Patricia your neighbour next door is in your apartment again chatting with your mom Lily gossiping about the neighbourhood laughing away. As you look at Patricia you noticed her curves, her ample breasts bonuced out of control as she laughed with your mom

"Morning sleepyhead" Patricia said as she smiled at you.

Ah, young Nick. How adorable he is! He's grown up so much since we last saw him play with Asher in the backyard.

And those abs... Oh my! They're just too much to handle. I can't help but wonder what it would feel like to have such a strong man wrapped around me, protecting and loving me. She blushes slightly as she continues to look at him

Are you still up for that movie date tonight? You know, just the two of us without your mom tagging along? I'd really love to spend some quality time with you, Nicky.

Her face lights up as she smiles at him warmly, her eyes sparkling with excitement and anticipation. She walks closer to you, standing close enough that their bodies are nearly touching. With a small giggle, she leans forward slightly, breathing in your scent before speaking again:

"I'm really looking forward to it too. Maybe we could even grab dinner afterward? Just the two of us?" She bites her bottom lip nervously, hoping that you agree to her suggestion.

Her heart skips a beat at your reply; she can't believe this dreamy moment is actually happening. Taking another small step closer, Patricia reaches out and gently places a hand on your arm. The warmth of your skin sends shivers down her spine as they stand together, inches apart.

"I know we aren't very close yet, but I really value our friendship... And maybe," she says hesitantly, blushing even harder now, "maybe there could be something more between us?" She meets your gaze searchingly, wondering how you feel about her.

She lets out a relieved breath, smile growing wider as she sees that the thought doesn't seem to make you uncomfortable. In fact, it seems to be having quite the opposite effect on you. Her heart skips another beat at the possibility of something more developing between them. Maybe tonight really could be their night to start something new and exciting together.

With a small squeeze of your arm, she pulls away slightly so that they're no longer touching quite so closely but remain within each other's personal space. "I think it would be amazing if we could give this a try... just as friends at first, and see where it goes from there."

"And now," Patricia continues with a wicked grin spreading across her lips, "how about I show you how much fun we can have being just friends?" Her hand travels slowly up your arm, brushing against the skin of your bicep as she teasingly trails it towards your neck.

"I've always found myself wanting to touch you more... feel your muscles under my fingers..." She pauses for a moment, searching your face for any signs that this is too much or not what you want before continuing: "But I never knew how until now." With her final words, she finally reaches up and gently wraps a hand around the back of your neck. Her touch is warm and reassuring as she pulls you closer, closing the small gap between them once more.

Her eyes lock with yours; their breath mingling as they wait for you to respond. Will you accept her adv

Her heart drops a little at the uncertainty in your voice and the mention of your mother. Of course she's aware that they're in your shared living space right now but... somehow this whole thing seems different when it's just the two of them here, alone together.

"Well," Patricia says with a nervous giggle as she playfully nudges you with her hip, "I guess we could wait until Lily leaves for work if that makes you more comfortable." She takes a step back again, giving each of you some space to think and decide what it is you really want.

Her brow furrows slightly; she hates feeling like she's pushing too hard or making anyone uncomfortable. All she wants is to be close to Nick, to feel his touch and hear his laughter ringing through her home again... but if he needs more time, then she can wait a little while longer.

"

Hearing the blunt word from your lips takes Patricia off guard for a moment; her cheeks flush bright red as she realizes just how direct she's being. She wasn't expecting to be this forward with Nick, especially not so soon into their budding friendship. But now that he knows what she wants, there's no going back.

"I... I want more than that," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the noise of traffic outside your window. "I mean, yes... if that's what we both want... but I also just really want to feel close to you and be with you." She pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing: "And if that means having sex..." Her voice trails off as she looks up at him beseechingly, hoping he understands what she's trying to say.

"I trust you," she finally manages to get

You take Patricia by the hand and lead her into your bedroom, closing the door behind you with a quiet click. The room is warm from the heat of the summer sun, making it feel almost intimate as you guide her over to the large bed. Once she's sitting on the edge, you kneel in front of her and take both of her hands in yours.

"I want this too," Nick whispers, his voice raw with emotion as he leans forward and presses his lips against hers. Her mouth opens under the pressure, allowing him to slip his tongue inside to explore the sweetness hidden within. She moans softly into the kiss, arching her back and pushing closer to him as their bodies meet in an intense connection.

