Chapter 3: Morning After

I woke up with cum dried on my shirt and immediate regret. The party noise had stopped at some point during the night, but I couldn't remember when. Sleep had come eventually, though not peacefully.

I pulled off the ruined shirt and threw it in the hamper. My room smelled like stale beer from where I'd spilled some on the carpet. I needed a shower, but first I needed to assess the damage downstairs.

The hallway was quiet when I opened my door. No sounds from Mandy's room. I went down to eat, thinking about how un-fun it is going to be to have to clean this shit up.

I heard movement upstairs. Footsteps in the hallway, then the bathroom door closing. The shower turned on. I was already thinking of Mandy naked and wet, not far from me.

The shower stopped. More footsteps. Mandy's bedroom door opened and closed.

I poured coffee into a mug and took it to the living room. The couch was the only place to sit that didn't look completely trashed. I sat down and sipped my coffee, staring at the wall.

About twenty minutes later, Mandy came downstairs. Her hair was wet from the shower, hanging past her shoulders in dark waves. She wore an oversized gray t-shirt that hung off one shoulder and barely covered her ass. Underneath I could see the edge of pink panties.

She had her phone pressed to her ear, talking animatedly to someone. She walked right past me without acknowledgment and sprawled on the couch, her legs stretching out as she settled into the cushions.

"No, I'm serious," she said into the phone. "It was fucking insane."

I stood up from the couch and went back to the kitchen. My toast was still sitting on the counter, along with the coffee pot. I grabbed a bowl from the cabinet and poured cereal into it, then added milk from the fridge.

Orange juice sounded good too. I found a clean glass and filled it, then gathered everything and carried it back to the living room.

The armchair near the couch seemed like the best option. I sat down and started eating my cereal, half-listening to Mandy's phone conversation while trying to focus on my breakfast.

"Yeaaah I hooked up with Jake!," Mandy exclaimed, glass of water and aspirin next to her. She was lying on her back now, one arm draped across her forehead. "We fucked for like an hour."

I crunched my cereal. The milk was getting a little warm, but it was fine.

"I know, right?" Mandy continued. "I didn't think he'd have that much stamina."

She shifted on the couch, rolling onto her side to face me. Her shirt rode up slightly, showing more of her hip and the curve of her ass in those pink panties.

"Oh my god, Sarah, his dick," Mandy said. She was looking right at me now, a mischievous smile spreading across her face. "It was so FUCK-ING BIG."

I took a drink of orange juice. The cereal was getting soggy.

"Like, I could barely fit it in my mouth," Mandy continued. Her eyes stayed locked on mine. "He just grabbed my hair and fucked my throat until I was gagging."

I ate more cereal. Three bites left in the bowl.

"Yeah, the tall one with the tattoos."

She laughed at something Sarah said on the other end. While laughing, she sat up and pulled her knees to her chest, wrapping her free arm around her legs. The position made her shirt ride up even more, showing the full curve of her ass where it met her thighs.

"No, we did it on my bed," Mandy said. "He bent me over and just started pounding me from behind."

I finished my cereal and set the bowl on the side table. The orange juice was still half full.

"I'm telling you, he went so fucking hard," Mandy continued. She released her knees and stretched her legs out again, this time letting them fall open slightly. "Like, his cock was hitting my cervix with every thrust."

She made eye contact with me again, clearly enjoying my discomfort. I picked up my orange juice and took a long drink.

"I know it sounds like I'm exaggerating, but I'm really not," Mandy said. "He was so deep inside me I thought I was going to pass out."

I drank more orange juice. Almost empty now.

Mandy rolled onto her stomach, propping herself up on her elbows. The position made her ass stick up, the fabric of her panties stretching tight across her cheeks. She started kicking her feet in the air behind her like a teenage girl talking to her crush.

"Oh, and get this," Mandy said. "He's one of those guys who likes being called daddy."

She paused while Sarah responded, then laughed.

"I know, so predictable, right?" Mandy said. "But honestly, he was really into it. Every time he was like 'Uuuuh' hahah! Like a fuckin gorilla! Uhhhh!"

I set down my empty glass and leaned back in the armchair. Nowhere else to look except at Mandy, so I just let my eyes rest on her while she continued her conversation.

"Yeah, so I was riding him," Mandy said. She shifted her hips slightly, grinding against the couch cushion. "And I started saying all this dirty shit like 'fuck me harder daddy' and 'your cock feels so good daddy' and he just completely lost it."

She bit her lower lip, remembering. Her hips moved again, a small circular motion against the couch.

"He started spanking me too," Mandy continued. Her free hand moved down her body, sliding under her shirt to rest on her stomach. "Like, really hard. My ass is still red from it."

I watched her hand move lower, disappearing beneath the waistband of her panties.

"God, it felt so fucking good," Mandy said. Her voice had gotten slightly breathless. "Every time he spanked me, I could feel my pussy clench around his dick."

Her hand was definitely between her legs now. I could see the movement beneath her panties, small circles that matched the rhythm of her breathing.

"I came like three times," Mandy said. She moaned softly, her eyes closing. "The first time was when he was fucking me from behind. He reached around and started rubbing my clit while he was pounding me, and I just exploded."

Her hand moved faster. She bit her lip harder, her breathing getting heavier.

"Then I rode him," Mandy continued. "And that was the second time. I was bouncing on his dick so hard, and I could feel him all the way up inside me, filling me completely."

She rolled onto her back again, her legs falling open. Her hand stayed between her legs, moving in deliberate strokes now.

