Roomates, Pt. 10

Casey read on the couch, sounds and smells of dinner wafting out of the kitchen. Chicken? Wild rice? She thought. The idea of him in the other room, making her dinner in nothing but is boxers and an apron made her ache all over again. Like when she made a fountain of cum erupt from him with just some rubbing of her legs. She found herself rubbing her thighs together now, her hand slipping between them.

She was lost in thought, head thrown back, squeezing her hand as she pressed against herself when Taylor called her to dinner, standing in the doorway, looking at her, biting his lip as he stared.

Other than the fact that they were in their underwear and a threadbare tank top, in her case, the dinner was pretty normal. He had made a chicken-and-wild-rice dish that surprised her with its complex flavor. They talked about grocery shopping tomorrow after work for the coming week, with Taylor getting ideas of what to cook from her favorites. He volunteered to clean up as they finished eating, making a pot of tea and setting it out on the coffee table for her to enjoy while he did so.

After he finished, he joined her on the couch, pouring himself a cup of tea, topping up hers and picking up his book as she turned to face him.

"Taylor, I've been thinking. It is unacceptable to me that you orgasmed today, and that you did it on the couch."

He felt himself flush. "I know, it is your apartment. I am sorry if I made you uncomfortable."

"You're right. It is. And when I lived alone, I felt free to masturbate in the living room if I felt like it. On this very couch. Right where you're sitting now."

Taylor swallowed.

"I think it is only fair if I am allowed to use the space as I see fit."

"Of course. Do you want me to give you some privacy?"

"No. I think you should go work out."

"Ah," he said, getting up and going over to the open space in the living room. He was growing hard, feeling her eyes on him. She sat, legs crossed, hands on her thighs, as he started in. After a few minutes, he was huffing and puffing, seeing her watch him out of the corner of his eye. But then she stood up, said she'd be right back, and returned a short time later with what was clearly a purple vibrator.

"Face the window while you continue until I tell you you can stop," she said.

He turned, frustrated that he would not be able to see as he heard the vibration start behind him. But then, as he looked forward, he could see her reflection in the window, as the sun had gone down. It wasn't fully clear, but she was obviously sitting, legs spread on the couch, vibrator sliding inside her as she watched him.

Each time he transitioned from exercise to exercise, he stole a glance at her in the window. Her breathing told him she was enjoying herself and the vibration increased in intensity. He was hard now, tenting the stretchy fabric of his boxer briefs. As he stood up and looked again, she her free hand was squeezing her left breast through her tank top, her head thrown back as she groaned. He heard her groan his name, and he turned to look as her body shook with an orgasm, which made him throb--it was one of the hottest things he'd experienced from a distance. He was quickly back down for the next set of push ups by the time she recovered.

She worked through two more orgasms before the vibrator fell silent.

"Go get me some water."

"Yes, Casey."

As he came back into the living room, Casey was sprawled languidly on the couch, her toy on a cloth on the coffee table. He handed her the ice water with a twist of lemon in it. She looked at it and smiled up at him.

"Sit down," she said, making space for him. She leaned against his shoulder after taking a long drink of water. "You know I take it as a compliment that you're hard around me. I've never had a guy cum from just touching like that. You must be so sensitive. It makes me feel very attractive, you know. You're a good looking guy and the fact that you can't hold it around me, just does something for me, you know?"

"Thank you, Casey, I--"

"Don't interrupt. But I need to apologize to you. I feel like you failed this afternoon because I haven't been pushing you hard enough."

"Um."

"You need to learn to control your urges better, Taylor. So I'm going to continue to push you... hard. I'm going to touch you sometimes. I'm going to dress more comfortably around you. I'm going to tease you more, so that you learn to live with your arousal without giving in to an orgasm."

Taylor whimpered.

"It should be easy today. You just had an accident this afternoon. So if I choose to be topless tonight, you should be able to handle it?"

"Handle? Um." He was staring at her tank top. Her fingers reached for the hem and began to pull it up slowly. Her breasts held by the fabric for a moment before dropping free as it cleared her shoulders and head. They sat just in front of him, soft, warm, with dark pink nipples, prominent and hard from the sudden temperature change.

"Yes, Taylor. I am pushing you because I think you can handle a hard situation." She began to slowly move from left to right, left to right. "You're a very good listener."

