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The Post-Nut Clarity

Niall

When I said it’d been a long time since I’d been with a woman, I meant it’d been years. At least two, maybe three. And it’s been even longer since I had an intentional one-night stand.

And after my first one in several years, I was panicking. Not because it was bad or I thought things would get awkward, but because it was good. Too good to stay a one-time thing under normal circumstances. I mean, she was exactly what I’ve never known I needed. Her curves, her laugh, her looks, her words. Her words. The relief I felt to not make any decisions, to just follow her instructions and enjoy. Sex has never been more freeing.

If she felt just half the magic I did, Leah might be reconsidering her one-and-done stance. It felt like a waste of our chemistry to leave things as is, but I didn’t have the time for a relationship, at least the proper kind that Leah deserved. We might have a competent coach now, but Sharma was still adjusting and I needed to be fully present for him and the rest of the team. If I eased up now, everything could fall apart.

Without warning, a pillow crashed into my face, landing with a soft thunk.

“Shut up,” Leah grumbled beside me, dramatically turning onto her side, facing away from me.

“I wasn’t making any noise,” I said with a chuckle before snuggling up against her.

“You were mumbling. Like stress grumbles.” Despite the grouchiness in her voice, she shuffled closer to me, rubbing her ass against my cock like she was teasing me, punishing me for subconsciously making noise and waking her up.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize I was doing it.”

“Some of my kids last year did that when they were doing math,” she grumbled and my jaw dropped.

“You have kids?”

Leah turned over onto her back and slapped my arm. “The kids I teach. I’m not even sure I can have kids on my own.”

“Really?”

She jerked away and sat up.

“Sorry, that was kinda a micro trauma dump, huh? Also it doesn’t mean I can safely have unprotected sex. My mom just had a lot of issues trying to have me, so I assume I will too.”

“I …” I was at a loss for words. We hadn’t really spoken about anything personal beyond my job stress; I didn’t know how to respond to that or what sort of comfort she might need. So I said something kind of stupid. “That’s not what I was thinking. The unprotected sex thing, I mean.”

She looked at me, a small smirk spreading across her face.

“Yeah, you don’t have that kind of vibe. Knee-jerk reaction I guess.” She rolled over onto her back and shuffled so her shoulder was pressed against my side. “So what were you grumbling about then?”

“Well …” I trailed off, realizing how egotistical it sounded that I thought my dick would make her reconsider her relationship status. But if I didn’t say anything, things could get awkward. “I was just thinking that last night was good.”

“And you were making distressed noises over that?” she said, giggling.

“No,” I grumbled, suddenly feeling self defensive. “I was just worried that since it was good, you might want … more. And I couldn’t do that, even if I ‘physically’ would like to. But I figured if I was … tempted, despite my lifestyle, you might be too.”

“So …” She pushed up on her elbows, looking at me with her head cocked and a wide smirk. “You liked being a good boy for me so much, you want to do it again?”

All the blood in my head went straight to my cock. Yeah, every single cell in my body wanted that release again. It wasn’t just the praise, it was the way I didn’t have to think about anything. For once, my brain was quiet and I could enjoy things. And god did I enjoy doing things for her.

“Yeah.” I choked out the word, not sure what I was hoping the admission would get me.

Leah’s teasing look melted to something soft. Soft and sad.