Friends Exploring New Benefits

Leigh and Mark were sitting down in a corner booth, a bit away from any other lunch crowd guests. This wasn't a real date, the standing weekly lunch grab was a way to stay good friends despite some awkward friend group situations. Leigh had been arguing with herself for a couple of days about her shift in conversation topic, but finally decided to just see where things went.

L: Hey, can I ask you something, but promise that you will either answer or pretend like I never asked?

M: Sounds ominous. No, I'm not a member of the Illuminati, but yes, I do like both Star Trek and Star Wars.

L: Ha, no. Promise?

M: Fine, I promise.

L: I'm assuming you do, so I'll go with how often do you, you know, relieve yourself in private?

M: Well this took a somewhat unexpected turn. I'm assuming you're talking about, [checks to see if the waiter is bringing anything over] masturbating? And not just how frequently I have to pee when I'm at home?

Leigh's eyes widened at his clarifying question, for some reason hearing him be so blunt about it out loud made her very interested, she could feel her face flush a little. Now that she's asked, she's forgotten where she expected this conversation would go. She's never talked to a guy friend, or heck even a boyfriend really about sexual gratification but she trusts Mark to either take it in stride or figure out a way around it without hurting their friendship. Leigh's mind races, and it takes a few seconds for her to realize she forgot Mark asked a question.

M: Was I correct? Because the answer to the second is that it's about as frequent as when I'm out and highly dependent on how much tea and Cheerwine I've drunk recently.

L: Yeah, that's what I meant.

Now it was Mark's turn to consider. He had multiple girls with whom he'd discussed sex with before, but it was typically more clinical and certainly never about schedules. He was trying to remember ever telling a friend that he'd jacked off at any particular time. No, that seemed pretty unlikely to have happened.

M: Well that's a little bit personal, I don't think I've ever really talked to someone about that, certainly not someone of the female persuasion.

L: You can forget about it then, just act like I didn't say anything.

M: I didn't say I wouldn't answer, I was just thinking out loud. I'd say it depends...

The waiter walked up with refills for the teas that they were drinking, along with the food that they'd ordered. Neither of them were very adventurous from a food perspective, Mark at least suspected that's part of what made them good friends. He'd also say that, given the stereotypes, for college kids they were each not very adventurous on really any front. Although, then again, Leigh was the first to ever ask him how often he fantasized and got himself off.

M: ... I'd say it depends on when we're talking about. I go through times where I'd say it's not very often for a guy, like maybe once to twice a week, to maybe more than is average for a guy, where it could be more than once per day. Not that I've ever actually gone around and polled the dudes that I know how often they do it.

Leigh started to consider this, wondering possibly if she'd gotten herself in over her head by starting this conversation. And then, she heard -

M: So, do you ever masturbate? It seems like a fair exchange of information.

Leigh's eyes went wider than the first time he'd said 'masturbate', probably because it included a question that felt somehow more personal to her than her question to him did. Maybe that was just stereotypes getting to her. She probably should've anticipated that this question would reflect back to her. Again, her internal dialogue set up some silence that Mark felt the need to fill.

M: Based on everything you hear, read, whatever it's supposed to be harder for y'all I guess, but more enjoyable if done right. Still, I answered you. So. Do you?

Mark was uncertain where this kind of talk would go. He really did just think of Leigh as a friend (a cute friend to be sure). Why had Leigh brought this subject up? It was very unlike her. He hoped at this point that she would answer, but also knew that it was possible this would be a one-sided conversation.

Leigh considered her options as she ate some food to buy herself some time. She could avoid, which Mark may expect at this point. She could be honest and just say that she's done it a couple times but only with inspiration, or she could lie in either direction to sound more experienced or supremely innocent. Mark answered completely and seemingly truthfully, so she decided to test where the conversation would go and answer honestly.

L: I've done it a few times, mostly when I've read a book that got me wanting to do it.

M: Really? I'm not sure why but I think that may have been the most surprising answer between "none", "frequently", and "sparingly". Now I'm very curious what you were reading.

L: Nothing trashy, just sometimes books have very good scenes about the main characters kissing and stuff. And that makes me think about it happening to me.

M: I guess that's fair. I wasn't judging at all. As a guy I'm genuinely quite curious as to what makes y'all tick on that level. That also sounds like some good reading.

L: Are you looking for book recommendations?

M: That would certainly broaden my horizons out of fantasy and sci-fi.

