...And Now the Part with the Sex

As you frantically struggle with the door to your apartment, you can't help but concede that Fay is a woman of her word.

Here you are, just shy of ten minutes removed from the restaurant, and sure enough she's very nearly freed your unbearably hard cock from its pantly prison. You do your best to cram your stubborn key into the lock before she can cram your significantly less stubborn dick into her soaking pussy, the maddeningly floral scent of feminine desire that wafts off of her all but sending you into a feral rut. This isn't working.

You only have two options now: just start banging in the hallway, which increasingly seems like a very feasible choice, or to make the rut work for you. As fun as option one sounds, the part of you that hasn't been reduced to a snorting man-beast elects to go with option two.

Fay lets out a peal of laughter as you abruptly hoist her up, the girl wrapping her arms around your neck and her long legs around your waist as she leans in for a primal, hungry kiss. You do your best to blindly insert your key with one hand as the other finishes the job Fay started and unleashes your manhood, your rock-hard maleness immediately springing up to nestle itself just below the girl's sweltering cleft. Fay moans into your mouth as you carefully line up both the key and yourself, pushing both in with a carefulness that belies your all-consuming need.

Fay's entire body shudders in bliss as you sink inch after inch into her delighted cunny, the door creaking open just in time for you to stampede the two of you over the threshold and into the apartment. You barely have the presence of mind to slam the door shut behind you before whirling around and pressing Fay back up against it, pumping into her with rapturous abandon now that you're on the right side of your private property and public indecency laws.

You release Fay's kiss with a gasp as you thrust into her with your huge shaft, the girl's squelching pussy a red hot velveteen embrace that somehow manages to envelop your entire length in a unbelievably snug grip. She starts to laugh again through her groans of pleasure, her voice melting into a squeal of animal ecstasy as you growl and nip her earlobe. She collapses against you in boneless pleasure, spasming again and again in orgasm as you lift her off of the door and begin walking her around the apartment, bouncing the delirious girl on your enormous cock as if she was weightless. And you're discovering that she pretty much is, as far as you're concerned. Goddamn you're strong now.

The insistent quaking within your groin, however, means that regardless of whether you could carry her around all day, you aren't going to last all that much longer in other ways. So you collapse down onto the couch, Fay half-giggling and half-moaning as you clutch her tightly to your muscled chest and fire loose a massive wad of cum deep into her ravenous womb. She claws rapturously at your arms, her back arched in euphoria and her disguised golden-green eyes erupting in a sun-like flare as the two of you orgasm in unison, her drooling pussy seizing as you fill her with rope after rope of jizz. Jesus Fucking Christ, was that really the first time the two of you have had sex? It felt like your genitals were produced as a matched set or something.

Fay lets out a breathless chuckle as she pushes her sweat-dripping hair back with an arm, her starry eyes glimmering as she favors you with a wide smile. "I didn't think we'd make it."

You give yourself a moment to catch your own breath before responding. "Don't think for a second I wouldn't have fucked you in the hall."

Fay's smile widens as she carefully takes your face between her hands, then leans in for another, much more tender kiss. As she pulls back, you realize that you are still very much erect and she's begun slowly bouncing in your lap again. Now that you've gotten the first one out of the way, though, the animal need isn't quite there anymore. Make no mistake, you are no less thrilled as you carefully wrap an arm around Fay's waist to help support your slow, sensual lovemaking. It's just at a much more relaxed pace, Fay quietly gasping as you settle into a steady rhythm. "Hey, Fay?"

The girl's voice catches in a low groan as she tries to answer. "Y-yeah?"

"You never really said why you decided to stick around this time."

Fay colors slightly at that. "You're really going to make me say it?" You nod, and Fay's flush deepens. "I don't know. I thought you were cute. Do I need a better reason?"

"I don't think so." Fay hums in pleasure as you carefully lace your fingers through hers, gently lowering your entwined hands so she settles comfortably against you. "I think we're good together."

The girl softly murmurs something into your chest as you indulge in the scent of her hair, a mixture of expensive shampoo and rich, earthy loam that you find utterly intoxicating. The two of you are quiet for a moment, the occasional gasp or light grunt from your gentle intercourse the only interruption to the easy silence. Eventually, Fay raises her voice just enough to be barely audible. "This is nice. I like this."

"I do, too."

Fay giggles as you carefully reposition, groaning anew as you shift the two of you into a spooning position and begin speeding up your motions, more than ready to begin round two in earnest. It's not like you have work tomorrow or anything. Getting fired was the best decision ever.

Round Two was followed swiftly by Round Three, and it wasn't until Round Five that you managed to relocate to the bed. You'd lost count of them by the time the two of you finally drifted off to sleep, though it was certainly high up there. You'd consider informing Guinness of your monumental achievement, but they probably don't keep track of erotic records. And magic is probably considered cheating, besides.

Guess this will just have to stay as a personal record.

Fay groans in annoyance as she feels you shifting awake, the girl flinging an arm around you in a peevish attempt to wrestle you back to sleep. "Pillows don't move, you dumb pillow." She yawns widely, snuggling herself more closely against you. "We still gotta sleep for at least three more days."

As nice as that sounds, it probably isn't the best idea. "I should probably start looking for another job today."

Fay apparently disagrees, squeezing you even tighter. "Pillows don't need new jobs. They already have the most important job of all."

"Don't you want breakfast, though?"

Fay starts to respond to that, only to reconsider when her stomach loudly rumbles. "...Touché, Pillow."

Not long after, she's merrily munching her way through another bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch while you half-heartedly scroll through job listings on your laptop. You could probably find another job identical to your old one, though certainly with worse pay and more responsibilities. Honestly the prospect is pretty depressing, but you're going to need money sooner rather than later if you're going to keep rent paid and Fay's cereal flowing. Maybe you could look into construction? You'd never really considered it before, but you're certainly strong enough now for manual labor. At least it would be a change of pace.

You're deep in your considerations when your apartment's intercom buzzes, an almost familiar voice quavering electronically through the speaker. -Hey, is anyone home? Hello?-

Fay raises her eyebrows at you, your only response a helpless shrug as you get up and walk over to the door. Who would be trying to call on you at this time of day? You press down on the speaker button, quizzically responding. "Uh, hello?"

The voice on the other end immediately responds, sounding relieved. -Oh thank God, I left my keys in my apartment and I can't get back in; I've been buzzing people but you're the only person who's been home. You're in 10G? I think you could see me from your window; I swear I live in this building and am not a serial murderer.-

Well consider yourself intrigued, You walk over to the window, push it open, and do your best not to **** in surprise when you spot who it is waving up at you. Fay tilts her head to one side as you stiffly make your way back to the door. "What's up?"

"It's the girl from 4G." you dazedly reply as you buzz her in. "I guess she's coming up here now."

Fay doesn't respond to that, though the look that crosses her face as she pours herself another bowl of cereal strikes you as particularly devilish. You've got no idea what's about to happen. All you know is that you are equal parts excited and terrified, and the feeling is rather like having a heart attack. And that this is almost assuredly going to get weird.