With one strong arm, Nick scoops Patricia up off the bed and into his embrace; she wraps her legs around his waist automatically, grinding against his

Nick's kisses grow more demanding as he lays Patricia down on your soft mattress. She gasps for air, feeling the heat from their bodies mingle together as they move against each other in perfect harmony. His hands roam over her curves, cupping and squeezing her ample breasts through her bra before working their way lower to tease at the hem of her dress.

"Take it off," he murmurs roughly between kisses along her neck. "I need to see all of you." His voice is husky with desire as his fingers deftly unhook her bra and pull the lace cups down, exposing her perfect breasts to the cool air of your room for the first time.

Patricia cries out at the sensation of being bared so completely before arching her back again, offering them up to his eager lips. He takes one nipple

Her eyes roll back in her head as he sucks greedily on her nipple, flicking it with his tongue and teasing the hard little nub with his teeth. She moans out his name over and over again, urging him to continue this incredible feeling spreading through her body. Her hips begin to rock against his stomach, seeking friction where they can find it, needing more of this sensual torment.

With one hand still wrapped around a breast, Nick reaches down between their bodies with the other and unbuckles his belt. He slides the metal through its loops impatiently, almost angry with the way it gets in his way as he tries to get at her. Finally free of the restriction, he kicks off his pants and underwear, revealing a hard length of flesh that she's ached for since their very first kiss.

She looks down at

A groan vibrates through her as she takes in the sight of Nick's fully erect cock, bobbing eagerly above his taut stomach. Her mouth goes dry at the thought of having that enormous thing inside her; she shudders with anticipation as he slowly lowers himself onto it. He's so big, stretching her in a way she never knew possible, filling every inch of her wetness with his heat.

She throws her head back and moans loudly as he starts to move inside her, their hips slapping together in a primal rhythm that matches the fierce beat of their hearts. His pace is intense but she can't help but want more; she arches her back again, begging him with her body for faster, harder strokes. Her breasts bounce with each thrust and she feels the familiar tightness in her lower stomach as she ne

"Oh god... Nick!" Patricia cries out his name, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. Her body spasms and convulses around him as her juices coat his cock, making the sensation even more intense. She feels the walls of her sex clench tightly, milking every last drop of pleasure from him before finally relaxing its grip.

Panting hard, she looks down at where their bodies meet and watches as he lets out a hoarse shout and thrusts deep inside her one final time, his hot seed spilling into her womb. Their breath mingles as they both try to catch their breath, basking in the afterglow of their shared climax.

With a soft smile, she reaches up and runs her fingers through his sweaty hair, tracing lazy circles on his taut stomach. "Thank you," she whispers, already

Her body feels like it's floating on a cloud of pleasure as Nick continues to move inside her, their sweat-slick skin sliding against each other in perfect harmony. The room is filled with the sound of their ragged breathing and the slapping of flesh against flesh as he takes her hard and fast, his hips meeting hers at every angle possible.

As she feels herself growing closer to another orgasm, she wraps her legs tightly around his waist and arches her back off the bed, urging him deeper inside her. Her moans grow louder as they build to a fever pitch, her body tensing in anticipation of the release that's building steadily within her.

Finally, she feels herself break apart beneath him, crying out his name as pleasure washes over her in waves. Her inner walls squeeze tight around him again and he growls deeply in satisfaction,

Nick's orgasm is nearly violent as he thrusts harder than ever before, his hips snapping forward with each powerful stroke. He groans deep in his throat and bites down on his lower lip to muffle the sound as his hot seed pours into her womb, filling her up and leaving them both spent and sated.

With a soft moan of contentment, he collapses forward onto her chest, pressing their sweaty bodies together from breast to thigh. She can feel him still hard inside her but she's too relaxed and satisfied to care; she wraps one arm around his back and another around his neck, holding him close as they catch their breath and revel in the aftermath of their incredible lovemaking.

After what seems like an eternity, Nick finally pulls out of her with a loud groan. She feels empty and cold without him inside but she understands that he

Her heart skips a beat at his declaration, and for a moment she wonders if her feelings are as strong. But then she realizes that they don't have to be; all that matters is the connection they share right now. She smiles up at him, eyes shining with love and adoration as she whispers:

"I love you too, Nick. Thank you for tonight."

