“Did you?” was about the only dumb response I found I could say,
“No, I… I stopped him… it felt so very different… I felt so empty, I felt so much less… he’s never made me cum like you did that night… he got really mad at me”. I climbed down from the hood of the car and offered my hand to her, helping her down, and led her naked up to my room. “Let’s go inside, I need to wash up” I said holding out my greasy blackened hands, using them as a perfectly good reason not to take advantage and buy more time to talk things through with her. She was so incredibly tight, despite all the lubrication. I made myself a coffee and tried to think my way out of this seemingly impossible situation, my mind constantly debating the consequences of what I had done. All the time, Deni was staring at me, wincing occasionally as I stretched her, unspeaking, that same expression of bewilderment lingering in her eyes.
