Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)
The Cum Contest:9

"Scientist in the streets, whore in the sheets," Abby said. I cocked an eyebrow, a mimic of her own signature expression. "I can get a little, um, crude during intercourse sometimes," she explained. "Though I cannot recall the last time I was ever so effusive. If ever."

Abby sat up. She combed back her straight blonde hair and tied it back into a bun. Then she stood and began collecting her clothes. I lay back, enjoying what was an excellent view of an absolutely stunning woman.

Even during the sex, I don't think I appreciated how amazing Abby's body actually was. Her surprisingly full breasts incongruous with her skinny body. The way her little pink bum would jiggle slightly as she moved. The shimmy of her hips. The way her fingers moved as she buttoned up her jeans, dexterous and almost dancing. The sparks of so much thought processing behind her eyes.

"Well, this was definitely a unique experience," Abby said, now fully clothed. "Thank you, TJ."

"Thank you," I said, genuinely. I was still naked on the floor. It felt very comfortable, in that moment.

"I'm assuming I can collect my winnings now?" Abby said, fixing her glasses pointedly.

"Seems to me that I made you cum pretty loud a moment ago," I said. "Screaming out 'I'm cumming,' 'fuck me,' 'yes, yes, yes.""

Abby flushed. She stared down at her surprisingly nice, dark dress shoes. "I believe that occurred after time had passed," she said, still not meeting my eyes.

"Keep the money," I said, "Just tell the girls what happened after. My reputation could use the boost."

Abby paused at that.

"I'll split the money with you," she said, straightening. Again, I felt a little wave of sadness, though I couldn't rationalize why. "But only if you tell the group that I won it all. No other details may be disclosed."

Now it was my turn to pause. Finally, I nodded my agreement. Abby must have read my regret, however, because she bent down and kissed my forehead. Then she spun on her heel and marched out of the apartment.

After the door clicked closed, I climbed to my feet and slowly gathered up my clothes. The living room felt oddly empty. Chairs strewn everywhere. Like a strange, selective tornado had ripped through. Most of all though, everything seemed so quiet. It was weird.

I got dressed and started to slide everything back into place. I was about halfway done when I heard Kelly's bedroom door open. She padded out into the living room, wearing a long, flannel sleep shirt that went down past her knees. So big, she seemed to be swimming in it.

"I don't hear you celebrating," she said, eyeing me.

"The girls won," I said.

"Who took the prize?" Kelly asked.

"Abby, actually."

"Fuck me," Kelly said, "That girl is full of surprises."

"I'm going to make dinner," I said, no longer wanting to talk about this, "Can I make you something?"

"Sure," Kelly said, "I'll be back in my room. Just let me know when it's ready."

"Will do," I said.

She stopped midway to her bedroom. "Oh, and TJ?"

"Yes?"

"You're quite the loud cummer, yourself."

Kelly gave me a wink, then closed her bedroom door firmly behind her.