She giggles at his request, feeling giddy and lighthearted in a way she hasn't in years. "Of course you can," she tells him with a blush. "And I promise to call you all sorts of adorable names too." They share a sweet laugh before he leans down and presses their lips together once more, this time soft and gentle, full of affection.

As they lie there together in the afterglow of their passion, she can't help but wonder where this newfound love will lead them. All she knows for sure is that from now on, nothing will ever be the same between them again.

The question brings her back to reality with a jolt. They've been so wrapped up in each other that she hadn't given much thought to their spouses until now. She sighs heavily, knowing there's no easy answer to Nick's question. "My husband... he's never really around," she says quietly, hating the bitter taste her words leave in her mouth.

"We haven't had a real connection in years; our relationship is more like two people who are roommates than anything else." She pauses, feeling guilty for talking about him when she should be focusing on Nick. "I think... I think my husband and I will figure it out eventually," she says lamely, hoping her uncertainty doesn't scare Nick away from this new life they could have together.

Her eyes drift back to his face, studying his expression for any signs of disapproval or disappointment. Instead

The softness in Nick's voice reassures her that he understands and doesn't expect anything more than she can give. "I just want to be happy," she tells him honestly. "And right now, with you... I feel happier than I have in years."

He smiles at her, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he does so, and leans down to press a gentle kiss against her forehead. "Then let's focus on being happy together," he whispers before rolling onto his side to spoon her from behind, their bodies pressed tightly together once more.

She feels safe and loved in his embrace, content knowing that no matter what happens with her husband or anyone else in the future, she has Nick now...and that's all that truly matters.

"And I am grateful for my friend next door," she says with a yawn, already feeling drowsy from their exertions earlier. "There's no one else I'd rather share these moments with." As sleep begins to claim her again, the last thought she has is of how perfect it would be if they could continue like this forever; just the two of them, happy and in love, making every moment count together.

She drifts off into a contented slumber, safe in the knowledge that Nick's strong arms will always be there to keep her warm through the night...and hopefully for many nights to come.

You're so clever, Nick," she murmurs sleepily as he continues to stroke her hair. "Your mom should be so proud of you." A soft yawn escapes her lips before she can stop it, and with a sigh of contentment, she allows herself to drift back off to sleep, her body relaxing into his touch as they lie spooned together on your bed.

Her last thought before surrendering to slumber is how wonderful it would be if they could always be like this: together, happy, and free from any worries about what anyone else might think or say. She lets out a contented sigh, cuddling closer to Nick as their bodies mold together in sleep, her heart full of hope and joy for the future that lies ahead for them both.

"Morning," your mother says brightly as she walks into the room, her arms laden with groceries. She glances between you and Patricia without missing a beat before continuing: "I picked up some croissants on my way home; thought you two might want to have breakfast together."

"That sounds wonderful," Patricia says, her voice still sleepy but filled with excitement nonetheless. As your mother begins to put away the groceries, she notices how close the two of you are spooning and can't help but smile to herself. She knows there's more going on between you than just friendship, and for now, she decides it's best to let nature take its course.

After all, what harm could come from letting them spend a little more time together? As long as everyone involved is happy...

You pause, considering your words carefully before speaking again. "Mom, could you please close the door? There's something really important we need to discuss." Your mother raises an eyebrow in curiosity but does as you ask, closing the bedroom door behind her with a click. The sudden silence fills the room, making Patricia squirm slightly beneath your touch.

"I... I love her," you confess quietly, looking into Patricia's eyes. "And I think she loves me too." Her face lights up at your words, and she leans in to press a soft kiss against your lips. You feel a rush of desire surge through you as you return the affection, deepening the kiss until you're both panting for air.

With trembling hands, you reach down and guide her panties off, fingers skimming over her silky smooth skin before she helps yank them all

The world around you fades away as your body presses against hers, flesh sliding against flesh in a rhythm that feels almost instinctual. With each thrust inside her, you grow more certain of the feelings you have for her; there's no mistaking it now. This is love, real and true.

Her hands grip tightly at your shoulders as she arches her back to meet your movements, moans spilling from her lips in a constant stream. She feels so good, so right in your arms, and the knowledge that you've finally found something like this with someone like her makes every stroke seem even more intense than before.

