No

The guy seemed hesitant about taking more. "I don't know... No, let's not rush things," he said. "My body feels weird."

But the girl persisted. "This is sooo hot! Can I finish you off at least?"

Her boyfriend finally agreed: "Yeah... Yes, of course."

Tom heard footsteps approaching his own apartment as Sarah called out: "Tom, I think it would be cool for us to go somewhere for the weekend — like a small trip."

Caught off guard by her arrival, Tom's first instinct was just to agree. But on the other hand, if he missed anything important from their neighbors upstairs, it would kill him.

"I don't know... What did you have in mind?" Tom asked, still trying to hide his cum-covered hand and the stain on the couch.

Sarah looked at him with a puzzled expression that slowly turned into disappointment. "Just go to the bathroom or use napkins next time... Jesus, Tom…" she said, clearly seeing the evidence of his mess.

Tom remained silent, feeling like a little kid who'd broken a vase or a dog who'd peed on the carpet. He wanted nothing more than to lay down on his back and surrender.

Sarah sighed: "Just go clean yourself."

Tom felt utterly degraded as he stood in the bathroom, his heart pounding in his chest. He wasn't sure how to fix this or what was coming next. He washed his hands and noticed wetness in his pants - a reminder of his lack of control.

The sounds of Sarah trying to wipe the stain from the couch only made him feel worse. He couldn't explain or understand why he felt a strange mix of sadness and arousal. His heart raced as he slowly became angry with himself.

Sarah called out: "Do you want to talk about this? I think we should talk, really... Let's just talk."

Tom headed for the shower, needing to wash away not just the physical evidence but his emotions too. As he did so, he overheard his neighbors going into their bathroom:

"Look at you," said the girl. "My little bear... kiss is... kiss getting bigger."

Her boyfriend seemed surprised: "Wow, I do look taller... Wow, maybe my hands are a little bigger too... Did you find a ruler?"

The girl's voice was filled with excitement: "Give me a sec… Oh, look at this hard fellow! 6 inches!"

There was a pause before her boyfriend replied: "Just 6? I mean... Wow, okay."

Tom felt the rush of arousal again but also pain.

Tom emerged from the bathroom, still feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on him. He sat on the bed next to Sarah, unsure where to start.

Sarah broke the silence first: "I need to admit... I'm not really sexually active most of the time." She seemed nervous, picking at her nails as she continued. "And honestly? A lot of the time I don't really want it. I understand that you have needs though, and I accept that."

She looked up at Tom, a pained expression on her face. "Just… don't hide it," she said softly. "It just makes everything more awkward."

Tom nodded slowly, feeling like he was walking on eggshells as they navigated this new level of honesty between them.

Sarah suggested: "Maybe we should go out of town for a couple days? Just to clear our heads and spend some time together?"

There was no way for him to refuse, "Yeah, I think that would be really helpful."