Oliver collapsed next to Sarah as he came down from his orgasm. She lay next to him with a satisfied look on her face and her breasts heaving with each breath.
"How are you feeling?" He asked her.
"Great! I came so hard, my whole body tingles." She sighed contentedly. "I hope we can do this again sometime."
Oliver looked at Ron, who was holding Sarah's head in his lap. He looked very happy too, stroking her hair like she was a cat. "What do you think, Ron? Is it okay if I continue having sex with Sarah?"
"Of course, man. I told you, I'm fine with it," he answered. "Just remember, she's my girlfriend, so don't try to steal her away or anything like that."
"Don't worry, I have no interest in stealing her. I just want to have some fun," Oliver reassured him. "Brenda and I are going to head home now. You two can stay here and spend some more time together. You shouldn't leave your girlfriend alone after sex, you know? You'll make her sad."
Ron looked at Sarah, who nodded. "That's true. I want to stay with you for a while longer."
"Sure. Thanks again, Oliver," Ron said, shaking his hand. "You're a real friend."
"Of course. You're a great friend too," Oliver chuckled before getting dressed and heading out with Brenda.
Oliver glanced back one more time at Sarah and Ron cuddling. Then he turned to Brenda and gave her a playful slap on the ass. "Come on, Brenda, let's go home."
She squealed in surprise, then laughed. "Hey! Don't get too carried away just because you fucked me once."
"I just didn't fuck you; I'm also your first man. Remember? Besides, we had fun together, and we'll continue having fun. No need to act like we're just friends, you and me."
She giggled as she walked beside him, wobbling slightly due to her pussy being sore after all the action. "All right. You got me there. I guess I'll let you touch me whenever you want from now on."
Oliver laughed, putting an arm around her shoulders as they walked. "Good, because there's no way I can keep my hands off you now. We'll continue doing lewd stuff as much as we can, all right?"
Brenda smiled up at him and nodded, leaning against him for support. "All right, you sex-crazed hunk."
"So, tell me more about this guy," Brenda's mother said, smiling at her daughter across the living room.
The two of them looked alike—both with blonde hair and blue eyes—but where Brenda was still finding her way, her mother had the kind of mature charm that came with age. Her full breasts and confident aura put her far beyond her daughter in that department.
She wore a beige V-neck sweater with a matching cardigan and dark blue pants, her hair styled in a loose braid that rested over one shoulder.
"What do you mean, Mom?" Brenda shrugged, sitting down in a chair by the window and picking up her cup of coffee.
"Oh, please, baby. Don't try that with me. You came in here with a dreamy look on your face. I'm sure you were thinking of your mystery man." Linda leaned closer and patted Brenda's hand. "Don't worry. You can tell your mother everything. Is he cute?"
Brenda hesitated for a moment before answering. "He's handsome. Really tall and muscular, too. But we're just friends."
"I don't believe you," Linda crossed her arms and grinned. "Come on. You can tell me. When will I get to meet him?"
"It's true! We're just friends. We're not together." Brenda took a deep breath. "But... he's really good at... you know. Doing things with his... you know..."
Her mother blinked. "Oh? What kind of things? You'll have to be more specific than that."
"Like, sex," she whispered.
"Sex!? You had sex with this boy!?! And you're telling me you two are just friends!?! What were you thinking, Brenda!?!?" Linda jumped up from her seat, looking like she wanted to shake some sense into Brenda.
"Mom, please!" Brenda put her hands on her mother's arms and looked into her eyes. "Listen. I didn't want to do it. He kind of forced himself on me."
"He raped you!?!? Oh my god, baby, are you all right? We need to call the police!" Linda rushed to the phone and started dialing 911, but Brenda grabbed her hand and stopped her.
"No, no, not at all. He wasn't rough with me or anything like that. I don't even remember what it was exactly. One minute we're talking, and then the next minute, I'm on his lap with my clothes half off, and he's kissing me all over. And I was also enjoying it, so I let him continue."
"Oh dear. That's a relief." Linda sighed, letting go of the phone. "For a moment, I thought my little girl was hurt by that boy. You should be more careful with your words. I was terrified there."
"But he is very assertive. When I'm with him, I can't say no to him. He does whatever he wants, and I get carried away. This never happened before. With other guys, I've always been the one in control." Brenda giggled at the memory of a naked Oliver trying to pleasure her. "And the truth is, it feels good to let him take the lead. To not worry about being in charge for a while. He takes care of everything, and I can just relax."
Linda looked at her daughter with a worried expression on her face. She took Brenda's hand and stroked it gently. "Brenda, listen. This is important. You shouldn't let boys force themselves on you. If they do something you don't like, you need to tell them no. It doesn't matter how good it feels. Some things aren't meant to be done."