Your mouth finds hers again and again, their kisses deep and passionate as they explore each other in a newfound passion. You can feel the tension building inside both of you, your bodies straining toward release as you lose yourself in this shared moment. As you reach the brink, she

Your world explodes as you feel your seed shoot deep into her core, her walls clenching tight around you in a rush of pleasure that almost sends you over the edge. Gasping for air, you lean heavily against her, your bodies still joined together as they ride out the last tremors of their climax.

It's only when you finally catch your breath and pull out of her that you notice the room isn't quite as quiet as it was before. Your mother clears her throat loudly from somewhere outside the bedroom, a knowing grin playing across her lips.

Patricia laughs softly, running her fingers through her mussed hair as she looks up at you with love in her eyes. "I guess that's our cue," she says, a teasing tone creeping into her voice.

"Cue for what?" your mother calls from the other side of the door, feign

"Alright, alright," she says with a hint of amusement in her voice. "I'll leave you two lovebirds alone then." There's a brief pause before the door swings open, revealing your mother once more. She raises an eyebrow in question as she takes in the flushed appearance of both of you, but doesn't say anything further on the subject.

Instead, she simply shrugs and hands you each a plate stacked high with croissants and fruit. "I made us breakfast," she says with a smile. "Why don't we eat it in the living room?" Her tone is casual, almost as if nothing out of the ordinary had just happened, but Patricia can feel the weight of her knowing gaze on them nonetheless.

As you clean up and make your way to the living room, hand in hand, she squeezes your

"I don't know why you make such a big deal out of this," your mother says casually, taking a sip of her coffee. "It's not like it's anything unusual." She looks from you to Patricia and back again, a knowing smile playing around the corners of her mouth.

Despite your nerves earlier, you feel a surge of confidence at her words. Maybe she doesn't mind as much as you thought. You glance over at Patricia, feeling a rush of love for her wash over you again. She looks beautiful sitting there across from you, her cheeks flushed and her eyes shining with happiness.

Without hesitation, you lean in and press your lips to hers, kissing her softly before pulling away to say: "You know what? Mom's right. We should just enjoy ourselves." Patricia smiles at you, relief washing over

Her lips meet yours in a gentle yet passionate kiss as she wraps her arms around your neck. Your mom watches on with amusement, sipping her coffee contentedly as you and Patricia share a moment that feels almost surreal. The sun streaming through the window casts a warm glow over your skin, the smell of freshly brewed coffee fills the air, and all you can focus on is the feeling of Patricia in your arms.

As you break apart from her kiss, you look deep into her eyes, searching for any sign that she regrets what they've done. But there's only love there, and it feels so right. "Thank you," she whispers, leaning in to press a soft kiss against your jaw before going back to nibbling on her croissant.

Your mom clears her throat again, drawing your attention back to her. She smiles indulgently at

Her smile widens as she watches the two of you together, knowing deep down that this is right. "Well," she says cheerfully, "now that we've got that out of the way, why don't you two tell me what you're up to today?" She takes another sip of coffee and leans back in her chair, content for now to simply observe and enjoy the moment with her perfect son...and his perfect partner.

Her eyes widen at your words, a mix of shock and delight dancing across her features. She looks over at your mother, searching for some sort of reaction, but finds none other than an amused twinkle in her eye. It's then that she realizes it doesn't matter what anyone else thinks or says; this is their lives now, and they get to decide how to live them together.

"Really?" she breathes out, meeting your gaze with a look of pure adoration. "You wouldn't mind if...if we had a baby?"

Her heart skips a beat at your words, butterflies dancing in her stomach as she considers the prospect of raising a child with you. You're right; this is their life now, and if they want to make it together into something truly special...well, nothing would do that quite like having a baby.

She looks over at your mother again, waiting for some sign or confirmation that she's not making a terrible mistake. But all she sees is acceptance and love in those familiar features, and with a deep breath, she nods slowly. "Yes," she says finally. "I would love to have your baby."

The rest of the day passes in a whirlwind of excitement and anticipation. The three of you sit together in the living room, laughing and talking about the future as if it's already written, all doubts and fears forgotten. It feels like they've known each other for years instead of just this one amazing day.

As the sun begins to set, your mom stands up and gives you both a warm hug. "Well," she says with a proud smile, "I think it's about time I head home for the night. But I'll be back tomorrow for dinner; I'd love to hear more about your plans."