"Yes, Casey."

"You're not going to orgasm. You'll be a good roommate." Left, right.

"Yes, Casey."

"You'll do what I say, and trust me because I'm trying to help you." Left, right.

"Yes, Casey." His eyes were glued to her breasts, finally bare for him.

"You're going to think about this tonight, but you're not going to touch, right?"

"Yes, Casey."

"You will tell me if you start to get too excited. You will tell me if you think you are getting close to an orgasm." Left, right.

"Yes, Casey."

"Good boy. Now go clean up my toy and set it on my bed. I'm going to use it later."

"Yes, Casey."

As he stood up, vibrator in hand, she could see the outline of his cock in his boxers, at least a standard deviation wider than her toy. Her empty pussy clenched at the thought of his thick, long cock sliding inside of her instead of her toy. Maybe I'll have to get a bigger one, she thought. Wait, I have him here. I'll just use his cock like a toy and not let him cum. She smiled at this thought, as he left the living room.

A few hours later, she lay in bed, another series of orgasm left her glistening and breathing hard. She had made no effort to hide her moaning. She had called out his name each time she came. Before getting into bed, she had leaned over him in his bed where he was reading, her breasts still uncovered, telling him she would bring him his earbuds when he was allowed to go to sleep. She got out of bed now, opening her door and going into his room. His book had fallen to the floor. He was hard, his erection tenting his sheets. He was sweating, fingers clenching his mattress.

"You look stressed, Taylor," she said, sitting down on his bed. "Here are your earbuds. Maybe this will help you relax." As she spoke, she rubbed her hand on his thigh, just avoiding his cock. His eyes were glued to her chest. "Good night," she said, standing up.

He watched her go, throbbing as his pelvic muscles fluttered in response. It was a lot. He knew he could take it. Well, he thought he could, at least.

Taylor slept deeply, but his dreams were a swirl of Casey, her breasts, him cumming in his pants, arousal, throbbing, and her green eyes watching him. He woke, twisted in his sheets. It was Monday, he knew, because his alarm was going off in his earbuds. The weekend was consequential, he thought. I've given myself over to her and I don't know where it is going. I also don't care, if I'm being honest.

A short time later, Casey woke and found Taylor's bed empty. She heard him in the kitchen. He's shaping up to be a really good boy, she thought, with a smile as she dressed for the day. She had to go in today and was disappointed to miss out on the constant dopamine drip from his looks and general arousal.

As she rounded the corner into the kitchen, she was still surprised to find her granola already in a bowl at her seat, with a steaming cup of tea, her book, and a flower in a vase. When did he have time? she wondered.

"Good morning," he said, from the sink, where he was washing up as he waited for his toast. She was in an A-line dress that fit her well. He bit his lip as he looked at her. "It is a little strange to see you all dressed up."

"I know. Back to work."

"I can go throw on some pants and--"

"No. You're fine. You can dress before you leave. Actually, I was thinking about something."

"I know. I heard you thinking last night before bed."

She arched and eyebrow. "Is that a complaint?"

"Absolutely not."

"Good. No, I was thinking it was unfair that you got to enjoy looking at my breasts yesterday. Do you remember?"

His eyes glazed over for a second. "Yesss."

"Good. Now come over here."

He set down the wash cloth and stood in front of her.

"I want to see your cock," she said without breaking eye contact.

"Now?"

She didn't answer, so he slipped his thumbs under the waistband and slipped them down, stepping out of his underwear. Her eyes dropped. His boxer briefs had held him close, and now with the freedom and excitement it swelled, going from thick and hanging to thicker and rising before reaching its full girth before her. It was filling so fast, he could see his heartbeat in the veins.

"Casey?... Casey?"

She shook herself. "Right. Um. Ah, yeah. Good. Wow. I mean, yes, very nice." He could see her breathing faster, her breasts pressed against the tailored fabric of the dress. Her hand reached out, her fingers encircling, or trying to encircle, his shaft. He shuddered at her touch. She licked her lips. "Yes. Ah, uh-huh. Um. Yes, this will do." She gave him a squeeze. I can't even touch my thumb and forefinger around this thing, she thought. How does he walk around with this down his shorts all day?

"Oh, god, Casey... please, um..."

"Please what?" Her stern demeanor was back.

"Will you please touch me a little longer? Maybe..."

