...e an eternity, Freddie felt Sam stir against him. She sat up and slid off him and onto the floor. Freddie followed suit, sitting up and peeling the used condom off his now soft dick and tossing it into his wastebasket.
"Can I use your shower?" Sam said, running a hand over her forehead and through her hair.
"Yeah, sure," Freddie said. He felt sticky and moist as he got off the bed. "I need one too."
They went out into the living room. Freddie picked up his boxers and slid them on, cringing to himself at the sticky feeling of the mix of condom lube and his own cum on his dick as he did. Freddie walked over to the linen closet and retrieved a fresh set of towels while Sam put her panties back on and gathered the rest of her clothes from the floor.
Sam showered first while Freddie collected his clothes and straightened up the living room; Freddie followed. Freddie let the warm water run over him for a moment as he attempted to collect himself. Scrubbing away the layer of sweat and other bodily fluids that had built up on his skin, a part of Freddie wished that he could also scrub away the memory of this night and of their first time that night a month ago; strangely, though...