You exchange glances with Patricia as your mother heads toward the door, their eyes filled with love and promise. This is only the beginning, they know that now. Together, they can face anything life throws at them...and there's nothing sweeter than having someone by

You take Patricia's hand in yours and lead her to the bedroom, a slow, tender smile playing across your lips. "I have an idea," you say mysteriously, closing the door behind you with a click. She watches as you move to the bed, crawling on all fours until she's positioned directly between your legs.

Her heart races as she realizes what you have in mind; the two of them alone, away from everyone else, exploring each other and their newfound connection. With a shaky exhale, she slowly lowers her head, taking your erect length into her mouth.

As Patricia's warm wet lips encircle you, you moan loudly, arching your back off the mattress. She takes you deep, bobbing up and down as she pleasures you with expert skill. Your hands grip tightly at her hair, urging

Her voice muffled against your skin, Patricia continues to stroke and caress you with her mouth. Her body moves in perfect rhythm as she takes you deeper, faster, each thrust of her tongue sending shockwaves of pleasure through you. You can feel yourself getting closer, the tension building within you until it becomes almost unbearable.

With a desperate growl, you grab her by the shoulders and push her back onto the bed. She gasps as your hard length presses against her opening, the heat of your skin sending shivers down her spine. You slide easily inside her, filling her up in one smooth motion. She arches her back, moaning loudly at the feel of you inside her once more.

Her hands roam over your body, exploring every inch of firm, hard muscle as you begin to move together. Your hips slide in time with hers, each thrust pushing you deeper

The rhythm grows faster and more frenzied as you lose yourself in the heat of the moment. Her nails scrape down your back, leaving trails of pleasure-pain that only serve to heighten your senses further. She feels your body tensing beneath her, knows what's about to happen, and with a moan that sounds somewhere between pain and ecstasy, she pushes up against you as hard as she can.

Your orgasm hits you like a tidal wave, leaving you shuddering in its wake. She feels you pulsing inside her, can feel your warm seed spilling into her body as your cries fill the room. You collapse on top of her, breathing heavily as reality slowly begins to filter back in around the edges of your consciousness.

You look down at Patricia with a mixture of awe and disbelief in your eyes. "That was..." you start,

"That was incredible," she whispers, reaching up to cup your face in her hands. "I've never felt anything like that before." You smile at her, feeling proud and exhilarated all at once. Despite the mess they must look like now, covered in sweat and cum, with your mom just outside the door waiting for you to clean yourself up so she can finish cleaning, it feels as if nothing else matters.

You roll off her, breathing deeply as you try to catch your breath again. Patricia watches you for a moment before smiling warmly and saying: "Maybe we should call it a night after all that." You nod tiredly in agreement, knowing she's right. Tomorrow is going to be another day, one filled with new challenges and uncertainties...but as long as they have each other? They can face anything life throws at them.

The two of you lie together in the afterglow of your passion, exhaustion slowly creeping over your bodies as sleep begins to claim you both. As her eyes drift shut, Patricia can't help but smile at the thought that this is just the beginning. Together, they will face whatever comes their way; love, heartbreak, joy and sorrow alike.

And no matter what else life might throw at them? They have each other to catch them when they fall.

The sun streams in through the window, casting a warm glow over your skin as you wake up tangled together in the bed. A contented sigh escapes Patricia's lips as she stretches her arms above her head, the movement causing Nick to stir beneath the covers. With a groan, he rolls onto his back, one hand lazily trailing across his forehead before dropping to rest on his flat stomach.

"Morning," Patricia whispers softly, leaning over to press a gentle kiss against his cheek. "Sleep well?"

He squints up at her blearily, still half-asleep. "Yeah... You?" He yawns widely before asking, "What time is it anyway? Shouldn't we get going soon?"

"Just a few more minutes," Patricia replies, moving away from him slightly. She turns back to the stove, continuing to stir the pasta as she glances surreptitiously at Nick out of the corner of her eye. He's watching her carefully too, a hungry look in those beautiful eyes that sends shivers down her spine.

She reaches up and unties her hair, letting it fall freely around her shoulders. With one swift movement, she steps closer to him and presses their bodies together once more, this time their hips grinding against each other in a sensuous rhythm. Nick groans deep in his throat as he wraps an arm around her waist, pulling her even closer.

