Paul is a gentleman.

Your fingers slip from the edges of the table, too weak to keep holding on to the surface that is slicked in sweat. The same slick surface that now causes your glistening, slippery body to slide back aswell, and Paul's cock to leave your dripping wet slit with a satisfying pop. Unable to stop yourself, you can only gasp as you're about to collapse to the floor. But your heroic neighbour is there to save you from such a fate. He hooks his arms under yours to keep you standing and chuckles.

"Well... Looks like you're as satisfied as I am."

He says. You try to form a proper reply, but all that leaves your lips is a dumb giggle while you hang in his grip, your chest heaving to your deep, heavy breaths.

"Come here. I'll get you to your bathroom, so you can take a shower. I'll also eh... Give the table a wipe and clean up our mess on the floor before I go back home."

Paul hooks one of your arms around his neck, before he leans forward to bring one of his arms to your legs and lifts you in a fireman's hold. He grunts softly as he does so, since you're clearly not the lightest person he's ever lifted, but this is something you don't know and don't mind. You'd start a conversation with him, but you're still trying to catch your breath. And it's quite hard to say anything with the constant tickle of your neighbour's seed that oozes from your wet sex. He carries you up the stairs, to the bathroom, as he promised. He even briefly leaves you to grab you your clothes from downstairs. Paul looks at you with a friendly smile.

"Thank you, Em'. Maybe we can... Do this again sometime..? When... Nobody's home, of course. And eh... Please keep this just between you and I..."

You return the smile, your cheeks still rosey and your body still glistening with sweat in the bright lights of the bathroom. You finally managed to calm down enough to be able to form a proper reply.

"Of course. It's our little secret... And I'd love to, Paul."

"I'll leave you to it, then. See you around, Em'."

He says, before he shuts the bathroom door. You hear him head downstairs and rummage about, probably keeping his word and cleaning the mess the two of them made. You exhale a deep sigh and stare at your messy self in the bathroom mirror and grin. Your hair looks wild, your face looks exhausted, and your body looks almost as if you've covered yourself in baby oil. You shake your head and step into the shower, turning the water up extra hot. You haven't felt this relaxed in years.

A slight worry enters your mind as you begin to realise what happened, however. Paul finished inside of you. Without protection. And you're not on the pill, nor on your period. In fact, you think you might be in your most fertile week...