Prudence pays for itself.

"I just want you to know," I grunted, "this is the hardest thing I've ever done in my life." After one last, wistful rub over her pussy I got off and rolled over to lie beside her in bed. My erection was suspended above my belly, angry at being denied.

Yvette was panting. She ran a hand over her scalp, moving back some strands of hair that had fallen over her face. Turning to face me she said, "I didn't think you'd actually listen..." She sounded a little awed, and a little doubtful. "Thank you." Yvette gave me a light kiss on my cheek.

"What do we do now?" I asked.

"Well, we should get that bruise looked after. I have some ointments and creams out in the bathroom but I don't know..." She put a finger to her lower lip in though. "No harm in giving it a shot I guess." Seeing the look on my face she giggled. "Don't worry, we'll figure something out. Even if the pain doesn't go away we can still take care of this little problem," she gripped my cock in a pale little hand and gave it a firm jerk, smiling at the moan this brought out.

"'Little', you say?"

"Mmm... maybe not so little." Yvette still held me in her hand, which was growing hot around my desire. Reluctantly, she let it go after a short while, and got off the bed. "I'll go get the stuff. Let's get you comfortable first." She fussed over me, making sure I was lying comfortably on the pillows. She asked me if I wanted her to remove the towel she'd spread to absorb her fluids, but I declined, saying it was kind of hot to be lying on it. This got her blushing, and she said she supposed she'd be needing it soon anyway. She covered me in a thick, soft blue blanket and put on her t-shirt. She made for the door, but paused with her hand on the handle. I asked her what's wrong.

Yvette turned to me with a look of regret and said, "I'm just really sorry about all of this, the night hasn't been going as I'd promised. Nuh-uh," she raised a finger to her lips to stop me muttering something consolatory. "It's true, let's not deny it. But I promise you, baby, we'll get it right soon. After all," she flashed her split-second smile at me, "I'm not letting you out of this house before you cum on me."

"I'm sorry - on you, did you say?" My voice was hoarse with dryness. She winked in response, opened the door and left, shaking that delicious bum at me in her wake.

As I waited for her to return, I didn't have anything much to do but to look around and think. Yvette's room was spotlessly clean and furnished in tasteful simplicity. The walls were pure white and most woods were painted white as well: everything else a range of cool pastel shades, mostly blue. I remembered the stark black and white she liked to wear and wondered how someone who looked and lived so neat could harbour such a... raunchy sexuality. I could still smell her pussy. I licked my lips, which were sticky with her juices. I savoured the flavour, wanting her to hurry back to bed.

That's when the door swung open again. In walked Yvette, with a pair of tubes in her hands. She smiled reassuringly at me, and once passed the threshold she looked behind her and said, "It's alright. He's covered."

To my bewilderment Ciara trailed in after her sister, dressed in a gown and holding a hot water bag.