Chapter 22

We were at it for probably no more than three minutes, mutually thrusting into each other’s crotch, kissing, and roaming the other’s body with our hands. A sharp cry from Scott signaled his sudden hands-free climax; I felt the warm release of his seed in my nest of pubes, which sent me over the top a moment later. I squeezed his glutes as I came in his little black patch of hair, Scott whimpering in time with each diminishing thrust of his hips.

We were spent, still locked together at the waist, chests heaving. Our foreheads touched, as before, and I ran a hand through his short dark hair.

Then the dripping started. We felt it at the same time, eeking between our crotches, pressed together though they were.

“Ew,” we said in unison, giggling.

“Grab my shirt. It’s behind you,” I said.

Scott did so, cleaning both of us.