"Maybe what?"

"Would you please stroke me a little?"

"You just came yesterday, so you should be able to put up with a little stimulation without having an accident..." she bit her lip. Her hand squeezed his shaft, moving slowly. "No, not right now." Her hand dropped away. "But you can leave your clothing off until you dress for work."

Taylor groaned but sat down to his toast. They confirmed their plan to go shopping after work. Casey read her book, but stroked his calf with her foot as she did. He tried to concentrate but found himself rereading the same page over and over.

His day was slow. It dragged. He was able to get his tasks done, but in the back of his mind, Casey was there, waiting. If he was allowed, he would have gone and jerked off in the bathroom already, just to clear his head. He was still processing what had happened this morning. The sight of her, sitting before him, his cock in her hand, her appraising him, face level with his erection. Part of him had just wanted to twine his fingers through her short hair and impale her mouth on him, just to see her green eyes bulge as she struggled to take him in. He was large--not a porn monster, but real-person big. None of his previous girlfriends could take him in their mouths completely. He thought it was the girth more than the length, but then again, six and a half inches long and as many around is still plenty long to fit into a mouth. The girth only made it difficult for them to open wide enough. He replayed the visualization of his length disappearing into Casey's mouth all day in his mind.

When he opened the door to the apartment, he heard a voice on the television. "And now, back to downward facing dog..." it was saying. He stepped in and stood, shoes forgotten as he was greeted by Casey, bent forward, ass in the air, back arched, in tight, light-green yoga pants and matching top.

"Don't stare," she said. "You may watch from the couch if you take off your clothes first."

He hurried to take off his shoes, stow his work stuff, and shuck his clothing without seeming to be frantic. In a few minutes he was sitting on the couch, naked, watching his roommate cycle through warrior poses, hip openers, and more for the last ten minutes of her work out. His cock strained against the air, begging for attention. His eyes roamed over her from her slender ankles, tight calves, muscular hips and ass, tone stomach, constrained bust, shoulder, ugh. He had to stop. It was a lot after the day he had had. Too soon it was over.

"Let's get the shopping done," she said. "I liked what you wore to work. Can you put that back on?"

"Sure," he said, dressing as she went to her room. She was back a few minutes later in jeans and a striped T-shirt. Because he couldn't help himself, he found himself looking and noticing the prominence of her nipples.

"No, no bra today," she said, stepping close to him. She stood in his personal space, looking up at him slightly. "Are you doing okay? Is it going to be too much of a challenge to be out with me like this?" As she spoke, her hand palmed his cock, which responded, swelling hard against her. "You are not to have an accident while we are out. Be good and maybe I'll give you a treat later."

"Yes, Casey," he breathed out, controlled.

"Good boy." She squeezed him before letting go. His knees felt weak. He followed her out the door, remarking again to himself how fantastic her ass looked in the jeans. I am too focused on her breasts, sometimes, he thought. You're too focused on her body in general, he chided himself. You need to try to be a person around her, not just a leaky cock.

On the drive over to the store, Casey's hand found its way to Taylor's thigh, resting there and squeezing gently.

"Tell me," she said. "Have you ever had an orgasm in public."

He gulped. "Ah, sort of."

"Go on. Tell me."

"Okay. It was in college. This girlfriend of mine liked to touch me when other people were around to see me squirm. She made me cum in my pants in a movie theater when I was sitting between her and her best friend."

"Did the friend ever notice?"

"Not at the time. She told me that my girlfriend told her afterwards."

"Is that it?"

"No, she would try to give me hand jobs, daring me to cum on train or bus rides, once while home visiting her family, watching TV."

"How did you feel about that?"

"At the time, I was nervous."

"At the time? And now?"

"Um, I, later it became something I fantasized about."

"Like when you masturbated?"

He blushed. "Yeah."

"Okay, so we know that you cumming in public because an attractive woman is touching you is something you find exciting. Is this going to be too much of a challenge for you, Taylor?"

"No, I'll be okay."

"Oh, you don't find me attractive?"

They were stopped at a light. He turned to face her. "Don't fish for compliments. I dreamed about you all night. I imagined your face all day when I was working. You can just ask and I'll tell you how attractive I find you."

"Noted. So..." her hand shifted to his hard-on, stroking it slowly. "You're not going to have an accident at the store, so I can push you a little. Since it will be easy for you, right?"

