Post-coital bliss.

Matt slid himself out of her with a wet pop and wordlessly went to the bathroom. As he cleaned up, he thought about their future. Would Penny still work? Would she even want to? He looked at himself in the mirror and sighed. This may have been a rash decision, but he and Penny were going to live with it.

Strolling back into the bedroom, he saw that Penny was still staring at the ceiling with a dopey grin. Her breath was labored and she had a hand across her chest as if to preserve her modesty. He sat on the bed next to her, curious to see what she'd say. After a minute or so passed in silence, he realized that she probably wouldn't initiate conversation.

"So," he said amicably. "How are you feeling?"

"Good," she replied slowly. "Real good. I think it's getting hazy, just a little. I think you might have just fucked some of my brains out."

They shared a laugh at that before he issued another command. "Go clean yourself up," he told her.

"Okie-doke!" came the cheerful reply and she hopped up and bounced into the bathroom. While she was in there, Matt put his clothes back on. After waiting a few minutes he realized that she might not be coming back out on her own. He decided to go check on her.

Penny was standing in front of the mirror staring at herself. She seemed to snap out of her reverie when Matt arrived and turned to embrace him.

"I have such a good fuckin' body," she told him. "I love my body. I could just look at it for hours."

"Could you before?" he asked with genuine curiosity.

"I think so. I guess before I would have known that it's weird to just stare at yourself in the mirror," she said. "Now it doesn't bother me. Were you waiting for me out there?"

"Yeah," he told her. "I thought you were gonna come back out."

Penny smiled and played with a strand of her hair. "Oh, that makes sense. Normally when people go to the bathroom they leave again when they're done. I know that, but I just didn't think of it. I was distracted by these amazing tits!"

She hefted them with her hands and let them go, clearly enjoying the resulting bounce. She looked down at them and giggled, wiping her nose with the back of her hand. She repeated the process a few times, still amazed at her own anatomy. Matt wondered if she'd forgotten about him.

He cleared his throat, but she just kept playing with her chest. She was bouncing them now, entranced by the motion. As she began to swing them side to side, he placed a hand on her shoulder and she finally looked up. "Yeah?"

"Penny, why are you playing with your tits?" he asked.

She kept playing with them as she answered. "I've never experienced my body like this. All that negativity is just gone. Plus the left one feels tingly and nice."

"Because you punched it?" he suggested, and a look of realization dawned on her face.

"Oh my God, is that pain? That's pain! It doesn't feel like pain at all! That's why it's so weird, I've never felt anything like it!" She slapped her bruised tit again and Matt winced.

"Penny, you have to stop hurting yourself. I know it's very interesting, but it's a bad idea."

She gave him a funny look. "You're talking down to me right now, aren't you? You're talking like I'm already stupid, and I'm supposed to not like that. But I don't! I don't care, I love it! Insult me! Call me names! Matt, call me a cunt!"

Matt shrugged. "I guess that's better than letting you smack yourself around. Penny, you're a cunt."

She collapsed forward with laughter, draping herself across him. "Oh Matt, you didn't mean that. Say it like you mean it! Tell me you despise me again!"

Her warm body against his had him already getting hard again. She felt it and reached down to stroke him with a soft moan. "Tell me you hate me..." she whispered.