Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

The Cum Contest:9

"Scientist in the streets, whore in the sheets," Abby said. I cocked an eyebrow, a mimic of her own signature expression. "I can get a little, um, crude during intercourse sometimes," she explained. "Though I cannot recall the last time I was ever so effusive. If ever."

Abby sat up. She combed back her straight blonde hair and tied it back into a bun. Then she stood and began collecting her clothes. I lay back, enjoying what was an excellent view of an absolutely stunning woman.

Even during the sex, I don't think I appreciated how amazing Abby's body actually was. Her surprisingly full breasts incongruous with her skinny body. The way her little pink bum would jiggle slightly as she moved. The shimmy of her hips. The way her fingers moved as she buttoned up her jeans, dexterous and almost dancing. The sparks of so much thought processing behind her eyes.

"Well, this was definitely a unique experience," Abby said, now fully clothed. "Thank you, TJ."

"Thank you," I said, genuinely. I was still naked on the floor. It felt very comfortable, in that moment.

"I'm assuming I can collect my winnings now?" Abby said, fixing her glasses pointedly.

"Seems to me that I made you cum pretty loud a moment ago," I said. "Screaming out 'I'm cumming,' 'fuck me,' 'yes, yes, yes.""

believe that occurred after time had passed," she said, still not meeting my

I said, "Just tell the girls what happened after. My reputation could use

Abby paused at that.

of sadness, though I couldn't rationalize why. "But only if you tell the group that

it was my turn to pause. Finally, I nodded my agreement. Abby must have read my regret, however, because she bent down and kissed my forehead. Then she spun on her heel and marched out

my feet and slowly gathered up my clothes. The living room felt oddly empty. Chairs strewn everywhere. Like a strange, selective tornado had ripped through. Most of all though, everything

to slide everything back into place. I was about halfway done when I heard Kelly's bedroom door open. She padded out into the living room, wearing a long, flannel

don't hear you celebrating," she said,

girls won," I

took the prize?" Kelly

"Abby, actually."

"That

to make dinner," I said, no longer wanting to talk