A romp, interrupted.

You enjoy a nice bout of sex on Bella's couch, with her riding you energetically and then putting her down on her stomach to fuck her prone, with her luscious, round ass providing a delightful cushion against your pounding. She fucks like a wild thing, spurred on by her defiant desire to forget about her asshole ex-boyfriend. She's frank, too, not afraid to tell you what she wants and what she likes. It's fun and exciting.
"Thanks for rescuing me tonight..." she says at one point, while you are making your way from the couch to the bedroom.
"It was my pleasure." You kiss her, and she runs her nails down your bare back.
"Mine too...."
You fuck some more on her soft queen bed. You notice a few things in her bedroom that must belong to Bradley: a pair of boxers peeking out from under the bed, and a man's zippered hoodie, too big for Bella, with the initials "SDSU" on it. You sneer at the rival of the University you would have attended. There's also a box of condoms in an open drawer of Bella's night stand, almost empty.
While lazily fucking Bella on her side, you ask, "You... you always made him use condoms?"
"Wha....oh yeah... I... I usually do for a while with guys, until I know we're serious..." she smiles, sweat-matted hair framing her lovely face.
"Oh?" you laugh. "Are we serious, then?"
"Well...I guess..." she get's a little bit of a guilty look now. "I guess I was a little forward, huh?"
"I mean... I certainly don't mind. You feel amazing." You rub her nipple with one hand and squeeze an ass cheek with the other.
"Thanks, baby...." her eyes roll up. "Ohh.....it feels so good to get fucked raw... truth be told, usually by now, I would have... let him...but...he's such a dick that I made him keep wearing them."
You cum, pulling out and depositing your load on her hip. "Fuuuck...." you start looking around for something to wipe her down with.
"You didn't have to do that..." she murmurs.
"Old habits I guess." You aren't sure what that was supposed to mean.
"Hmmm.... use this..." Bella grabs the hoodie. "It's Brad's." You shake your head.
"Remind me not to get on your bad side." you laugh, using the hoodie to clean off your cum from the beautiful girl's body.
"I....hate...being called a bitch. I know some girls don't care, and even call each other it....but my dad used to call my mom a bitch all the time..." she screws up her face in anger. "And I just..."
"Say no more. I get it." you toss the soiled sweatshirt aside. "You want to hit the shower? I love showering with a girl after sex."
"Absolutely, baby..."
You enjoy a nice hot shower together. Her bathroom is smallish, but her shower is spacious enough, and the humidity, proximity and hormones lead to some fooling around. Bella's in the middle of sucking your rapidly hardening cock when, over the sound of the water, you hear the sound of someone pounding on the front door.