like he’d just been with Laura.

“Oh, that’s a shame. Maybe you don’t want this to be just the once?” Laura’s finger tips had reached down past Gary’s stomach and were now scratching the sensitive skin of his flaccid shaft. His penis, which hung moist and sticky from Laura’s own pussy juice, still.

“I have to go,” Gary said, getting up suddenly and rising from the bed. “I have to pick up Lil from the shops.”

“Thank you for visiting,” Laura smiled. “I’ll just lie here for a while longer with your cum all inside me. I’m sure you’ll do the right thing if the time comes.”

Gary froze, one leg in his pants.

Laura laughed. “Oh, Gary! You should see the look on your face! I’m not going to baby-trap you. I’ll take care of what needs to be done. I haven’t even finished studying yet to get knocked up. We really do have to be more careful… next time.”

“Yeah, of course,” Gary laughed back, but it was much more of a nervous twitter. He didn’t try to fight the suggestion of a next time.

Hurriedly getting dressed, Gary winced when he put his shirt on over his chest. The cottony material felt rough and painful as it made contact with the indents in Gary’s chest. There wasn’t a mirror nearby for Gary to see what kind of damage Laura had done. He’d have to investigate it at the first chance he got. Before he saw Bernie.

Moments later, Gary was about to leave when Laura asked, she was still lying on the bed where Gary had left her, “Don’t I get a hug before you go?”

Gary nodded and put a knee back up on the bed so that he could lean across to where Laura was lying propped up in the middle on a pillow now. They hugged tightly. Gary’s face flinched as their bodies pressed. He could feel Laura’s breasts moulding to him through her nightgown and his own shirt. The shimmering material against his own fabric was enough to set off the bite marks once more. As the two first-time lovers held each other, Laura's breath echoed hotly in Gary’s ear as she moaned just as she had during their intercourse before. It set the hairs on the back of Gary’s neck rising, and a shiver running the length of his spine.

Out in the Super Surfer Van, Gary quickly started the engine and took off like he was fleeing the scene of a crime, as indeed he was. “Fuck!” Gary swore to himself. He’d cheated on his girlfriend! He hadn’t meant to do it; that wasn’t the reason he’d come over, Gary reasoned to himself. He’d only meant to catch up with Laura, to gain closure with the woman he’d briefly been infatuated with. The image of Laura naked beneath him suddenly flashed in his mind. Her firm, sculpted breasts rocking top to bottom as he had pounded away inside her. Fuck! Think of Bernie, he commanded himself. A juxtaposed image of Bernie came into his mind. Her own heavy breasts bouncing as they made love instead. Bernie’s were larger, but they naturally fell to her sides. She was a heavier girl than Laura. Laura’s body was fitter and leaner than Bernie’s, and her tits were firmer and perkier. Her pussy, too, was hotter. He’d never cum as fast with Bernie as he had with Laura just then. Laura had been a wild river beneath him, whereas Bernie was a gentle ocean softly rocking her hips as they coupled.

Shit, his chest, Gary suddenly remembered. At a set of traffic lights, Gary pulled the collar of his shirt open and looked down his own body. Clearly visible were six, seven, eight… almost ten bright red welts that formed the perfect outline of a girl’s teeth. Oh, shit, he was in trouble! Thinking, Gary snatched at the van’s rear-view mirror and brought the reflection of his neck into view. Oh, Sweet Baby Jesus! There were a trio of small hickies at the base of his neck! How the hell was he going to hide that?

Gary frantically tried to work through a solution in his head as he drove to the downtown shopping complex, where he’d left his girlfriend and sister. He parked in the undercover area and, once stopped, turned to look for something in the back that might help. A beach towel lay discarded in the corner by the mattress he and Bernie had made good use of since he’d borrowed the van from Stuart. Gary wrapped it once around his neck and draped it over his shoulders. I would protect the guilty marks on his throat from immediate detection, even if it would look strange on him.

Get out of the van, Gary sent a text to Lilian and not Bernie. ‘Where are you?’

He was a dozen shops into the centre before Lil texted back. ‘At Zara. Trying on clothes.’

Gary’s thumbs hammer out the keys to respond. 'Meet me at the food court. Don’t bring Bernie!!'