You lay back into the couch, basking in the afterglow of your orgasm with a contended smile on your face. You look down at Rachel, still down on her knees in between your legs. You see the jizz plastered on her face and boobs and you chuckle softly.
"What's so funny?" Rachel asks, curiosity evident on her otherwise hapy and contented face.
"Just thinking about the events of today. How today started and wondering how we got to here with your face and boobs covered in my cum!" You rely with a grin. "I am also surprised that you put me in your mouth just after I fucked you. I'm sure 'he' was covered in your juices!" You continue, your grin growing wider by the second.
"We certainly have gone a fair ways from my hangover this morning haven't we?" Rachel states, a smile spreading on her beautiful (albeit cum covered) face. "I was just thinking about giving you the same orgasm you gave me when I put 'him' in my mouth". She gave your now limp cock a gentle squeeze when she said the word 'him'. "Only when I had him in my mouth did I realize what what I was doing. Truth be told it turned me on to taste my jucies on your cock. It made me feel like a right slut!"
You shake your head in astonishment at the transformation of your gorgeous housemate from shy and reserved to full blown sexpot and self confessed slut in less than 24 hours.
"If you'll excuse me" Rachel says as she gets up onto her feet. "I think I'm gunna shower and call it a night".
"Do you want to bunk with me tonight" You ask. "You're bed is in a bit of a mess at the moment!"
Rachel looks blankly at you for a second, before a grin spreads across her face she recalls certain details from the passionate fucking the two of you had done on her bed and in particular the jizz covered and sweaty mess you had left it.
"Ha! That sounds great thank you". She replies. "I think that sleeping is all I think I will be able to do though after all we have done today-which primarily has been me!" She says with a wicked grin.
"Agreed." You say. "Anymore and I think my cock would drop off!"
"That would be a shame" Rachel replies with a grin and a giggle. The grin grew wider and dirtier. "Although, I would be able to take it with me wherever I went and fuck myself silly with it!"
You chuckle softly, but place a hand protectively on top of your penis to prevent such a thing from happening. You kiss her softly and briefly on her lips.
"Ok get yourself showered. I'll tidy up down here". You tell Rachel after you break off the kiss.
Rachel smiles and nods in agreement. Without a word she picks up her discarded clothes off the floor and heads upstairs. You start cleaning up by folding up the blanket and putting it back on the couch. You then bring the glasses into the kitchen and put them in the dishwasher. Then table was then cleared up. You then turn on the dishwasher and walk back into the living room. You pick up the tv remote up off the floor. It must have fallen off the couch during your frantic lovemaking earlier.
"Sorry Bruce". You mutter to the tv screen, his face still frozen from when Rachel paused the film earlier. "I'm sure you understand. We will watch the film again soon". You promise as you turn off the tv and eject the DVD disc.
Once the disc is in its box you grab your discarded clothing and turn out the lights as you make your way upstairs. As you walk past the bathroom you notice that there is no sign of activity inside.
"She must have finished already." You mutter to yourself. You go inside the bathroom and discard your socks and shirt. You put your boxer shorts back on and walk out of the bathroom towards your bedroom.
Once inside your room you notice that Rachel is already in your bed waiting for you. She pats an area of the bed beside her, inviting you to join her. You accept the invitation and snuggle under the covers beside her. You give her a quick peck on the lips.
"Night Rachel". You say softly. "Today has been wonderful".
"Goodnight , it certainly has. Tomorrow will be better I promise!" Rachel promises with a smile as she turns out the light.
As your head hit the pillow, your mind barely begins to wonder what she has in mind for tomorrow before the lure of sleep embraced you.
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