"Casey, please."

"Green light."

He drove, the rest of the way his knuckles were white on the steering wheel, while Casey held with a looser grip.

They parked and headed into the store, making their way into the produce section. He started bagging the various vegetables he'd need that week for dinners. As he brought them to the cart she pushed, she'd crook her finger to bring him close, to whisper in his ear. Each time, she was sure to position herself so he could see down the v-neck of her T-shirt when he bent his ear down to her mouth.

"I can see you're hard, even through your pants." She hissed. "You'd better be careful."

The next time, she told him that if he felt like he was going to have an accident, he could just think about cumming yesterday on the couch to cool himself down. She said this while pushing her hip against his bulge.

As they left the produce, heading into the dry goods, she said, "I've ben fantasizing about you cumming in public for me. I know you won't, but I can't stop thinking about you getting so excited that you lose control and send hot, sticky, ropes of cum into your pants. It is just a fantasy, though. You'll be good and keep all this inside, right?" She held his swollen cock in her hand through his pants, angled so no one could see.

They passed through the aisle with soaps, shampoos, and other bath needs. She tossed a clipper and a razor handle labeled "ideal for sensitive areas" into the cart. He raised his eyebrows. She put his hand around her waist as she pushed up next to him, her mouth an inch from his ear: "I think shaved smooth and slick is best, don't you?" Her hand briefly gripped his shaft through his pants, giving him a few rubs before she stepped away. He breathed heavily and watched her jean-clad ass continue down the aisle.

When he recovered enough to follow her, he found her bent over in the next aisle, retrieving some carbonated water from the lower shelf. He felt himself throb as he looked at her, catching her piercing green eyes as she clocked his look.

As they waited in the checkout line, she took his right hand and put it on her stomach, pulling him close behind her. He felt her press her ass back against his hardness. She slid her fingers up through his hair, pulling him down a little so she could whisper in his ear. "If you can cum just pressing up against me right now, I'll allow it." He felt his body surge in excitement. He slowly pressed himself against her, using his hand on her stomach to press her back against him. At a pace slow enough not to attract attention, he ground against her--or was she grinding back against him?--who knows, he thought. Who cares. In short order he could feel himself getting close.

"Hurry," she whispered in his ear. "Are you going to cum for me?"

He groaned as he was getting close but knew he wouldn't make it in time. "Just a little more time," he said in her ear. But she was already pulling away from him, stacking the items on the conveyor belt. He was panting, trying to maintain composure.

Somehow, she was able to carry on a normal conversation on the ride home, talking to him about some impasse at work, all the while her fingertips ran up and down his thigh. When he responded distractedly she chided him for not having a bit more self control. Whenever she got harsh with him, she'd give him a few full strokes for emphasis.

"This is for your own good," she'd say. "You have to learn to live with this pressure. I'm just trying to help you."

They came in the front door, carrying their groceries, shucking their shoes on the mat and proceeding to the kitchen. Casey set down her bags and turned to face him.

"What are you doing?"

He looked around, confused. "Um, putting the groceries away?"

"No, I mean, what are you wearing?"

"My work clothes... oh."

"Right. We're in the apartment and you have no reason to have clothes on."

He stripped where he was, growing hard by the time he was sliding his boxers down, his cock springing up now that it was free.

"You can wear an apron when you cook, of course," she said, taking a few steps forward and grasping his naked cock, giving it a strong squeeze. "You know, I spoil you." Taylor felt his knees buckle.

She went to read on the couch, while he finished emptying the grocery bags. As he finished, he brought her the clippers and razors, asking if she wants them in her shower cubby.

Casey raised an eyebrow. "Those are not for me."

Taylor looked puzzled and then understanding dawned. "But I haven't... I don't..."

"You do now. Why don't you go shower, clean yourself up, and then present yourself for inspection." She watched with fascination as his cock bobbed, a drop of precum glistening already on the tip.

"Yes, Casey."

Taylor had never shaved himself, but how hard could it be? he wondered, chuckling to himself at his mind's word choice. The trimmer made short work of taking care of the bulk of his pubic hair. He decided to trim the hair on his torso above his shaft to the lowest setting. He cleaned everything below that as well before hopping in the shower. At first, he was nervous with a razor blade running along his testicles, but when the specialized razor left him clean shaven without any nicks, he grew more confident. As the soap cleared he was surprised to see the results. It looked more prominent, bigger even. He throbbed with need. He wanted to test it out, but he knew he shouldn't. Well, not shouldn't, he thought. Won't, can't, don't want to, is more accurate.

