Rachel reveals something

“How typical,” Rachel chuckles as she rolls over onto her back in the bed and smiles up at you, her cum-drenched panties apparently glued to her left thigh and her spent cock resting on her belly while her huge tits rise and fall in rhythm with her breathing, “Expecting me to make sure we’re using protection, are you?”

“Oh God… we are, right?” You feign a look a horror that causes Rachel’s chuckle to be followed by a naughty giggle.

“Yes, John, mum and dad made sure I got on the pill really early,” Rachel explains with a smile as you get down next to her, “To avoid me accidentally knocking myself up.”

“Good,” you lean in and kiss Rachel’s forehead while she snuggles up next to you, pressing her huge tits against your side while draping one arm over your stomach, “Sounds like they were pretty no-nonsense about it.”

“They’ve been great, right from the start,” Rachel’s smile remains in place as the two of you share a quick kiss, then intensifies as she adds “And I know that they’re going to just love you.”

“I hope so,” you return Rachel’s smile.

“However, I’m not sure I want to be talking about my mum and dad while I’ve got your cum oozing out of my ass,” Rachel’s smile turns into a naughty grin.

“Alright, let me just see if I can find that buttplug of yours and it won’t be a problem anymore,” you deadpan, and Rachel cries out happily.

“John!” Rachel cries out your name again, seizing the opportunity to appear shocked by your comment.

“What?” And you in turn have no problem pretending like you don’t understand what she’s so shocked about.

“That’s not what I meant,” Rachel manages to form her luscious lips into a pout before breaking it, her radiant smile returning as she plants a soft kiss on your chest.

“Okay, so if you don’t want to talk about that, how about our vacation plans?” You suggest, and pull Rachel a little closer still, as always loving the feeling of her body against yours as you lie on the messy sheets of her bed.

“That sounds like an excellent idea,” Rachel looks up at you with her head still resting on your chest, and has now wrapped her arm round your stomach.

“How about the weekend after the next? We head up to your parents this next one, and then the one after that, we’ll spend at your family’s holiday house. That sound good?” You suggest.

“Actually, John…” Rachel looks hesitant, “I think maybe we should wait another week.”

“Okay, why?” You’re confused.

“Because, well,” Rachel adopts a slightly sheepish smile, “you know I have all my girl bits too, right?”

“Yes, I’ve noticed.”

“And does the phrase ‘that time of the month’ mean anything to you?”

“Oh, that…” You say as the implication of what Rachel’s saying sinks in.

“Yeah, that,” Rachel gives you a curt little nod, “Will show up in about two weeks’ time.”

“Aha.”

“So it’d be a waste if we went on a romantic getaway together just as it did,” Rachel suggests.

“Definitely,” you agree, then grin down at Rachel, “Huh, I think that will probably be the first time since walking in on you that I’ll have gone more than twelve hours without being inside you.”

“I’m glad to hear you’re focusing on the essentials, John,” Rachel says, and releases an exaggerated sigh.

“Really, I am,” you insist, “I just think your parents should be aware that after a week without sex, we might accidentally destroy their holiday house or something.”

“Yeah, you tell them that, and I’ll make sure to let your parents in on my little secret the first chance I get,” Rachel threatens you, while sporting another happy smile.

“Damn. It’s too late to try to pretend I’m an orphan, right?”

“Uh-huh,” Rachel nods at you.

“Okay,” Dropping the bantering, you find one of Rachel’s hand and squeeze it gently within your own, “Rachel, I’m really glad that you can joke about, you know…”

“I am too,” Rachel meets your gaze and there’s a brief and extremely comfortable moment’s silence before she presses on, “And I believe that what you were about to refer to is the fact that I’m your horny dickgirl slut.”

“That you are,” you assure her as you can feel your softened cock start stirring back to life, and you make sure to plant another kiss on her forehead.

“Funny,” you continue, “back when I used to wonder if I’d ever meet the woman of my dreams, I never thought that when I did, it would involve me giving her a reach-around while fucking her ass.”
“And loving every minute of it, by the way,” you rush to add, while Rachel moans happily in front of you.

“Keep talking like that, stud, and you’ll have to do it again soon…” Rachel assures you.

“Could it wait until after dinner?” You suggest, and now it’s your turn to sport a sheepish grin, “Sorry honey, but I’m starving.”

“Well, you have been exerting yourself an awful lot today,” Rachel’s response is followed by a melodic giggle and her kissing you on the cheek before rolling onto her ass in bed and making sure to rub her buttocks up against your side as she sits there, suddenly facing away from you.

“I have, and who’s to blame for that?” You reply, and get up on your knees behind Rachel to push your largely flaccid cock against the small of her back and her ass while your hands go for her tits.

“A-are you trying to tell me it’s my fault, John?” Rachel says in mock surprise, her tone unsteady thanks to your fingers finding her nipples.

“Uh-huh,” you mumble, and proceed to shower Rachel’s neck with kisses.

“John, I think I’d really like some dinner,” Rachel lets out, one hand stroking your head while the other’s between her legs.

“Isn’t it a little early?” You tease her as you feel your cock begin to stir again.

“Okay, so maybe a shower first,” Rachel grins back at you, “If you insist…”

“I think I might need one, actually,” you admit, and the two of you meet in another kiss.

“Wow, we really made a mess of my bed,” Rachel observes, after the two of you have climbed out of it and are embracing at its foot.

“We seem to do that a lot,” You agree, and smile down at Rachel.

“You know, John, I’ve been thinking,” Rachel begins as you both turn round and head for the door, her arm wrapped round your waist and your left one resting on her right hip.

“That sounds promising,” you interrupt her, making sure to sound as earnest as you are.

“Oh really?” Rachel grins up at you while lead her out onto the landing and towards the bathroom.

“Definitely,” you nod, “So far, your ideas having included us oiling up and you jerking off for me, both of which I loved.

“How about Sexual Forfeit Halo?”

“Oh, I enjoyed that,” you assure her, “Even if I only lost because you got lucky.”

“Huh!” Rachel huffs as you enter the bathroom, and disentangles herself from you so she can strip out of her clothes, “I can beat you every time, mister!”

“Oh honey, I think it’s adorable that you actually believe that,” your humorously patronizing tone gets you an equally humorous angry look from Rachel before she sticks her tongue out at you and pretends to be annoyed when she steps into the shower.

“Anyway, what were you thinking about?” You ask as you join Rachel under the spray of water, your bodies tightly embraced and your arms locked round her waist while her tits press against your chest and you’re treated to the rather curious experience of your cock resting against hers.

“I was thinking that if I cut a hole in the back of a pair of boy shorts, that might give me enough room up front when you fuck my ass,” Rachel tells you, and your cock swells a little more.

“Honey, you’re nothing if not persistent,” you smile at her, and there’s another kiss between you.

“One thing though,” you continue after the kiss is over and you’re turning Rachel around to soap up her back, “could we not call them boy shorts? It’s always sounded a little creepy to me.”

“That related to why you don’t want me to dress up as a schoolgirl?” Rachel is grinning at you over her shoulder once more, which is a sight that never fails to make an impact on you.

“Probably,” you admit.

The conversation dies down as Rachel moans happily while you soap up first her back, then her front – including her genitals, before finally handing her the soap and stepping out from under the spray of water so she can step in under it. Unsurprisingly, it’s with a naughty smile on her lips that Rachel slides her right hand down your stomach, leaving a trail of soap buds in its wake as she wraps her fingers round your cock.

“What do you say, John, still want to wait until after dinner?” Rachel purrs.