L: Maybe I'll let you know the next time I get that kind of book.

M: Well that would clue me in on what activity you'd recently been doing.

L: You would've been doing the same sometime around then anyhow. Maybe I'll make you tell me when your last time was in order to get the recommendation, so we're on even footing.

A few more bites get eaten from each plate as a tense lull occurs in the conversation. Mark decides that if Leigh started this, she can push it as far as she'd like it to go. Leigh is considering whether she wants to learn more, and decides to ask a follow up.

L: So if you don't read to help yourself, you know, what do you do?

M: I often just use my imagination and think of a situation involving sexy stuff with a girl. I have read some material before, and I've also looked up what I'd say is more of "soft porn" kind of stuff. Like it's not scripted stuff or even just two people going at it and having sex, but more of pictures of things that I'm wanting in the moment and occasionally short videos. Tumblr was quite useful for that before they changed their rules.

L: Imagination? Do you daydreaming about people you know?

M: Yes and no at the same time. It's often girls that I've met and known but I try to avoid thinking about girls that I interact with frequently because, well, [Mark leaned in to speak a little more quietly in case the waiter returned] it might be a bit awkward for me if we had these lunches and I had masturbated to the thought of us doing something and you didn't know that was going on and such.

Mark leaned back, wondering what Leigh might do with that tidbit. She seemed keen on knowing more about this, which was still surprising given Mark's assumptions on her relative chastity.

L: I guess that's kind of you. Your consideration almost makes me want to say you can think of me anytime as long as you let me know.

M: I've never had that kind of arrangement before. I guess I'll almost let you know next time, I'll send something innocuous like a period or something.

L: Romantic, couldn't even make it an exclamation mark?

M: Fine, an exclamation mark. How about an exclamation mark if it's personal for you and a period if I'm just making your day a little less comfortable?

A couple of days go by, getting to the weekend without much more communication. And then Leigh's phone buzzed on Friday morning with a simple

"!"

Leigh got excited at seeing the text, but then unsure what to do next about it. She still had a couple of classes to go to that day, but remembered that Mark spent Fridays with a free schedule. How should she respond? She could just ignore it, but she'd have to talk to him eventually. She wanted to know more: why was it a "!" and not a "."? Why was that turning her on? Well, she had opened that herself during lunch, so that one might have answered itself. What was Mark thinking she would do with this text? Respond with her own "!"? Probably not.

[The door to her apartment closed loudly] Right, she remembered, class first.

Leigh made it to her only Friday class and tried to concentrate, but her mind kept thinking about the "!", and wanting to know more details. Near the end of class she decided to reply to Mark. Since his message had been short, she decided something short was in order as well.

L: Enjoy yourself this morning?

M: Yeah (; it was a good way to start a weekend.

L: Got any other plans?

M: Not today. I'm getting kinda hungry though.

M: Wanna get Bojangles?

L: Um, sure, I just got out of class. Meet there or can you give me a ride?

M: I'll give you a ride, I'm heading out now, so maybe 10 minutes? At your apartment?

L: Sounds good.

Mark knew he was not thinking completely straight, but he wanted to know where Leigh would go with this opportunity of being alone, even in public, after he'd followed up their earlier talk with a "!". It wasn't a lie, and his mind was racing a bit hoping that their Friday might become much more interesting. His roommate just told him that he was heading home for the weekend so he could introduce his girlfriend to his family, which meant Mark had his apartment to himself.

Leigh got back to her apartment a few minutes before Mark was supposed to arrive to pick her up. She was determined now to chase whatever she and Mark had started. She didn't have any plans for the day either. What should she wear? Her t-shirt and jeans was probably not going to make her chase go simpler, but her wardrobe was demure. Even if she had something she considered scandalous, she would still be in full view of her classmates and potentially would run into people at Bojangles, it wasn't exactly a secret spot. A dress then, with a lower neckline that she often wore but not anything that was too revealing.

D: Parked in a guest spot

L: Getting in the elevator.

Mark started driving a few seconds after getting that text, and saw Leigh emerge from the building with her backpack and wearing a cute blue dress. He wondered to himself if the backpack meant that Leigh was planning on continuing their conversation from their lunch. He hadn't mentioned anything besides lunch. Leigh got in the car.

D: Brought homework with you?

L: Figured it couldn't hurt to be prepared.

D: How was class?

L: I'm not sure, I wasn't paying a lot of attention.

D: No? Why not?

