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.""

down at her surprisingly nice, dark dress shoes. "I believe that occurred after time had passed," she said,

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

Abby paused at that.

said, straightening. Again, I felt a little wave of sadness, though I couldn't rationalize why.

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

my clothes. The living room felt oddly empty. Chairs strewn everywhere. Like a strange, selective tornado

padded out into the living room, wearing a long, flannel sleep

hear you celebrating,"

girls won,"

the prize?" Kelly

"Abby, actually."

"That girl is full

make dinner," I said, no longer wanting to talk about this, "Can