He stopped the shower and dried off, wrapping the towel around his waist to give Casey a little more reveal. She sat up on the couch when he came in the room, putting down her book. She didn't try to hide her smile or the hunger in her eyes as she looked at his toned chest, defined abs, trailing into the v-line of his waist. He stepped forward, standing in front of her. She reached out and tugged the end of the towel free and it fell around his feet.

"Oh god," she breathed, as his cock swelled in front of her. She stared for a few seconds before regaining herself. "This is a good first... ah... good first run." She grasped his shaft in one hand, lifting it as her other cupped his balls. "For never having done this, you've made a good effort. If you shave regularly, you'll catch the spot here and there and you'll be just like I want you to be. Now," her hands dropped off him. He breathed out, realizing that he had been holding it. "I want to challenge you a little."

She reached down and picked up a small jar that had been sitting on the coffee table. He hadn't noticed it before so she must have just gotten it. She unscrewed the lid and took out a small, white dollop of something. She held it in one hand before extending it to his cock. The slippery, smooth sensation of her hand spreading some sort of lubricant on his shaft was a lot of sensation.

"Now listen very carefully," she said, as she spread the oil on his shaft with her hand. She had his full attention. "You are not to ejaculate. I'm going to stroke you thirty times. I'm going to say some things to you. I'm even going to tell you to cum for me." She must have felt him throb in her hand and she reduced the pressure. "But no matter what I say, I want you to last these thirty strokes, understand?"

He could only nod.

"Good boy." Both of her hands encircled his shaft, his head just disappearing in the double-handed grip. "Ready? Good. You count for me, quietly. Starting at thirty"

"Thirty," he said.

"You have such a nice cock."

"Twenty-nine."

"But I don't think you can last thirty strokes."

"Twenty-eight."

"I bet you're going to cum."

"Twenty-seven."

"You're going to look down at my hands."

"Twenty-six."

"Stroking your nice, big, thick cock--big enough to need them both."

"Twenty-five."

"Me, level with it, making eye contact with you, thinking about slipping it it my mouth."

"Twe... twenty-four."

"See, you're already slipping, thinking about sending ropes of cum down my throat."

"Twenty-three."

"Me gagging on your big, dumb, cock, my eyes watering as I look at you, feeling you pulse in the back of my throat."

"Twenty-three."

"That was twenty-two. You can't even count straight. Are you having trouble thinking right now?"

"Twenty-one, then," he managed.

"Oh, such a good boy. Why don't you just cum for me and show me how much you want me."

"Twe... nty."

"Last time I masturbated, I knew I'd be doing this to you today."

"Nine... teen."

"I thought about you cumming all over my chest. Maybe I'd get excited and slide you into my mouth to catch it."

"Eighteen."

"I came three times before bed, imagining you cumming for me right now."

"Oh god, Casey, seventeen."

"That's right. Are you going to cum for me again?"

"Sixteen."

"Maybe if I--"

"Fifteen."

"--speed up my--"

"Fourteen."

"--strokes a little."

"Thirt--thirt--teen," he managed.

"But no, I think you're not going to make it. You couldn't cum that fast for me."

"Twelve."

"You aren't turned on enough to cum in just, how many strokes left?"

"Eleven, please Casey."

"Please what? Taylor? Do you want to cum for me right now?"

"Yes, ten, please."

"You want to empty those smooth, soft, full, balls for me?"

"Please, nine, please."

"Would you rather cum on my chest or in my mouth, Taylor. Think carefully."

"Ah, oh, eight. Um."

"Tick, tock, tick, tock."

"Mouth. Please, seven, Casey, please."

"You want me to stop talking and just try to slip that big cock in my little mouth?" She licked her lips and looked at it, an inch from her mouth now.

"Six."

She felt his fingers slipping through her hair to grip her head. Her hands felt his hips push forward. She gripped him tightly, licking her lips and opening wide.

"Five. Please."

"You think you can take what you want, Taylor?"

"Ah, I want--four--you so bad."

"I know, but you can't do it, can you?"

"Please--three--I need it."

