Give her a few minutes to recover.

It takes a few minutes for Rebecca to come down from the first orgasm you ever gave her. She’s a little shaky as she does the button up on her school blouse after refitting her bra back in place. A very happy and contented smile on her face as she pulls her panties back up after having retaken the driver’s position.

She is extra cautious on the roads on the way home in compensation of the scatterbrain you just gave her. Pulling into Rebecca’s driveway past your house, you notice a big F150 trucked parked outside your house with lifted wheels and big truck exhaust pipes. A monster sticker on the back window the icing on the cake.

“Who’s is that?” Becca asks you as she turns the car off.

“No idea. Must be some redneck friends of my sisters.”

“Compensating much?” she asks causing you to laugh.

“Clearly,” you agree.

“Well he wouldn’t need to compensate for anything if he could do the things to her that you just did to me,” Rebecca says very suggestively as she leans in for another passionate French kiss.

“Eww gross! I don’t want to think about my sister like that,” you say in mock outrage and disgust. If Rebecca even knew the slightest bit of what you and Heather had done last night, she sure wouldn’t be joking about it.

You say goodbye to your girlfriend after walking her to the front door before heading back over to your house. Grabbing a coke from the fridge on the way to your room you stop outside the closed door to Heathers. From the other side, you can hear the sound of female moaning and a bed getting moved about in a tell-tale fashion. Heather is letting some douchebag fuck her you realise with a heap of disgust before retreating to your room, closing the door and turning some music on.

Not more than a couple of minutes later you hear shouting in the hallway outside your room. Heather and her partner yelling at each other near the top of their lungs. You turn the volume up on your stereo up and ignore their drama. Not long after that, you hear a soft knock on your door. Killing the music you turn to see Heather in just a black t-shirt pulled down past her waist.

“Hey sorry about that,” she says as she comes more fully into the room. “I wasn’t expecting you home quite so soon. I thought you’d catch the bus.”

“Rebecca drove me home,” you tell Heather.

“Oh sweet,” she says at the mention of your girlfriend next door.

“So, what was that all about?” you ask.

Heather comes and sits cross-legged on your bed in front of you to answer. You watch how she is very aware not to let the front of her shirt rise up as she sits but keeps it pulled down. You guess that she hasn't put any panties back on after just having sex.

“Kyle is such a dickhead. I invited him over and well, we did stuff, and he’s a two-pump chump!” Heather tells you about her frustrations at the lack of staying power of her booty call.