"The third time was the best though," Mandy said. Her voice was getting shakier. "He flipped me onto my back and put my legs over his shoulders. Then he just started fucking me as hard as he could."

She moaned again, louder this time. Her hips lifted off the couch slightly, pressing into her hand.

"I was screaming," Mandy said. "Like, I couldn't control myself. I just kept yelling 'fuck me harder daddy, use me, I'm your little slut' and all this crazy shit."

Her breathing was ragged now. She was definitely getting close to coming, her hand moving frantically between her legs while she continued describing the night to Sarah.

"And then I felt it building," Mandy said. "Like this pressure just mounting and mounting until I thought I was going to fucking die. And when I finally came, it was so intense I couldn't even make noise. I just opened my mouth and nothing came out."

She arched her back, her whole body tensing. For a few seconds she was completely silent, frozen in that position. Then she exhaled hard and her body relaxed, sinking back into the couch cushions.

"Fuck," she whispered. Then, louder into the phone: "Sorry, what did you say?"

She listened to Sarah for a moment, then laughed.

"No, I was just remembering how good it felt," Mandy said. She pulled her hand out of her panties and examined her fingers, which were visibly wet. "Honestly, Sarah, his dick was perfect. Like, the exact right size and shape to hit all the right spots."

She brought her fingers to her mouth and sucked them clean, her eyes finding mine again. She smiled around her fingers.

"The stamina was impressive too," Mandy continued after releasing her fingers. "He fucked me for like forty-five minutes straight before he came. By the end my legs were shaking so bad I couldn't stand up."

She sat up and crossed her legs, leaning forward with her elbows on her knees. Her shirt hung loose, showing her cleavage and the curve of her breasts.

"Oh, and the dirty talk," Mandy said. "He kept asking me if I liked being his little slut, if I liked taking his big cock, all that kind of stuff. Normally I think it's corny, but he actually made it hot."

She twisted a strand of wet hair around her finger while she talked.

"Yeah, he spanked me a lot," Mandy said. "Every time I called him daddy, he'd spank me harder. By the end my ass was completely red and it stung so good."

She uncrossed her legs and stretched them out, pointing her toes toward the ceiling before letting them drop back down.

"I'd give him like an eight point five out of ten," Mandy said. "The size was great, the stamina was great, the enthusiasm was definitely there. He loses points for being a little too predictable with the positions though."

She listened to Sarah's response, nodding along.

"Right, like he did the standard stuff," Mandy explained. "Doggy, cowgirl, missionary with my legs up. All good positions, don't get me wrong, but I would have liked something more creative."

She stood up from the couch and walked toward the kitchen, still talking. I watched her lightly bruised ass move beneath the oversized shirt, the pink panties peeking out with each step.

"The technique was solid though," Mandy continued. "He knew how to use his hips, how to angle himself to hit the g-spot. And when he rubbed my clit while fucking me from behind? That was chef's kiss."

She grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and took a long drink. Then she walked back to the living room, but instead of sitting on the couch, she sat on the armrest of my chair.

Her ass was right next to my shoulder. I could smell her body wash, something floral and sweet. Underneath that was the faint scent of sex, still clinging to her skin even after the shower.

"Oh, and I should mention the oral," Mandy said. She shifted her weight, pressing her thigh against my arm. "Before we fucked, he went down on me for like twenty minutes. His tongue was incredible."

She took another drink of water, then set the bottle on the side table next to my empty cereal bowl.

"Yeah, he really knew what he was doing," Mandy continued. "Like, he started slow, just kissing my thighs and getting me warmed up. Then he dove in and just ate me out like he was starving."

Her hand came down and rested on my shoulder. Casual, like she didn't even notice she was doing it.

"I came from just his tongue before we even started fucking," Mandy said. "That's pretty rare for me actually. Most guys give up after like five minutes, but Jake just kept going until I was shaking."

She squeezed my shoulder slightly, her fingers digging into the muscle.

"Anyway, yeah, overall it was a great night," Mandy said. "I'd definitely fuck him again. Maybe next weekend if he's free."

She listened to Sarah for another moment, then laughed.

"Okay, I gotta go," Mandy said. "I'll text you later and we can plan that thing for Thursday."

She hung up and tossed her phone onto the couch. Then she looked down at me, that mischievous smile back on her face.

"Sleep well last night, Harman?" she asked.

The question hung in the air between us. She knew. Of course she fucking knew. The vents connected our rooms, and she'd been screaming loud enough to wake the dead. There was no way she didn't know I'd heard everything.

"Slept fine," I said. My voice came out more strained than I intended.

"Really?" Mandy said. She shifted her weight again, pressing her ass more firmly against my shoulder. "Because the walls in this house are pretty thin. Sound travels really easily between rooms."

"I had headphones in," I lied.

"Did you?" Mandy asked. She leaned down closer, her face now level with mine. "That's interesting, because I could have sworn I heard your bed creaking at the exact same time I was cumming."

My cock was already hardening in my pants. I needed to get out of this conversation and get upstairs to my room.

"Must have been someone else," I said.

"Must have been," Mandy agreed. She straightened up and walked back to the couch, giving me a perfect view of her ass in those pink panties. "Anyway, I'm gonna take a nap. That fuck session really wore me out."

She stretched her arms above her head, her shirt riding up to show her entire stomach and the bottom curve of her breasts. Then she collapsed onto the couch and closed her eyes.

I stood up from the armchair. My erection was obvious through my sweatpants, but Mandy's eyes were closed so she couldn't see it. I grabbed my empty bowl and glass and carried them to the kitchen, setting them in the sink.

Then I headed for the stairs, taking them two at a time.