I wonder where my semen ended up? It probably landed on Stevie, but it's missing in action. The blanket underneath must be a sticky mess, right? If I pulled it back, that smell would probably hit us all at once. Best to leave it alone.
In the morning, when Stevie woke up, I was afraid she might say something like,
"What's this? What's this crusty stuff?"
Whatever, let's just sleep. My now-shrunken thing slipped out from between Lily's legs. The tip was still dripping, but whatever. It got on Lily's clothes too, but that's fine. I tucked it back into my pants and tried to sleep.
I don't know how long I slept, but when I woke up, I saw Stevie's sleeping face on the other side. The window was starting to brighten. Huh? Where's Lily? She wasn't sucking on me or anything. Where did she go? Just then, the door opened silently and Lily came in carrying a bucket.
When she saw I was awake, she said,
