After the Party

ACT I - FOREPLAY

First light.

Everyone
Had drifted off

Except Simon

She looked at him
He wasn’t ugly
Just awkward
And a virgin

He stared back
A wasted grin
A hardness
Forming in his jeans

She felt ripe
Voluptuous
An angel dark
And moistening

And maybe he was sort of cute
At least he didn’t smell

She touched his lips
And felt his need
Then rubbed against his heat

ACT II - COITUS

She bent over
Skirt up
Panties down

On her knees
She offered up
Her sex
A carnal sacrament

Zip ... and then
He pierced her.

Belly down
Back curved
She felt the head
Slip down her velvet pink

She took his lonely meat
And held it warm and tight

He waited
Admiring himself
Stuffed deep into her loins

Time crawled

She grew impatient
Pulled away
He groaned and watched his rod
Emerge
Shiny coated in her juices.

She clutched the head
But out it popped
He fumbled
Missed the mark
Then cursed

She giggled
Reached around to help

He found the slot
And grunted home

He held his breath
Self-conscious now
Slowly out and slowly in
and slowly out again

Then three more rapid grunts
And “Holy fuck”

She felt him cream into her guts

ACT III - AFTERGLOW

She squeezed him lightly
As he softened in her folds

She waited
Certain he would want
Another round

He caught his breath
And with a slurp
Withdrew

Zip... and then
He too was gone

She stood
Then straightened up

And let
His meagre offering
His precious, virgin seed
Drain down her leg