L: A boy texted me that he thought about me while touching himself. It was distracting.

D: Oh really? Distracting? I'd like to hear more about that.

L: I bet you would. Did you really do that and think of me this morning?

D: Yes, I wouldn't lie to you about that.

L: What exactly did you think of doing with me?

D: Well, honestly not as much as I expected. I imagined that you and I were watching tv in my apartment, that I had to go pee and you decided you needed to as well, that I got a little sidetracked due to being turned on and thus a bit erect and so started a little late and then didn't have the door fully closed so when you were walking back to the couch you looked in and could see me and my dick. And then you asked if you could look more because you hadn't really spent time looking at one in person, and I, being a gentleman you understand, was happy to allow you especially since you'd seen it already. And looking led to touching, and you touching my dick led to arousal and that led to us starting to make out and about that time my body decided it had had enough imaging and my cum decided to, well, come out.

L: So just my seeing your penis made it so we started making out?

M: Well other plans could have developed but apparently that was effective this morning at making things happen.

L: What was in the plan?

M: Hmmm, it wasn't fully planned. But with continued making out I would assume would lead to touching over clothes, touching under clothes, kissing on spots that were covered by clothes that since got removed, touching in lots of fun places, and probably imagining some oral sex stuff. I would hate to presume that you would engage in first time making out unplanned intercourse.

L: It sounds like a pretty haphazard fall into making out. Did we say anything during that?

M: Why would I distract myself with the details of conversation? Then I might get fixated on what was said and then take a few times to figure out what would be good or better and then I might lose the thought process and not be able to finish well and no thanks that sounds like too much to focus on.

They arrived at lunch, and ordered their usual and found a table in a corner where they could see people walking by and coming in. The restaurant was pretty crowded, so neither felt that they could start a conversation about masturbation and feel comfortable about it.

L: So no plans for the weekend at all?

M: Not really, Jeffrey took Ann to meet his parents, so I'm home alone for the weekend. I'm sure something will come together or I'll just play the XBox and get homework done. What about you? Home or anything?

L: I've got a roommate dinner tomorrow night, but otherwise no real plans. I went home the last couple weekends so I decided I'd stay up here this weekend.

M: Want to come hang out at my place?

L: And watch tv?

M: Or play a game, do your homework, whatever makes you happy.

L: What if your story from earlier would make me happy?

The words left Leigh's mouth before she could grab them and put them back in. She knew that's what she actually wanted but she also couldn't believe she'd been so forward. Well, on second thought, he'd been the forward one this morning and she was just responding to an implied invitation. So really she was just being a good and polite communicator. Not just horny and wanting to add some benefits to this friendship.

Mark nearly spit out his drink of sweet tea, but managed to swallow it down. He knew her interest could lead to this kind of idea, and had been hoping for it to, but it was still just a hope and not an expectation. He didn't want to over promise and under deliver or push too far and Leigh back out on him. But he also knew that the ball was in his court.

M: Your wish could be my command, m'lady, if you're certain.

L: Let's go, and we'll see if I can keep my resolve. I have questions to ask in the car.

They both were already nearly done, and the rest of their meal went by quickly as they both were eager to drive to Mark's prospectively empty apartment with plans of misbehaving. Leigh was considering how blunt her first question should be as they got in the car. She landed on completely.

L: If I dared you to right now, would you drive with your shorts unzipped and your penis pulled out?

M: I'm not sure, are you daring me to do that?

Leigh thought about it for about 20 seconds, she could tell from Mark's response that he absolutely would do that but was giving her one last chance to back out. She considered his offer.

M: Also, you know that dares typically get exchanged.

L: Yes, I'm daring you to do that. Drive the rest of the way with your penis where I can see it.

M: Alright, hopefully we don't get nosy neighbors at any red lights.

Leigh giggled at the thought. She now had decided to just go with whatever happened. She knew from the multiple chances Mark had given her to back out that she could trust him to stop if she needed him to, and that she wanted him more because of that.

M: Okay but don't judge entirely at the moment, it's not fully erect.

Leigh looked down and saw Mark's penis pulled out from his shorts. She wanted to lean down and inspect it very closely, but also she wanted to make sure they made it to the apartment safely. She couldn't move her eyes off of it though. She wanted it touching her. Wait, to touch it? No, she wanted it touching her, that was right.

It took Leigh a couple of seconds to realize that her left had was now in her lap and between her legs a little. Becoming conscious of it, she moved it down her leg to be a little less overt. She knew that she wanted to bring it back up her leg but up her dress this time.

