Vanessa has questions

Sated, the two of you collapse in a sweaty tangle. She purrs as you stroke her body, a sound of utter contentment. She rolls to face you, nuzzling you happily, cocking a leg over your thigh.

"I'm so full of come," she chuckles throatily. "I hoped that fucking would be like this, but I never thought it actually would be. God you're exciting, I love the way you just possess me. I feel so alive." You stroke her and kiss her soft sweet mouth, your tongues lazily playing with each other.

She pushes away from you slightly, looking at you with a teasing grin. "Am I still a lousy fuck?" she giggles softly.

"You're improving," you tell her with a serious look on your face. "A little more practice and you might actually work up to adequate." She sticks her tongue out at you and pinches your waist, then climbs on you, biting and tickling and laughing.

"I'll give you adequate, you arrogant bastard. I'm going to lock you up here and fuck you till you beg for mercy." You try to grab her hands as she tries to tickle you, both of you laughing and playfully wrestling. She straddles you, her well fucked cunt dribbling come over you as she plays. You tickle her back and she collapses over you, at first squirming and giggling, then purring and kissing you tenderly.

"I'm getting addicted," she sighs. "My first cock and I can't get enough of it. I can't get enough of you. You're going to break my heart, aren't you?" She rests her head on your chest, listening to your heartbeat, stroking you gently. You stroke her hair, saying nothing, enjoying the warmth of her wrapped around you, the feel of her satin skin against you.

"I'm just a kid to you, aren't I? Just a stupid little girl who has fallen head over heels in fuck with you. You're probably married, aren't you?"

"Yes."

"Happily? You didn't think twice about fucking me. Are you happy with her?"

"Yes. She knows about you." Her head pops up and she looks you in the face, confusion in her eyes.

"Knows about me? Knows we fucked last night?"

"Yes." She sits upright, still straddling you, looking at you with her head cocked to one side.

"You're teasing me."

"I'm not. We have a very open relationship."

"Open? She's okay with you fucking me?"

"She's okay with me fucking whoever I choose."

She shakes her head, trying to grasp the import of your words. "Oh wow...I thought...I thought...I don't know what I thought...Do you fuck her?"

"Regularly, and with considerable passion." She shakes her head again and lays back down against your chest, stroking your arm gently. You can almost hear her thinking.

"What's her name?" she asks in a quiet, shy voice.

"Laurel"

"She's pretty isn't she?"

"Very."

There's a long silence as she thinks, her fingers tracing patterns on your skin. Minutes pass and then she kisses your chest, before raising her face to look at you.

"I'm a little scared, John. But I want to have you, even if its only a part of you, even if it's only for a little while. I'm scared and confused and horny and I want you and I know you're going to break my heart and I have no sense at all." You pull her towards you and kiss her with gentle fondness.

"Let me try and fuck some sense into you," you whisper to her, feeling her body shiver at your words, her mouth yielding to you with trembling welcome.