Science Ch 23

Maybe you aren’t quite back to your old self. There never used to be enough room in your head for thinking and sex at the same time. Maybe it’s all the thinking you’re doing that helps you last so long. You can usually only make Kayla cum from just your dick on your second go, but it happens quickly tonight. She quivers all over and cries out into the covers while you savor the spasms inside her, massaging your shaft. It’s satisfying to hear her ragged breathing and watch her asshole twitch.

She falls on her side with a big smile, gasping for breath. Your cock sticks out in the open, twitching needily. Kayla is quick to recover. She rolls onto her back, then sits up.

“I know what you want. Come on.”

You eagerly bring her your cock, and she wraps it in her breasts. She does know you well. She looks so sexy doing it that she only has to for thirty seconds before you’re impatiently grabbing your shaft, jerking hard, and coating her chest with a thorough glaze.

It’s a big mess and for the first time in your life, you fully intend to spend the night with Kayla Jameson. You follow her into the shower. A little playful touching turns to making out. That becomes serious groping. Then you’re on your knees, eating her out. She cums under the steaming water, and you fuck her again, up against the tiles. The exertion is incredible, and you’ll regret it later; you have to go hard to get yourself over the finish line a second time so soon after the first. You pull out just in time and nut all over her reddened thigh.

In bed, you have to lie down gingerly to protect your tender back. She moves in close on your left side, but she’s not exactly snuggling. Her expression is guarded.

“Whatever happened, it fucked up more than your back,” she says finally.

“That’s not nice.”

“I’m serious. Are you OK, Flynn?”

“Do I seem that off?”

“Yeah. You’re so serious.”

“I am?”

“You can’t tell?”

You run your hand through your hair. “I don’t know. Thanks for meeting up with me.”

“Don’t say stuff like that. It’s weird. You’re really sleeping here?”

“I am if you are.”

“Is it family drama? There’s no way your family is as loud as ours,” Kayla says.

“They’re pretty loud.”

IT’S NOT US!

Waking up with Kayla is nice. Maybe a little too nice; you’re fiercely hungry, but Kayla pulls you into some incredibly exciting mutual masturbation. Covers kicked off, she jerks your cock while you finger her. You are about to push her flat on her back and climb on top. Morning breath doesn’t matter when you’re this horny. Her hand is heaven.

Your phone goes off.

You didn’t tell anyone where you went last night. It’s just a harmless text from your mother. She wants to know that you’re safe. It doesn’t matter that you’re an adult.

Your left hand is dripping wet, but your right is free. You grab the phone.

Equal parts annoyed and amused, Kayla keeps stroking you. She picks up the pace, and you gasp softly as you try to comprehend the text.

It’s just not like her to say something like that. It’s not the clearest, either.

Then Rey chimes in:

You’re getting a bad feeling about this.