M: I can see you're enjoying your dare. I tell you what, if my parking lot at home is completely empty, I'll walk in the house like this.

Leigh looked up into Mark's face a bit shocked but also her arousal had increased at least two-fold. She simply nodded and made a small noise that was an attempt at saying that Mark's idea sounded very fun.

M: My turn to dare, but since we're over halfway to the apartment, I'll make mine about being in the apartment. I dare you once we get inside to not wear a bra at least until we leave for me to drive you home.

L: Okay.

M: Just a couple more minutes. There were people there when I left, so don't hope too much.

L: While we have time, what things do you look up when you need more than just your thoughts to masturbate? I've been wondering since the other day.

M: Changes, but often tumblr sites that blur the line on scanty clothes and nudity and search for midriff, searched for braless to see what comes up, looked for images or videos of girls pissing, and one that's hard to get results on but I think I found the right combo is amateur manual girl masturbation.

Leigh learned that she had some shirts and shorts or skirts that she could use on Mark in the future. She was wondering about the peeing thing, it had come up twice now. She was intrigued, but not enough to ask more about it now. She resolved to satisfy at least two of those searches for Mark before the end of the day though.

As they pulled up, the parking lot only had one car in it, for an apartment facing the exact opposite of their path to get into Mark's apartment.

L: Looks empty where we're going.

M: I guess it's your lucky day then.

Mark winked at her, and as they pulled into the parking spot his hand moved from the shifter over to Leigh's leg where he just laid it there for a few moments. Leigh was caught between two moves she wanted to do, and the car came to a stop before she could pull Mark's hand up her leg or respond with a hand in his lap. Mark removed his hand, did not put his now erect penis into his shorts, and got out of the car and actually walked towards the door to the apartment. Leigh could barely believe it and was a few steps behind because she was staring. As she got up the steps and looked in the door that Mark left open, she could see that he'd taken off his shorts completely and was standing inside in just his boxers and shirt. As she got through the door, he moved behind her and closed it.

M: Well, it's your move now. My dare for you to take your bra off still stands.

L: Do you want me to do it, or do you want to help me?

M: I'd be happy to.

Leigh pulled her hair forward so her back was easily accessible, and she turned around to give Mark access. Mark quickly stepped forward and opened the clasp so Leigh could remove her bra. A couple of quick sleeve exchanges and Leigh offered the bra for Mark to put down.

Leigh felt a bit exposed, knowing that she may have her nipples showing through in this dress at any moment, but the untamed part of her mind wanted to just pull the dress over her head entirely.

M: You look very... quite... ummm... I like this a lot.

Leigh stepped forward to close the gap between them, pulling her dress forward a little to accentuate the depth of her neckline. Mark placed his hands on her hips as she stepped forward, firmly pulling her even closer and into a near full body embrace. His eyes moved all around Leigh now, looking over her chest, neck, eyes, and legs. Leigh could see Mark's excitement and wanted to encourage it, so she grabbed his left hand at the wrist and moved it up from her waist to the side of her breast.

L: You can touch me where there's clothes. [Mark gave an inquiring look to verify] Yes, I'm sure.

Leigh moved Mark's hand so it was on her breast. Mark's thumb began petting, perfectly placed on Leigh's nipple to increase her excitement even more. She realized in an instant why this was included in foreplay. The fabric of her dress was softly dragging across back and forth with the movement of Mark's thumb. Her nipple became hard, poking visibly into her dress.

M: What can I touch you with? [Mark licked his lips a little, looking entranced by Leigh's boob]

Leigh responded in a satisfied, minor moan:

L: Whatever you want.

In a moment, Mark had his mouth on Leigh's nipple, sucking on it through the fabric and using his tongue to flick it up and down. Leigh let out a delighted gasp, this was the feeling she'd been after when she dared to ask Mark about how often he touched himself. She also knew right now that she wanted Mark on her skin. He continued sucking her tit and flicking his tongue on it, while also moving his head forward and back a bit to press on and then release her boob. Mark's hands were exploring Leigh's body, one paying a lot of attention to her other boob while the other was feeling her back down to the top of her ass and the front of her just above her crotch. His respect was noted by Leigh, but also unwanted at the moment. Mark paused and looked up into Leigh's eyes, and then moved in to kiss her lips. Leigh moved forward, lips already slightly parted from enjoying Mark's tit sucking, and she felt electricity as their lips touched. She had imagined this moment a few times recently, and pleasure pulsed down her body as her thought became a reality. A first kiss became a second, and then a third, and then she flicked her tongue onto his lips just slightly. Mark's tongue responded quickly and touched hers. This was multiple times better than just the kiss, and Leigh felt a need to have Mark's body between her legs. After too short a time, the kissing paused.

