Aftercare (Post-'An Awkward Chat')

Cindy cradled Bradley's head against her ample bosoms. At first, he'd took the gesture for an invitation to continue doing a certain thing that involved his tongue and her nipples, but when he'd gone for it she'd laughed and nudged him gently away. "No, just put your head there...no, not that head dummy!" After some initial confusion, he'd gotten the idea and for the last several minutes they'd been sat on the floor, Cindy's back resting against the base of the sinks, her bare butt cheeks pressing into the tiled floor. It was a little cold, but there was warmth enough to offset it, between the two of them.

She'd started stroking Bradley's hair, and although he'd looked at her funny and gone to protest at first, he'd gradually settled into it. No girl had ever done it for him, but then that was no surprise, no girl had done anything like this for any boy she'd ever been with. That was sad, or, it made Cindy sad. The fucking was nice...to be honest it was amazing, a definite highlight, but the bit that came after, this bit...that was truly priceless. There was no tension or shyness between them, how could there be? She'd taken an entire cumshot up the arse within fifteen minutes of them properly meeting for the first time. That made it easier — the lack of tension, not the cumshot — because now there was nothing between them but bare skin, lovely and soft, and so warm, like holding a toaster against her breasts. Again.

Bradley reached up and touched her right boob, but not for any apparent sexual purposes. Instead, he traced a little circle around the perimeter of her areola, and she watched him. It was a nice feeling, like the slight sense of ticklishness you got when you ran your fingertips over your own forearm. It felt good. Not sexy, at least not primarily sexy, just good. She returned the favour, and reached down to pull his haphazardly-worn boxers aside, running her index finger up and down the length of his shaft, making keening noises like the tinkling of piano keys as she passed each small wrinkle on it, and quietly saying, "Ta-Dah!" and making her index and ring fingers tap up and down on the head of his dick like a little figure doing the can-can.

"I want to fuck," Bradley murmured.

"Again?" Cindy batted his chest playfully.

"No...like, I want to fuck you on the regular, and I want to fuck, like...with feelings on top. Emotionally and that."

"Is this you asking if we can be boyfriend and girlfriend?"

Bradley thought about it, then nodded sagely. "Yeah, so can we? Be boyfriend and girlfriend, I mean."

Cindy batted her eyelashes. "I thought you'd never ask, Bradley Thomas." She leaned in for a kiss, and he returned it with equal vigour, their lips mashing madly into one another. Their hands came up and they pulled each other into an embrace. Bradley loved the feeling of her titties smooshed against his chest, and Cindy adored the way his cock pointed hopefully upwards, rubbing against her pussy like an overeager pet asking for attention. Entangled together, they drew closer and closer, tighter and tighter into each other, as if trying to physically merge.

Bradley Thomas and Cindy Michaels had gone and caught feelings for each other. The strange part? Not only did they not mind, they welcomed it, as they welcomed each other.