The feeling that you get through your body after good sex is great, but with Sarah, it was like I was cumming all over again. We both lay on the bathroom floor, panting and sweating heavily like we’d just run a mile, wanting to savor this as long as we could. After orgasming 3 times within the last 2 hours, I was totally spent

We couldn’t stop looking at each other. It was like we were addicted to each other! It was time, however, to get back to the party in case anyone noticed us.

We both stood up, cleaned ourselves off, got dressed, and headed downstairs, content, making small talk the whole way. I checked my watch. It was 11:20. Knowing my sister and mom were bound to be home soon, I kissed Sarah lightly on the cheek, and turned to leave.

“Mark,” said Sarah.

I turned around.

“Promise me we can do that more often?”

“Promise me that too,” I laughed.

She just smiled. That killed me. It’s one of those smiles where it can pierce the coldest man’s heart, but can also completely intoxicate you, like a beer.

“It’s not like you are moving away again,” I said. “I really want this for us, and if you want this too, that’s great!”

She just looked at me, and smiled again

–10 hours later–

The sunshine immediately woke me up, at around 9:22 the next morning. My dick was hard and my sheets were damp, no doubt thanks to Sarah. I should have relieved myself before bed, I thought. No use crying over spilled beer…

I hadn’t really gotten a lot of sleep. My sister and mom had a huge catfight over the car, and I tried everything. Tylenol, loud music, pillows over my ears. Menopause vs. Hormones = Hell.

Anyway, I had just kicked the sheets off my bed when I heard the doorbell ring. My dog Max immediately responded with a series of loud barks and yaps. “Max! Be quiet!” my mom half yelled. He was still growling when my mom opened the door.

“Hi Mrs. Anderson!” SHE said

“Oh my god… Sarah?” my mom exclaimed

“Anderson!” SHE said

“Oh my god… Sarah?” my mom exclaimed

“Yes it’s me!” she said enthusiastically.

“Mark! Mark!” Get out of bed she screamed up the stairs. “Sarah’s back!”

“I know. I know she’s ba-” before my senses kicked in. BUSTED

“So. Where were you REALLY last night, Mark.”

Sarah looked confused. Even over my mom’s shoulder, she still looked so cute, dressed in dark jeans and a faded yellow tank top.

“Ummm… Sarah! What a surprise!” I exclaimed, but it was too late, the damage was done.

“You guys run along now. Mark, we’ll talk later.” She said, giving me evil eyes.

“Oh-key…” I said half frustrated, half-amused.