M: Your dress is a little wet now, do you want to lay it out to dry?

L: Do you have anything I could wear instead?

M: If you feel the need to wear something, I'm sure we can find a shirt in my room.

L: I'll be the judge of that.

Leigh stepped past Mark towards his room, not quite sure of what she was doing but knowing it's what she wanted. Leigh pulled her dress up over her head, her bare back now to Mark. She quickly decided that whatever she picked to "wear," it needed to be easily moved out of the way. So she went and found a flannel button down hanging in the closet. As she grabbed it, Mark's arms wrapped around her bare waist, and she could feel skin on skin contact all down her back. He'd taken off his shirt while following her into the room. Good boy. Mark started to kiss her on the shoulders and gently requested her to turn around with his arms. Leigh obliged, with the flannel shirt held against her, otherwise topless. Mark leaned in for another kiss, this one a bit hungrier than the previous one, his tongue searching Leigh's mouth to find hers. After a little bit, Leigh broke the kiss.

L: Do you like my choice in shirt?

M: Yes, although I was hoping you'd go without one.

L: I'd like you to do something for me.

M: Name it.

L: I want you to touch yourself.

M: Make myself cum?

L: Yes [Leigh's eyes widened]. Yes please.

M: And you want to watch? [Leigh nodded quickly]

Mark pulled his boxers down, now completely naked in the room. He was wondering what other kinds of activities this afternoon would lead to, but jacking off in front of an attractive topless girl seemed like an amazing start. He started stroking his dick while staring straight at Leigh.

M: I'm going to go lay in the bed, will you come along?

Leigh just nodded, staring transfixed at Mark's cock.

M: Clothes are optional over there.

Leigh was wearing some soffe shorts over her panties and still held the shirt in front of her chest. She decided that the shirt was going to be it. But she wanted desperately for the sensation she'd never had before.

L: You can help me with whatever you think doesn't need to be there.

Mark kept one hand stroking his cock and reached the other to Leigh's waistband. He pulled at one hip, and quickly moved his hand across the front of the waistband to pull her clothes off evenly down her legs.

M: It's stuck a little on your ass, I'm a little busy, can you help?

L: it's stuck where?

M: on your butt.

L: that's not what you said.

M: on your ass? [Leigh nodded aggressively] Do you like that language choice?

L: Yes. Please continue.

Mark released his dick for a moment and used both hands to pull Leigh's shorts down. Her underwear came along with it and she was basically naked considering that the shirt she had was simply held in her hands and not actually on her body. Mark stared, openly lusting at Leigh's exposed body.

L: Do you like what you see?

M: Very much, more than my imagination would get away with for sure.

One of Mark's hands went back to his fully upright cock, the other one of Leigh's hands and led them both to the bed. He dropped her hand as they arrived to pull back the sheets. Leigh took that moment to actually put her arms in the sleeves, but left the shirt fully unbuttoned. She knew Mark would enjoy seeing her tits, and hopefully would explicitly talk about it. Mark laid down, completely naked, near the middle of the bed. Now it was time for Leigh to determine how she was going to continue her enjoyment. When she'd masturbated herself, she'd mostly found something to hump between her legs, and she decided Mark's body could serve that purpose.

L: Is it okay if I sit on your leg?

M: Please do.

Leigh's untrimmed pussy spread a little as she straddled Mark's leg, as she lowered herself into contact with him, she could feel his skin touching her from her perineum up to her clitoris. Fuck... Leigh thought to herself, this was a feeling she knew she would want again and again. Her eyes took in Mark's naked body, enjoying his chest, shoulders, those eyes that she always knew were beautiful but now were lustfully enjoying her body and making her want to shift from leg to cock, and his dick, which Leigh wanted to spend time with. But first, she watched Mark stroke his cock and slowly began moving her hips forward and back, feeling the skin and gentle hair on Mark's leg please her pussy.

M: So you liked when I complimented your ass, are there other words you'd like to hear me use while we're in here?

L: Probably. Probably yes.

M: You look damn fine my princess, is that a compliment that you like?

