Shar walks out

Shar sits up and opens her eyes, looking thoroughly dazed. She looks at my deflating cock as if she wants to want it, but can’t quite summon the energy. With some disappointment, she says, “Clean up this mess,” and leaves the room.

She walks out magnificently nude, forgetting her top and panties; I’m tempted to grab them, but Alyssa says, “Better not.” I look at her and she gives me a strange, tilted grin. “She does live here, so if she wanted, she could tell the school you stole them from her house. Best let them be.” Her grin gets sharper. “Unfortunately.”

Alyssa gives me a long kiss that surprises me with its tenderness. “I took your virginity. That was so fucking hot . . .”

“I’m glad you were my first,” I say. “I’ve dreamed about how that might happen . . .”

“I feel . . . flattered? Honored, certainly. That makes me feel really sexy. Especially since you gave me an amazing fucking for your first time.” She reaches out to cup my deflated prick and says, “Of course, it helps when you’re packing that kind of heat.”

I cup her cheek in my hand. “You are really sexy,” I say, and kiss her again.

We make out for some fleeting eternity before Alyssa says (far too soon), “We should really get out of here. I don’t know if this place will work for this afternoon’s session or not; I’ll have to check and send you a text.”

“If I discover any alternative possibilities,” I reply, “I’ll let you know.”

“You do that.” She gathers the towels, then gives the bed a quick scan; “I think we kept it all on the towels,” she says. “I’ll get these washed and bring them back.”

“Thank you,” I say.

“No, thank you,” Alyssa replies, with a strange emphasis in her voice. She gives me a brief kiss that somehow manages to feel like she wants it to linger. She gathers up her shirt and shorts, pulls them on quickly, and we head out of the house. I walk her to her dorm, then go my way.