Jon was just getting ready to pull his underwear back on when Tiffany stuck her head in door. "Hey, I just wanted to say that was great." Tiffany said smiling when she saw that the only piece of clothing Jon was wearing was his shirt.
Tiffany slipping into the room and wrapping here arms around Jon from behind and kissed the back of his neck. She slid one hand up under Jon's shirt to play with his breasts and the other down across Jon's abdomen, past his waist, and down to his still moist crotch. Somehow she was able to slide a finger between labia that Jon didn't have and into his equally non-existent pussy with touching his penis or balls. "You know," she said, "Mr. Hudson probably won't notice if I'm a few minutes late."
"Oh really?" Jon half said, half moaned.
"Yeah, really. Sorry it's going to have to be a quickie though. I can't be too late." Tiffany said removing her hand from Jon's crotch just long enough to unfasten her pants and free her phantom penis. Without any additional foreplay Tiffany lined up her penis and slid it back into Jon for the second time in an hour.
Jon bend forward to allow Tiffany better access to his pussy. He braced himself on bathroom counter to avoid falling forward as she pounded into him. He found being taken in this position slightly humiliating but also a huge turn on. Far too quickly for Jon's taste, he felt Tiffany's rhythm change and knew that we was about to cum. He was surprised when, just before she cam, Jon felt her pull out of him. This was followed a moment later by Tiffany grunting and the feeling of her cum splashing on his butt and back.
"You are the best." Tiffany said as she stepped back. Jon heard her zipping up her pants and then call to him as she left the room. "I'll be back in a few hours if you want to wait. Otherwise, lock the door on your way out." He then heard the front door open and then close followed shortly by the sound of Tiffany getting in her car and driving off.
Jon was mildly annoyed that he hadn't had an orgasm that time, but at least Tiffany seemed to have enjoyed it. He reach back and wiped at the cum on his butt with his hand. He brought it around to look at and there was very clearly a white, sticky fluid there so it appeared that not everything that was happening was imaginary. Looking at it peaked Jon's curiosity. What would it taste like?
If you had told Jon yesterday that he wanted to know what someone else's cum tasted like he would have thought you were crazy. But know, knowing that it was Tiffany's cum, he almost felt like he couldn't resist trying it. He slowly brought his cum covered hand up near his mouth, stuck out his tongue, and gave it an experimental lick. It was... odd. Slightly salty. Not something that he would seek out but if Tiffany wanted a blow job and happened to cum in his mouth, well he wouldn't complain too much.
Jon washed his hands and wiped the rest of the cum off of his back with some toilet paper. He figured as long as he was there and still naked from the waste down he might as well take care of some other business so he sat on the toilet and peed. After wiping and flushing he finally put his underwear and pants back on.
He knew that it would still take him a couple of hours to finish his math homework. He knew he should probably go home and do it where he wouldn't be distracted by thoughts of Tiffany and the implied promise of more sex when she got back. On the other hand he could stay at Tiffany's house to do his homework and she might get back from work around the time he was done. Then they could... The thought of what they could do then was making his maybe not quite so imaginary anymore pussy tingle and moisten.
