Talk about what happened

Your head is still reeling from the multiple orgasms. You fall off the bed, landing on your butt on the floor right in front of Emily. She kisses you on the cheek. "You're welcome," she says, licking her fingers.

"T-thank you," you manage to say. "Wow. Thank you." Your run a hand through your blonde hair, still a little flustered. "Wow. Have you- have you done that before?"

"No," Emily says. "But apparently I'm a natural." She thrusts her chest out at you a little. "Are you feeling okay?"

Whenever you move, it feels like another mini-orgasm floods through your body. You sit against Emily's bed like a doll, confused and happy. "Yes!" you announce. "Yes, no, I'm feeling great!"

"Orgasms are good for the soul," Emily says matter-of-factly.

"Then my soul is going to be really good, considering how many you just gave me," you say.

Emily laughs and crosses her legs. "I think I'm going to skip out on Jack's for today. But you should come with me next time I see him."

"Uh, yeah, sure," you mutter. Your head is still a little foggy, even though it's been more than a minute since your last orgasm.

"You really feel okay? Not just pussy-wise. I mean, you're okay with what happened?" she asks. God bless this woman. What kind of person gives someone the best orgasms of their life and then checks in to make sure they're emotionally stable? A saint, that's who.

"No, no, I'm really good!" you insist. "Wow, Emily, thank you." You reach over to where your pants were discarded with one shaky hand and slowly pull them back over your legs.

"Good," she says. "I'm glad." She kisses you again, this time on the lips. She doesn't slip you any tongue, though. Compared to what she was doing with her lips a few minutes ago, this kiss seems practically virginal.