Yes, and sadly for Felicity another yes

He gently lowers her down from where she has been pressed against the wall. As her heels make contact with the floor her knees shake slightly, and for a brief moment she is sure they will give way and send her to the floor. But his hands still hold her and gives her the chance to find her balance again and allow her body to recover from the hard fucking she has just experienced.

As she stands there, she realises her dress is still bunched around her waist, leaving her half naked should anyone happen upon them right now. Then again, she tells herself, had someone walking up the stairs a minute or two earlier, it wouldn’t just have been her half naked body they’d have seen, but a whole lot more.

“Wow” she finally manages to say, unsure just what else is appropriate right now as she starts to wiggle her dress back down, not even bothering to wipe the drying cum from her thighs, let alone retrieving her thong to put it back on.

“Wow indeed” he agrees as he stands there, clearly not worried about the possibilities of anyone coming along, his trousers and boxers still around his knee, his cock, which Felicity is sure is still semi-hard even after he has cum, hanging thickly downwards, glistening with their shared fluids. “I must say, it’s been a little while since I had the pleasure of an eighteen-year-old, but even then, I cannot recall previous girls being quite so warm and tight and delightful to be inside as you.”

She knows she is blushing again at the rather strange compliment, as well as strangely pleased he seems to be telling her he doesn’t fuck a teen every weekend.

“It was amazing” she feels the need to add to her previous wow, although even now she is struggling to put hr words together, still shocked by what has happened, how daring she has been, how shocked her friends would be should she tell them what she has done.

“Now I suppose we should get you back downstairs though young lady, wouldn’t do keeping you away too long, your parents might worry.” As he talks he reaches to bring his boxers and trousers back up, carefully tucking his cock away as she watches him, wondering if she will see that cock again.

“My thong?” she questions him once he looks ready to return downstairs, but he just smiles at her as he pats the jacket pocket where he placed it earlier.

“Maybe you can get it back next week?” he suggests, and it’s an effort for Felicity not to squeal in excitement as she comprehends just what that would mean, that she would see him again. "But for now, we should creep back the way he came" he continues as he takes her hand and begins to lead her back to the stairs.