The Next Day

“So, last night was fun, wasn’t it?”

I was sitting in my chair, watching the sports game, when Maris started hugging me from behind.

“Oh yeah. I have to say, I was sceptical at first. I honestly thought, I dunno, I would feel bad. Like, just the thought that it wouldn’t feel good for you was... it worried me.” I rubbed her arms as she buried her face in my hair.

“You know, that’s so sweet. And so like you. Remember when we went to the basketball game, and I was just overwhelmed?” Maris was rubbing my head with her cheek.

“Yeah, I’m just sorry I didn’t notice it sooner. I hate it when you try to suck it up for my benefit.” I turned down the game, and looked at Maris, “And know that I trust you. If you say you’ll be cool with something, I will believe you.”

“Hey, it looks like your team is losing. It must be a boring game.” Maris started rubbing my shoulders.

“Ah, they never had a chance. Ever since Maholmes got injured, they just can’t seem to get a foothold.” I turned the TV off and stood up. I knew where this was headed.

“Listen, I’m still... wired from last night. Let’s just keep it at a 2 to 3 tonight.” Maris said a bit sheepishly.

“Anything for you babe.” I kissed her forehead and led her to the bedroom.

Maris was dressed in the same pajamas as usual, her hair tied up in a messy ponytail. I slid her top off gently, kissing her gently when the garment passed her head.

Still holding her, I guided her to the bed, and we laid down. I pressed us together, mingling our arms in a loving embrace. I let go of her lips and started kissing down her neck. Maris arched her head back in silent pleasure. Slowly, ever so slowly, I made my way down her neck, to her chest.

Gently, I massaged her breasts, kneading them like soft dough. Maris’s chest was rising and falling, taking deep breaths of the night air. I licked her nipples, feeling them perk up in my mouth. Maris’s hand found my head, probably unconsciously, and pushed my head down. Dutifully, I left her pert nipples and trailed kisses down her belly.

Shivers rocked her body as I moved downwards. As my mouth passed her bellybutton, the anticipation rose, in both of us, in preparation for what was to come. Maris’s hands stroked my head, her breathing rising even higher, her fingers entwining in my hair.

My mouth soon found her pubic hair, and with that her pubic mound. Maris’s legs twitched as she shivered at my touch. Her skin flushed with excitement as I moved my way down. My lower lips felt a small, fleshy nub, warm with desire. Gently, I tickled that nub with my tongue, sending more waves through Maris’s body.

“Mmm, more, go to three.” Maris moaned at my ministrations.

Dutifully, I raised my head, bringing my rock hard dick to her sopping entrance. Slowly, ever so slowly, I parted her nethers with my dick, entering her inch by inch. Maris sucked in air through her teeth, the sound rising in pitch. When I hilted, I started retreating, as Maris exhaled next to my ear.

Right when my dick would exit her pussy, I switched gears and pushed. Maris’s breath mimicked my movements, inhaling as I entered, exhaling as I exited. The pace was slow, deliberate, but forceful. I could feel her muscles constrict around me, her nails digging into my back.

I bucked my hips forward, driving into Maris as we both reach simultaneous climax. I lay there for a second, before rolling off and staring at the ceiling.

Maris, ever the efficient one, almost immediately broke the silence. “So, let’s talk limits. I’ve been talking to someone who is interested in a bit of...” she paused a bit, as if not wanting to really say the next words, “race play.”

“No, that’s too, I dunno, mean?”

“How about general degradation?”

“No, I like the pretense that I still, you know, like the person. I don’t want to be actually negative towards them.”

“Yeah, I guessed, but wanted to make sure. What about your attitude towards me in the scene?”

I rolled over to look at her. “I... never really thought about that. It was kind of interesting the other night, where you didn’t really exist.” I thought for a moment. “It was kind of like, I guess you kind of broke the fourth wall. Like you were a stage hand, and we weren’t supposed to even notice you.”

“Hmmm, I get that. It certainly adds a bit of a metatextual element to the play, but I feel I’m somewhat distanced from the scene. I want to brainstorm some ideas where I can be present in the scene. What are your limits towards me?”

“I don’t want to make it seem like I’m cheating on you, or somehow going behind your back. It would, I think, just make me kind of depressed. I know it’s all fake, but still.”

“I totally understand. What if I was somehow in control, like in a position of power over you two. I remember seeing a comic about two people who got trapped in a room and had to have sex in order to leave.”

“Like... wait, what?” I was never into those things.

“Obviously it was just a bit of set dressing, made to enforce a situation where both parties needed to have sex without wanting sex, but still could technically refuse.”

“But, like, what was the mechanism? What stopped them from just, you know,” I made walking motions with my fingers.

“Fuck, I can’t remember. Maybe it was...” Maris pondered for a moment. I swear sometimes I could see the loading symbol in her eyes.

“Oh, I got it! OK, see, I’m a scientist, and you have a deadly disease. But, we think that sex is a cure. Of course, I can’t do it because of protocols, so I have a bystander from off the street. No, wait, she has the deadly disease, and we think your spunk can cure it!”

“And you can’t just-”

“Oxidation! Yeah, the antibodies die in air, even just a moment, so we need you to actually fuck her and finish inside!”

“But, why can’t I-”

“You’re a prisoner!” Maris scrambled to her end table and retrieved a well worn notebook and pen, “I got it, so you’re a prisoner who has a history of... financial crimes. Yeah. Everybody would expect your character to be a ****, but no, you’re just a meek white collar criminal.”

She furiously wrote a set of characters, characterization, even a relationship chart. I saw there were background characters.

“I need to flesh this out. Where could this work? Oh, the TV! That would be a great monitor...” Maris walked out the room, muttering to herself and looking around the house.