Karen pulled her lover’s face to hers for a deep, tongue-filled kiss. She pulled away, still breathing heavily, and panted softly, “I could feel each shot of your cum into me... it felt so hot!”

Kirk nuzzled her neck, still intoxicated by her aroma. “Cumming inside you was so intense!”

“I can still feel you throbbing inside me, baby. You did me so good!” She rubbed his back all over. “I can feel you dripping out of me… Where’s that towel you had?”

Kirk happened to be kneeling on it, so he handed her the towel from the floor. “Thank you,” she said, as she pushed him up off of her, and his dick popped out of her vagina with a slurp. She used the towel to soak up their combined juices dripping out of her now empty snatch. “Wow! There’s so much! You must’ve shot a gallon of cum inside of me!” she laughed.

Kirk just rolled over onto his back on the couch, eyes closed, hands over his head, trying to catch his breath, completely spent. Suddenly, he felt Karen’s mouth on his penis, taking the head into her mouth, sucking gently. She pulled off, and said, “I had to have one more taste!” 

She toweled off his crotch, his thighs, his tummy, and his chest, then moved up into his arms, hugging his naked body to hers. He remembered the blanket and pulled it over their hips. She pulled his shirt around her shoulders again, but their naked chests were pressed together once more.

“Thank you,” she whispered into his neck, kissing him there, “for making my first time so wonderful. I never imagined it could feel so good!”

“I love you, sweetie. Making you cum gave me more pleasure than I can express.” 

“Mmm… I wish we could stay like this all night. It would be another dream come true to fall asleep in your arms.”

“I could pass out right here, baby. I am so totally happy right now.”

They snuggled together for several minutes, basking in the mutual afterglow. In that quiet moment, a beeping noise broke the reverie. Karen lifted up on her elbows, reached over to the side table for her glasses and put them on. “Baby,” Kirk said, “You actually look even sexier with those on.”

“Shut up,” she replied, smiling. She looked over at the wall of books, and asked, “What time do you need to be back home?”

“I don’t know, I guess before midnight.”

She looked at him seriously. “It’s midnight right now.” She sat up and pulled his shirt around her. 

“Hey,” he said, pulling the shirt back open and gently squeezing her breast. “I wasn’t done cuddling yet.” He tried pulling her back into his arms, but she pulled back and sat up on the couch. 

“You have to go.” She was looking around the floor and couch, then picked her panties up from the floor. 

“But I don’t want to go yet…”

Karen stood up and pulled her pink panties back on. Her boobs danced around delightfully while she did this. “Listen to me, mister. You have a twenty-minute walk ahead of you, and you’re already late, and I will NOT have you get grounded because you missed your curfew.” She picked up his jeans and tossed them to him. “Get dressed, NOW.” Karen tied the ends of his shirt together below her tits. 

“It’s not really a curfew; my mom went to bed hours ago. I just have to be quiet when I come in, and she’s none the wiser.” Karen was now picking up her shorts, bathing suit, and the wrap she was wearing earlier.

“I don’t want to take any chances. If you get grounded, that cuts into MY sexy-fun-time, and now that I know how good sex with you actually is, I want as much of it as I can get.” She picked up his glasses from the side table and handed them to him. “Understand?”

“You make an excellent point.” Kirk put on his glasses, sat up on the couch, and pulled his jeans on. “However,” he stood and pulled them up around his hips, tucking his wilted penis inside, then zipping up. Karen watched him intently the whole time. “If I walk in without my shirt, she may suspect something.”

Karen picked up his towel, and with her arms full of clothes, said, “Stay here.” That was an easy order to comply with, as he enjoyed watching her little bum sashay to the door leading into the main part of the basement. “Oh, give me your bathing suit. I’ll wash that, too.”

His backpack was at his feet, so he reached inside, and tossed her his wet shorts. She opened the door, and he heard her walk over to the washing machine, open it, and a minute later, heard the machine start. By then, he had donned his socks and sneakers.

Karen walked back in a few minutes later holding a zippered sweatshirt. “This was my dad’s, but he never wears it now that he’s put on a few pounds. It should fit.”

Kirk pulled it on around him, and while it was perhaps a size too large for him, he was able to look presentable zipped up halfway. Karen was grinning from ear to ear at me.

“What?” he asked, looking around at himself. “Does it look funny or something?”

“No, it’s just…” she hesitated. “I guess I’m just amused by the fact that you’re wearing my dad’s shirt ‘cause I’m wearing yours.” 

“We could trade, y’know…”

“Not a chance. This one’s mine forever, got it?” he nodded, and she kissed him quickly. “Follow me.”

“With pleasure,” he said, slapping her bum as she led him to the door to the garage. They walked into the darkened garage, past her dad’s sedan on the right and a car covered with a tarp on the left, to the doorway leading outside. 

“Hey,” she said as he reached out for the doorknob. “Don’t I get a kiss goodnight?”

His mouth attacked hers, his hands pulling the shirt up over her breasts, and squeezing them firmly as he forced his tongue down her throat. Karen shrieked into his mouth in surprise, then threw her arms around his neck and kissed him back just as hard. 

His mouth wandered down her throat, licking and kissing, while he untied her shirt and pulled it wide open, baring her breasts in the dark garage. Karen protested, “Baby, we don’t have time for this,” but used her hold on his neck to guide his head down to suckle on her erect nipples. 

He continued kissing his way down, and moved his hands inside her panties, cupping her cool buns. Kirk’s mouth latched onto her nipple as he lifted her by her ass, and seated her on the cold hood of the car. Her hands now wandered down, unzipped the sweatshirt, and reached inside to rub his chest, paying special attention to his nipples. 

He switched to sucking and biting the other nipple, and moved one hand to the front of her panties, inserting a finger into her slit, wet once more with her secretions. Karen moaned, and let him finger her for a bit, spreading her legs wider for me.

When he tried to lower her panties, however, she pushed him away. “No! Stop!” She slid off the car and pulled his shirt closed. 

“Hey,” he protested, “didn’t you want a kiss goodnight?”

She stepped up to him, stood on her tiptoes, and kissed him quickly. “If we don’t stop now, we may NEVER stop.”

“That works for me,” Kirk said.

She threw her arms around him, and pulled him tight to her, her lips parting on mine for a deep wet kiss. Kirk’s hands wandered over her back and tits again. She broke away, and whispered, “Dream about me tonight, my darling, for I will surely be dreaming of you.”

She gave him one more quick kiss, then opened the door and shoved him out. They both said “I love you” at the exact same time. She closed the door and locked it.

The walk home was brisk, but illuminated by the full moon rising in the sky, Kirk made record time. His mom was indeed snoring peacefully in her room as he quietly walked past her door to his room. 

And Karen was right; he surely dreamt of her all night. 
 

THE END 

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