The Mess

For a few minutes, Dan and Laurie laid there together, both too exhausted to stand. Her limbs went limp, and she flopped spreadeagled beneath him. A pink haze had filled Laurie's mind, and was yet to clear.

Dan moved first, pushing himself up and drawing out his cock from her pussy. He wiped the tip on the hem of her torn dress. Laurie felt suddenly empty, and she stared lovingly at Dan, already wishing for him to fill her again. She reached down and stroked her pussy, feeling the space he had left behind. His cum was still deep inside her, and yet to drip out. Dan was already buttoning up his trousers. "That was good baby. Your pussy was fuckin' tight." He flashed a goofy grin. "I hope I didn't break you".

Laurie said nothing, and continued to gaze up at him.

"You gotta wait up here a few minutes. If we come back together, people will know." He looked a Laurie, half naked, clothes torn, hair tangled, her skin grubby, and chuckled. "You might need to clean yourself up!"

Without another word, Dan turned, walked to the ladder, and disappeared into the night.

Through the haze, Laurie felt twinge of annoyance. She ignored it, and looked up the stars. She had never felt so full and complete as she did on that roof. The night was beautiful and still warm. She heard the sounds of the party distant beneath her.

She closed her eyes, and drifted off to sleep.