The next day Wendy talks to Jen

Wendy awoke the next morning feeling happy and relieved as she made her way to the shower. As she stepped inside the shower the warm hitting her face running down her huge tits to her stomach. The thoughts of last night came flooding back to Wendy. The soreness between her legs reminded her of her actions with Joe last night after the fall dance. She still couldn’t believe that they had sex losing their virginity’s to each other. Joe had the perfect romantic sitting at his family’s old , old farm house as she recounts the images in her mine of last night.

Wendy let out a soft gasp as the soapy water trickled between her thighs, the gentle pressure of her fingers sending a jolt through her sore, swollen flesh. She bit her lip, remembering how Joe had lay her against the bed his thick cock stretching her tight virgin pussy until she screamed. The lavender body wash foamed around her fingertips as she carefully cleaned her tender folds, each brush of her hand making her breath hitch—proof of how he’d claimed her last night. A shiver ran through her as the water rinsed away the last traces of him, her nipples hardening under the spray while her thighs instinctively squeezed together at the phantom ache of his relentless thrusts.

Wendy turned off the shower with trembling hands, her body still humming with the memory of Joe's touch. Steam curled around her as she stepped onto the bathmat, droplets rolling down her flushed skin while she reached for her towel. The terrycloth brushed against her sensitive nipples, making her gasp—even the softest friction felt electric after last night. She dabbed carefully between her thighs, wincing at the tender sting as she blotted away the last traces of moisture. Her phone buzzed on the sink counter, Jen’s name flashing across the screen with a string of heart emojis.

Wendy’s fingers fumbled slightly as she snatched up her phone, her damp skin leaving smudges on the screen. She swiped to answer, pressing the device to her ear as a breathless giggle escaped her lips.

“Oh my *God*, Wendy!” Jen’s voice crackled through the speaker, loud enough that Wendy had to tilt the phone away for a second. “You *have* to tell me *everything*—I saw the way Joe was looking at you last night, and then when you two just *disappeared*—”

A fresh wave of heat rushed through Wendy’s body, her toes curling against the bathmat as she clutched the towel tighter around herself.

Wendy’s breath hitched as she pressed the phone tighter to her ear, her pulse fluttering at the memory of Joe’s hands roaming her body in that creaky farmhouse bedroom. "Jen, it was—*God*—he had it all planned," she whispered, her thighs squeezing together at the phantom ache of him filling her. The towel slipped slightly as she leaned against the sink, the cool porcelain a shock against her overheated skin.

A soft knock at the bathroom door made her jump. "Wendy?" Her mother's voice, strong and strict, cut through the steam. "We need to talk about last—"

Wendy’s stomach clenched. "Jen, I have to go," she hissed into the phone, her fingers tightening around the towel as water dripped from her hair down her spine.

"Wendy." Her mother’s knuckles rapped harder, the door rattling slightly in its frame.

"Coming!"

Wendy’s damp fingers fumbled with the doorknob, her heart pounding as she cracked open the bathroom door just enough to peer out. The hallway light silhouetted her mother’s rigid posture—arms crossed, one foot tapping against the hardwood. Terri’s sharp inhale made Wendy’s pulse spike.

"Young lady," Terri hissed, her manicured nails digging into her biceps as she stepped forward, forcing Wendy to retreat into the steam-filled bathroom. The scent of lavender body wash couldn’t mask the tension thickening the air. "Care to explain why you stumbled in at two AM when I explicitly said midnight?"

Wendy swallowed hard, her damp fingers clutching the towel tighter around her trembling body. "Mom, can we sit on my bed?" she whispered, stepping forward on unsteady legs. The terrycloth brushed against her still-sensitive thighs as she led her mother down the hall, each step sending a fresh pang between her legs—a visceral reminder of why this conversation was happening.

Terri’s perfume—sharp citrus with a hint of vanilla—filled the small bedroom as she perched stiffly on the edge of Wendy’s rumpled comforter. Wendy hesitated, her breath shallow as she lowered herself beside her, the mattress springs creaking under their weight.

Wendy’s fingers twisted in the damp towel as she drew a shaky breath. "Mom, I—" Her throat tightened, but she **** the words out in a whisper. "Joe and I... after the dance, we went back to the farmhouse."

Terri’s sharp inhale cut through the room. Wendy didn’t look up, her gaze fixed on the water droplet sliding from her collarbone down between her breasts. The ache between her thighs pulsed in time with her heartbeat.

"I lost my virginity to him," she breathed, the confession trembling on her lips. The air between them turned heavy, charged with the scent of lavender and the musk of her mother’s perfume.

Terri’s breath hitched—her fingers tightening on the edge of the mattress as she absorbed Wendy’s words. The scent of lavender and steam clung to the air between them, thick with tension.

"You told me you were ready," Terri murmured, her voice low but not unkind. Her manicured nails dug into the floral quilt, the fabric wrinkling under her grip. "But I didn’t think—" She cut herself off, swallowing hard as her gaze flicked down to Wendy’s collarbone, still glistening with droplets of water.

Wendy shivered, the towel slipping slightly as she leaned forward.

Terri’s knuckles whitened against the quilt. "Please tell me you used protection," she whispered, her voice cracking just slightly. "Tell me you were careful."