Spit

Sated and feeling incredible, you glance down at Cora, kneeling mournfully between your legs and then up at her friend gyrating as suggestively as possible a few feet behind her, but a look of fear in her eyes. A sense of pity, or maybe benevolence comes over you. You reach behind the counter for the box of kleenex that's kept there for porno movie watching in the same way some people have bags of popcorn, and hand the blonde one.

"Here. You can spit into that."

You watch as she disgorges your semen into it and folds the napkin neatly. She looks overwhelmed, but at least a little grateful for the small mercy. "Thanks". You ponder briefly what might have been if you had gone over to the dark side and made her swallow it, then the moment passes and you move on.

You hop down off the counter and pick up Juliet's discarded clothes. "Here, you can stop dancing now".

She snatches her clothes out of your hands and turns her back to quickly jump into them. You do yours up more casually.

"Fuck. I enjoyed that. Really, both of you. You've been great".

"Th.., thanks.", started Cora. "how, how can you do this?" she still looks traumatized.

"Um. Don't worry about that" you say, obviously trying to avoid giving a straight answer. However maybe you should have chosen your words more carefully.

"Ok then," she straightens up and her face transforms into a smile. You don't get it at first, why the change? Then it hits you. You had told her not to worry, and now she wasn't. Sheesh!

You turn round to look at Juliet again. She looked great too, almost enough to get you a horn again a minute after cumming in her friends mouth. However, you decide to save her for later. "Juliet, don't worry about anything I do, or tell you to do either".

"ok", she says quietly and suddenly a burden seems to lift from her too.

"Give me your mobile numbers." you say, and get out your cheap brandless cellphone. You add them both to your address book.

"Cool, do you want to hang out again sometime?" asks Cora.

"Yeah. You bet" you say enthusiastically and put your hand round her friend's waist. "C'mon lets get out of here. I'll take you home."