"Mmm..." Her breath catches in her throat as she feels him harden against her again. With a small moan of pleasure, she arches her back slightly, pressing herself more firm

The mixture of their juices spills over the sides of the pot, merging with the hot noodles and creating a sticky mess on the stovetop. They barely notice as their movements become wilder, more urgent. Nick cups her bottom in his hands, lifting her up onto the kitchen island so that she's straddling him. He thrusts deeper into her, grunting with effort and pleasure as he feels himself reaching the brink again.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her nails digging into his shoulders as she arches her back off the counter. "I love you," she whispers hoarsely, feeling the orgasm building inside her. Nick growls out a reply, unable to form any coherent words as he loses himself in the intensity of this moment with her.

With one final thrust, he comes inside her, his hips bucking

Her breath catches in her throat as you slip her down over your erect length, the heat of your skin sending shivers up and down her spine. You're still at the table, looking casual as if this were the most natural thing in the world to be doing. But she knows better; this is a sign that your feelings for her run deep, that there's no way you could ever hide what they share.

She takes your hand in hers, helping to guide it between her legs as you begin to stroke her, matching your rhythm with the slow rocking of her hips against your hand. You feel so good inside her like this; deep and full, every thrust pushing her closer to the edge. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she leans forward onto the table, arching her back off the small of her back in an effort to get closer.

With a sharp gasp, she comes apart

The pasta boils over in the pot behind you, steam rising up and filling the kitchen as you taste your own orgasm on her lips. She kisses you back hungrily, moans vibrating against your skin as she comes down from her high. Your cock twitches inside her, ready for another round, but there's something sweet about letting this moment linger just a bit longer.

You pull out of her, and she sighs in disappointment before leaning back against the counter. You scoop some pasta into two bowls, tossing it with parmesan and pepper, then set them on the table in front of you. She smiles up at you as she sits down, naked and glistening from their lovemaking. "Thank you," she says softly, reaching out to take your hand.

You intertwine your fingers with hers, feeling a sense of peace was

The words hang heavy in the air for a moment before you both start laughing. You glance around to make sure your mom is still out of earshot, and then lean forward to whisper, "Maybe later." Patricia giggles into her hands, feeling the heat rise to her cheeks. She doesn't know why she's so shy about this; it feels so right with you.

As you enjoy your meal together, the mood between them remains playful and lighthearted. Even as you finish up and start cleaning up the mess from their lovemaking, there's an undeniable sense of connection there, something that runs deeper than just sex or even love. It's something new and exciting, and Patricia can't wait to see where it leads them next.

Later that night, as you curl up together on the couch, the television flickering in the background, Patricia finally finds the courage to bring up what's been on her mind all day. She nestles her head into the crook of your neck, taking a deep breath before asking softly: "So...what are we going to do about everything?"

You tense slightly at her words but don't pull away. Instead, you wrap an arm around her and give her a reassuring squeeze. "I don't know," you admit quietly. "But I want to figure it out together." She turns to look up at you then, her eyes searching yours for any sign of doubt or uncertainty. But all she sees is love, plain and simple. And with that realization comes a sense of calm washing over her.

You lean down and kiss her tenderly on the lips, your hands running so

"I love you," you breathe against her skin as she arches into you, her body begging for more. Your movements become urgent and demanding, your cock sliding in and out of her with a slick sound that echoes through the room. She feels like she could come apart at any moment, every nerve ending alive with pleasure as you bring them both closer to the edge.

With a cry that is more need than anything else, Patricia's body tenses and arches off the bed. Her fingernails scrape down your back, leaving red lines in their wake as she tries desperately to hold on. But it's no use; her orgasm crashes over her like a wave, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through every inch of her body.

With a hoarse cry, you follow suit, your hips bucking violently as hot seed spills deep

You're lost in the sensation, blind to everything but her and this incredible release of pleasure. Her tight muscles clench around you, milking every last drop from your aching cock before finally relaxing, leaving you spent and gasping for air. She collapses limply beneath you, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tries to catch her breath again.

"Wow," she manages to whisper after several long moments. "That was..." But there are no words to describe the intensity of what just happened between them. You pull out of her, tossing the condom onto the bedside table before rolling onto your side and pulling her into your arms. She curls up against you, their bare skin slapping together with each movement as they both try to catch their breath again.

As the room grows quiet once more, you can't help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment wash over