"Cum for me, show me."

"Oh, god! One, one, oh fuck."

"Too slow, Taylor," she said, letting her hands drop off his cock. It bobbed in space, just in front of her. His breathing was ragged, he was half supporting himself with his hand on her head.

"Oh god, Casey, I got so carried away."

Casey was trying to recover her breath, too. "No, no, you did just fine, Taylor. I--ah--yeah. I said I would push you. Do you feel like that was a challenge?"

"You have no idea how close I was. My whole body was screaming. I just wanted to slide my cock between your lips, but I knew I wasn't allowed."

"You're a very good, oh!" she stuck out her tongue to catch a dribble of precum. His cock surged as he watched. "You're a very good boy," she continued. "Now go in my room and in the top drawer of my dresser and bring me my black vibrator. Then you can start dinner."

"Yes, Casey," he said, backing away from her slowly, sad to feel her hands leave the front of his hips.

He counted four orgasms while he cooked dinner. As they ate, he was jealous of her seemingly clear head, as she chatted amiably with him about mundane topics, all the while her foot rested in his lap, rubbing him back to hardness if his cock drooped for even a second. She was in her panties but had not bothered to put her jeans back on.

After cleaning up dinner and making a pot of tea, Taylor joined Casey on the couch. She leaned against his shoulder, resting her hand on his thigh. He could look down the top of her shirt, seeing the deep shadow between her breasts, the nipples tenting the light fabric of her shirt, her hips, flaring below her waist, the creamy skin of her thighs.

"Time for bed," she said, and he realized he hadn't been reading, lost in a fog of arousal. "I have a new task for you. I want to keep all six of my toys in one place. So please get everything from that drawer and find a place in your room for them. When I want them, you'll fetch them for me. When I'm done with them, you'll clean them and put them back. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Casey."

"Good boy."

Ten minutes later, after he had cleaned out a top drawer in his dresser, lined it with a towel and placed her three vibrators (one small, one regular, and one with a clit stimulator), dildo, and vaginal plug in there, her wording came back to him: "keep all six of my toys in one place." They were already in one place in her room and there were only five. Oh, I'm six, it dawned on him. He smiled as his cock hardened at the thought.

"Taylor, bring me my purple vibrator," she said from her room. He hopped out of bed, where he had been trying to concentrate on a few emails for tomorrow. He grabbed the toy and brought it into her room. She was covered in a sheet and held out her hand. The toy disappeared below the sheet and he heard it click on. He turned to leave when she stopped him. "I didn't tell you to go."

He turned back to find the sheet had fallen down, her breasts sitting proud on her chest.

"Come here and sit down." She patted the bed and he heard the vibration sound become more muffled. He watched in fascination as her eyes rolled back and closed for a few seconds before opening and focusing on him again. He fell into their green depths. "You can sit here with me until you break eye contact, understand?"

He could only nod.

"What did you enjoy most today?"

"What you said when you were pushing me. How you made me fight with myself and what I wanted."

"What did you want?"

"You. I want to do what you say. It turns me on so much, but then I get too aroused and I almost forced myself on you."

"That was my favorite part of the daaa--y, too," she groaned. "I know you're so much stronger than me. That you could just... ah... hold me down... force my legs apart... and slide that thick cock inside me... oh, god, Taylor... and I wouldn't be able to stop you. You could just pound me, but you don't... oh, fuck... because... I... over... power... you mentally. You... are... just, my--oh god, please touch my tits," he did, without breaking eye contact, his fingers searching for her hard nipples to roll between his fingers as his strong hands palmed the soft but firm flesh. "Yessss--you are... just... my... plaything--oh, fuck, I'm--" She didn't need to finish the sentence. He knew as her eyes squeezed tight and her whole body shook below him. He throbbed. His cock leaked. How am I so close again? he wondered. She shuddered for a full half minute before her eyes popped open, a languid smile across her lips.

"Thank you, Taylor. That'll be all." He felt her moving below. "You can, ah, let go now." He reddened, realizing he had not stopped touching her breasts. She handed him her toy. "Now, clean this up and go to bed. Don't forget your relaxation audio. You'll need it tonight, I think." Her eyes had dropped down to his cock, which had come down a fraction and precum dribbled onto his thigh.

"Yes, Casey," he groaned.

"Good night."

"You, too."