Leigh nodded her head, feeling a faster build up toward ecstasy than she'd had in any of her solo attempts at pleasure.

M: God I love my view right now, your tits look incredible from here. Shit, I'm going to cum soon. This time I guess I'll just do that here so you can watch.

L: I would love to watch.

M: Good. I'd love to get a good look at your pussy today too. I'm sure we can exchange you watching my cock cum and I can watch you fingering your cunt or clit, yeah?

Leigh moaned, Mark's words combined with her rubbing on his body were becoming overwhelming. She didn't have the capacity to speak, and knew that was probably good because at the moment she wanted to be touched. She wanted to be kissed. She wanted to be licked.

M: Oh my God [Leigh looked and saw Mark's eyes starting to roll and close], Oh God, oh fuck [Leigh audibly gasped loudly, both from her body's enjoyment but also she loved hearing Mark say that for some reason], oh fuck, fuuuuuckk...

Leigh looked down and saw cum spurt out of the tip of Mark's dick. The stream shot onto his stomach, some going down into his belly button. She saw his cock pulse as a few more bits of cum dripped out. Mark's whole body had gone rigid during these pulses, which both flexed the muscles in his leg, giving Leigh a more complete connection between her pussy and his leg, and caused him to push his leg into her body more. For Leigh, this had been perfect timing, as her own pleasure was increasing and she felt herself humping Mark faster and faster as she felt the crescendo of pleasure.

Finally, Leigh moaned loudly with a few "Oh God, oh God, oh Godddd" as she felt waves of pleasure pulsing through her body, bouncing between her pussy and her brain and back and forth. The release felt incredible, better than the times Leigh had masturbated alone. Her eyes closed and her back arched to allow the pleasure to freely push through her body.

After the waves calmed down, she opened her eyes again, and looked down at a smiling Mark who was looking up with a bit more... kindness than earlier and a little less lust. Leigh guessed that calmness would be replaced again later depending on what they did. She laid down next to him, and the flannel fell over her covering most of her torso. She lay on her side, and placed her free hand on Mark's chest, conscious of where she'd seen cum earlier to avoid getting it on her elbow.

L: That was the best orgasm I think I've had. This was fun.

M: That was the best time I can remember having touching my dick.

L: Are you going to clean yourself up?

M: In time, I'm enjoying laying here with you.

L: Is this anything like what you'd imagined when you touched yourself earlier?

M: Your body is better than I'd imagined for sure. I'd like to explore it more in a bit if that works for you.

L: Are you asking me to stay for a while?

M: If it pleases you.

L: If it stops, I'll let you know and we'll find ways to make sure it does.

M: That was a fun first round of stuff.

L: First round? How many do you expect to have?

M: Today at least one more. If we're both still enjoying ourselves, hopefully more than that in the future.

L: Making plans already, that seems bold.

M: Hey, you started all of this. I'm happy you did.

L: So what do you have in mind for round two?

M: If it pleases you to hear, I think it would be fun to have a lot more kissing and licking involved, for both of us on lots of places, and then we see what we want as far as you touching my cock and me touching your cunt.

L: I've not really been touched there, what do you want to do?

M: What I say now and what I say when we are screwing around later will not be the same answer.

L: What's your answer now?

M: I'd like to just touch you and basically do what you did on my leg just with my fingers and hand.

Leigh propped herself up on her right elbow, her right boob becoming fully visible as the shirt didn't fall far enough to cover it anymore. Mark made direct eye contact with her exposed tit.

L: And what will your answer later be?

M: I'll probably want to eat your pussy. And probably touch your ass a bit. And finger fuck your cunt. And I'll want to just fuck fuck you.

Leigh tried to keep her eyes looking normal, but inside she was getting excited at every new experience Mark was just describing. She wasn't ready for his cock to cum inside of her, but it did sound like a fucking good time.

L: Those sound like very fun activities. Maybe I'll let you.

After about fifteen seconds of silence, Mark finally started to move to get up out of the bed.

L: Where are you going?

M: To clean my cum off of me. I don't plan on letting me be sticky all day.

L: I guess that's fair. Will you bring me my underwear for me to have for now?

M: I'll bring you a pair of my underwear, how about that?

L: I guess that sounds fair.

M: Good. Would you like to watch something or play a game with me for a while? We can go to the living room or I can get my laptop for us to watch something in here.

L: Ooooh, laptop sounds good. Plus, that means we can already be in bed.