Keep QUIET!

Sandy made no response, to the final taunt, pulling the borrowed covers over her tightly. What would a guy do at getting caught jacking off? He'd probably be embarrassed. It seemed the best course of action was to pretend that she hadn't heard it.

"You're gonna ... I think you freaked him out." Nathan whispered.

"Mmm ... good. Day one, one PIV..." Kelly giggled. "Feels so good inside, with your come all up in me."

"That's dangerous." Nathan replied.

"That's what makes it hot. I want him up in me too ... All that hot sperm, fighting to knock me up..." Kelly's voice became sultry.

"Hey! I'm not going to be your baby-daddy!" Nathan complained.

"Shhh ... my fantasy time now. It's what makes it hot. All those guys, nothing between any of us ... all of you trying to make me a mommy..." Kelly panted, her words beginning to grow distant as she reveled in the fantasy. "A harem of guys, one after the other..."

"You ARE on the pill, right?" Nathan asked, a note of panic in his voice.

"Aaaaand way to completely ruin the mood." Kelly sighed. "Here I am, thinking about you all up in me, merging with me, and you have to remind me that it isn't going to happen. Thanks. Thanks a fucking lot."

"I wasn't trying to..."

"Shut up. I thought I made it clear that this was what made me hot." Kelly's voice had become angry. "Just ... just let me cool off."

"I'm sorry." Nathan apologized.

"No, you just ... Come on. Not now. I want to sleep now."

"Do you want to get back in your bed?"

"Oh ... OH FUCK YOU!" Kelly nearly shouted. "Hope you enjoyed that, because it's ALL the pussy you're getting from me."

There were several quick sounds which Sandy recognized as a body leaving one bed and climbing into another. The sound of breathing was very prominent in the room, and Sandy feared moving for a few minutes as she listened. The moment had turned from one of erotic bliss to one of frustration and anger in only a few short moments.

Sandy attempted to keep her own breath shallow, in the manner of sleep. She didn't want to make any more noise, and the feeling of wetness had changed from one of delightful heat to one of rather unpleasant messiness. She would probably have to change the sock before she went out the next day, she reflected unhappily.

It was a long time before she managed to get herself back to sleep, and when she did it was an uneasy and unrestful one.