(Laura) Epilogue

David did get his clothes back. Milly and Lin looked particularly sad as he slipped his boxer briefs on.

"Just when I was gettin used to seein' you flop around. I could watch that shit all day!" Lin complained.

The group, now all fully clothed, decided to start on dinner. The whole house hustled about the kitchen to whip up a huge stir fry, sans Laura and David, who were practically dragged by the ear by Laylah to clean up their mess in her room.

It took a lot of work, the two of them really did kinda fuck up bigtime. Laura was neither her chill normal self, nor indulging in her more dominant persona. No she was just embarrassed as she scrubbed Laylah's carpet in her office-like ensemble.

They cleaned up mostly in silence, though at one point, Laura blushed and said, "Hey um... sorry if things got a little... uh... weird. I like to um... order people around in the bedroom... and uh... embarrass them."

"Yeah that was pretty apparent, Laura." David said plainly.

"Yeah... You're um.... you're a pretty good sub." she admitted.

"Gee, thanks." David said with a frown.

"Compliment! It was a compliment, I swear! Just saying, if you ever get into this kinda stuff more I think you'd be very popular. Not a lotta guys wanting to be dommed that look like you."

"I'll keep it in mind next time I'm at the BDSM club."

"...... well you seemed to like it just fine."

"....................... a little."

Laura smiled and they worked quietly for a little longer.

"You're really good with your mouth, by the way." she remarked.

"Good enough, clearly." David said, referring to the post-sex puddle they were both cleaning out of Laylah's carpet.

"Yeah, I know. Look, that was a surprise for me too. I've never lost control like that before in my whole life, okay? Just take the damn compliment." Laura huffed.

"Really? That like... doesn't happen to every girl?" David asked naively.

"You're kidding right?" Laura asked, her thin glasses riding low on her nose as she looked at David inquisitively.

"Uh... yeah! Haha! a joke!" David said nervously.

Laura smirked, "Are you sure Laylah isn't dating you? She'd have to be an idiot to pass up a guy who could eat her out so good she pisses herself."

"Nope. Friends. Always have been, always will be." David proclaimed.

"Hm... wanna come to China with me? It's lonely in Beijing. The guys there aren't too keen on dating a 6-foot Godzilla. I could use a guy like you around to help me vent some stress."

"I'll pass. Chinese food gives me gas." David joked.

Laura smiled, "Worth a shot..." she paused a moment and her eyes widened a little in a thought, "shit, I just realized, I never got you off."

"Huh?"

"You never let you cum. I kept you hanging the whole time, but things kinda got outta hand. With how hard you were, your blueballs must be ready to explode right now." Laura remarked.

"I'm fine. Blueballs are just a madeup thing to pressure girls into having sex with desperate guys." David said.

"Yeah, I know I know, but like... iunno, its only fair. You gave me an orgasm to remember, you sure you don't want one back?" Laura asked.

"Laura, really I'm fine." David insisted

"Are you suuuuuuure?" Laura asked, lifting her grey skirt to show she had no panties on underneath.

"................................... Yes Miss Felton."