“You’ll have to get tested,” says my friend importantly. “You never know with these things.”
Of course Roxy’s right, but at the same time, I can’t imagine that Conor has anything. He’s just too hot and the electricity between us was lightning and thunder mixed into one. So pulling up to my house, I get out and wave merrily at Roxy.
“Thanks for the ride!” is my cheery goodbye. “See ya later!”
Exhausted, I flop into bed, the events of the night still churning in my mind. Holy shit, did that really happen? Did I really lose my virginity to a god-like man, gorgeous with an enormous cock? Slowly, I drift off to sleep with a smile on my face.
* * *
A soft knock at the door startles my curvy form. I’m in bed, the late morning sun peeking through my curtains. I sit up against the cushions as the door opens slowly, and Mom’s face appears in the opening.
“Oh good, you’re awake!” Elaine smiles. “I’ve made coffee and pancakes.”
The thought of having a peaceful breakfast with Mom calms me down. A little normalcy will do me good after the excitement of last night. I squeeze my pussy together under the covers, and the ache makes a tremble go up my spine.
But I have to act normal, so I smile like everything’s alright.
“Sounds awesome, Mom. I’ll be down in a bit.” Elaine retreats again, closing the door behind her, as I swing my legs out of bed. A shower will set the world to rights.
As hot water courses down my body, I recall again Conor’s hands on me, and I grip my soapy tits the way he did. I find myself sighing at the thought of his hard, perfect body against mine, his giant cock pulsing inside me as he unloaded himself. The thought of having pleasured a man like that, with the body I’ve always felt so insecure about is something I never thought within the realm of possibility. Delicately, I touch myself between my legs, letting my fingers glide over my soapy clitoris, remembering his tongue there. It feels so good that I’m tempted to try and pleasure myself here in the shower, but then stop. This is wrong. This isn’t me. Whatever Conor unlocked in me, it’s going back in the safe.
Quickly, I turn on the cold tap as if to seal the deal, and gasp at the sudden blast of icy water. But it helps and I’m knocked back to reality. Must return to Planet Earth. Must act normal.
Stepping out of the shower, I dry my hair and throw on some jeans and sneakers before running downstairs.
“Hey Mom,” I manage in a somewhat normal voice. “That smells really good.”
Elaine turns from the stove.
“Sit down,” she says. “I’m making your favorite pancakes, the ones that come in the shape of a bear.”
And pretty soon, we’re back to normal. I’m chewing on my bear pancakes, letting the golden dough dissolve in my mouth. Leaning forwards, Mom suddenly squeezes my hand, and I look up at her, still chewing. She’s smiling warmly at me.
“It’s so nice to have you home, sweetie,” she says.
“It’s nice to be home!” I smile, meaning it, and turn my attention back to my pancakes.
But Elaine has an agenda.
“I was thinking you could help me do some wedding shopping this week. What do you think?” In the excitement of the last twelve hours I’d forgotten Mom was getting married. Of course. This is what I came home for, after all.
“Sure, sounds fun,” I mumble with a forced smile, nodding with my mouth full. Right now, I welcome any kind of distraction so I don’t have to keep thinking of Conor’s huge –
“Maybe we can start with the cake? There’s this new, fabulous bakery in Riverbend, and they’re holding a tasting day!”
I laugh at my mother’s enthusiasm. We both love to eat and any type of free tasting of baked goods is a shared enthusiasm. So I nod energetically.
“You know me, Mom” I smile. “If there’s cake, I’m there.”
“And I was also thinking, that with this wedding coming up, it really is about time you met my fiancé Henry. He is going to be your stepfather, after all.” My heart sinks. None of her previous husbands, including my own father, were anything to write home about, and I doubt this one will be any different. But I decide to make an effort.
“I agree,” I say through a mouthful of pancakes. “Why don’t we all have dinner sometime?”
“Great idea, sweetie. I’ll arrange it for next week, and I’ll tell Henry to bring his son.”
“Sure of course,” I babble with false enthusiasm. “I look forward to meeting them!” Anything to make my mom happy.
“You’re a good girl, Carrie,” Elaine smiles back. “I’m so proud to have you as my daughter. You make all the other daughters out there look bad.”