Revenge, Pt 12: The Aftercare - Sex Stories

Revenge, Pt 12: The Aftercare

... Jessica said, derailing my train of thought. "It's stupid, it just feels kind of... overwhelming sometimes." Jesus. I'm worried about almost raping her, and she's sorry that she cried about it? "It's alright." I said lightly, stroking her hair. She sighed with frustration. "It's not alright, it's stupid." she said, "I'm 18 years old and I can't even have sex without blubbering all over myself and... clinging to you like a child. It's pathetic and-" "Calm down." I interrupted sternly. My sudden gravity startled her. She looked so vulnerable. "Look, sex can be... emotional." I explained gently, "Especially sex like that. Afterwards, it's understandable if you need to... release some of that emotion. And it's... ok." I wasn't explaining this very well. "It's just... ok." I repeated, my voice more firm, "Given everything I do to you, I don't mind cuddling with you afterwards. Just cry if you need to, in future. Don't worry about it." "Thanks." she almost whispered. She went quiet for a few seconds. "I still can't believe you licked my pussy." she said, as if she'd just remembered it. I laughed gently. She rested her head against my chest and I started to stroke her hair again. I felt the pull of sleep sapping away my concentration. "Hey... can we talk?" she asked. "About what?" I sighed. "A few things, actually." she said nervously, "I thought about a lot of things while I was away... well, actually I thought about you a lot while I was away...and I sort of... realised a few ...

... things." "Like that I might like to have my balls licked?" I asked, remembering what she'd said before she tried it out. She laughed lightly. "Yeah, that was one of the things." she said, "But there were a few things that I... I mean, it's kind of hard to... to verbalize... and I guess..." "Just talk." I said sternly. It was getting harder to resist sleep, and I didn't have a problem with listening to her, but I wouldn't sit and endure her dancing around it. "Just say what you want to say." "Ok... well, one thing I realised is that I really like calling you 'Sir'." she said, "I know it's weird, but it just feels right, you know? Like, that's how I think of you now. When I'm thinking about you, it's like... 'I wonder what Sir's doing right now.' or, 'I wonder if Sir would like to see me in this dress.' It just feels right..." I didn't respond to this, although it was good to hear. "And I like how you smell." she said, kissing my chest lightly, "You smell like... well, like sweat, but it reminds me of sex. You smell like fucking. Is that weird?" That made me smile, because I remembered that I'd been thinking much the same thing about her right before I fell asleep. "S'not that weird." I said, stifling another yawn. "What else?" I was curious about a lot of this stuff, about how our relationship was affecting her. She seemed to mostly happy, but I couldn't really be sure. Not that her happiness had ever been my first priority. "Uh, I think there was a few more things. Let me think." ...