Smoothly

I’m still freaked out when I step into the shower, but Scarlett joins me as I’m washing my dick and convinces me everything will be fine. “We just have to behave ourselves,” she says, which turns out to mean only that she can’t scream when I fuck her, since she cums four more times on my mouth and cock before we get out of the shower. She does manage not to scream, at least.

*******

After Scarlett went home, I ended up working long hours for a few days to make up for the time off. Lily was a little stiff with me for a day or so, but it didn’t take long before our relationship was back to normal—except that she now has more things to tease me about. To listen to her, you’d think I’m a doddering old geezer with a bad heart and it’s a miracle I survived even one night with Scarlett, let alone a week.

There have been a couple nights this week that Lily has stayed with one friend or another, and I have to admit I’ve kept one ear open for a surprise visitor, but no one has come. I do expect to see Scarlett again at some point, but I understood when she said she had to be careful not to make her parents suspicious. As for the other girls, I’m starting to think that was all overblown. Lily’s gone again tonight—in fact, she’s gone for a couple nights—and I’m still keeping an ear out for someone to show up, but I don’t really expect—

No sooner do I think that than the doorbell rings. Irony’s a bitch, isn’t she? In this case, though, she’s a bitch who’s putting out . . . I get up and go answer the door.