Chapter 22: Just Sex

“I love you.”

Eva’s words hung above us, lingering in the air along with the scents of salty sweat and tangy bodily fluids resulting from a pair of teenagers having a wild and crazy round of aggressive sex. My thick prick remained rigidly hard within the sodden girl’s stretched rectum. And the weight of my body continued to crush hers over the armrest.

Eva’s arm, however, slipped away from my head to hang off the side of the couch and then plant it’s hand down against the floor. As realization of the words she’d just said dawned on her, I felt her entire body tense up beneath mine. And I got the distinct sense that she would’ve gotten up and run away from me had my heavy bulk not been physically pinning her down with my dick still in her ass.

“I didn’t mean that,” Eva stated hurriedly, glancing back at me over her shoulder, swallowing thickly, and generally looking panicked overall. “I ... I ... I don’t know why I said that. I don’t love you - just so we’re clear. I ... I think I jus--”

“Shhh...” I soothed, rubbing her shoulder with my left hand while bracing my right hand onto the couch cushion for leverage to start doing a push-up. “It’s alright, it’s alright.”

“I just don’t want you to get the wrong idea about us.”

“It’s cool. Don’t sweat it,” I reassured her, now planting both hands flat on the cushion and pushing my upper body entirely off of hers. She was still pretty tense, though, which included keeping her clenched colon clamped around my cock. And when I started tugging my turgid tool out, she instinctively tightened up even more as if trying to prevent an involuntary bowel movement.

I reached down and patted her ass to get her attention, and a second later she realized what she was doing and exhaled slowly, visibly relaxing herself. That allowed me to finally extract my spent cock from her no-longer-virgin asshole, and I quickly grabbed several tissues from the box on the sofa table, handed her the wad, and then ducked down to grab the box of baby wipes from under the couch in the same spot where I kept the lube.

Eva slid herself off the armrest, kicked off her jeans and panties, and then parked herself sideways on the couch: semi-upright but with her hips twisted so she could reach back with one hand and blot up the initial globs of semen that had started leaking from her gaping anus. She gave me a thankful look when I also handed her some of the baby wipes, and blushed bright pink.

“I like you, Matty,” she muttered in obvious embarrassment. “But what I feel for you is NOT love. I know what real love is, and that isn’t part of our relationship. I feel safe with you, which is really important to me, and I think I let my guard down a little bit and the wrong words came out.”

“It’s cool. I understand.”

“Besides, you don’t need me for ‘love’. You’ve got four girlfriends for that.”

“I like you too,” I replied with a smile. “And I’d be flattered if you felt real love for me, but I know this is just sex to you.”

Eva instantly frowned, her cool blue eyes narrowing. “I’m not a slut.”

I blinked and jerked my head back in surprise. “I’m sorry. I never meant to imply you were.”

“I’ve never hooked up with a guy just to get laid,” she insisted. “This isn’t ‘just sex’ to me. Is it ‘just sex’ to you? I thought I meant more to you than a random hookup.”

“You do, you do,” I insisted. “We’re friends, and you mean way more to me than a hookup. I just thought ... I mean ... You’ve made it clear that you don’t want to get emotionally involved. That’s truly all I meant by the words ‘just sex’.”

Her eyes narrowed as if she wasn’t sure whether to believe me or not.

I held my hands up defensively and sighed. “Okay this is where I pull the ‘clueless male’ card, because I’m just a guy and I’m trying my best to figure out where exactly you want me to be on the emotional spectrum right now. A minute ago you seemed desperate to take back your ‘I love you’ admission and I thought I was helping that along by saying it was ‘just sex’ but now I’m in trouble for saying it was ‘just sex’ and really all I want to say is that I like you, that I’m your friend, and that I’m trying really, really hard to be whatever you need me to be.”

Eva studied me curiously but did not immediately respond.

“You’re not my girlfriend and we’re not ‘in love’, but you’re not just a hot body to be used and easily discarded afterwards, either. I’m sorry if my words came out wrong before. I really didn’t mean to imply our relationship was anything less than meaningful. You ARE meaningful, and I value your presence in my life, but you are fucking confusing.”

Eva smirked and seemed to rather relish the idea of being “confusing”.

“This isn’t ‘lovemaking’, but you’re still more emotionally invested in our relationship than ‘just sex’. You come over to hang out, play video games with me, and fuck my brains out every now and again when the mood strikes, but then we only ever do this when we’re all alone in the house with nobody else around. You act like the girls don’t know we’re fucking when we both know they really do. I don’t think it’s a selective amnesia thing, but I get stuck sometimes when we’re all in a group and I’m free to be physically affectionate with the others, but if I’m like giving you a back massage and feel like leaning over and kissing your neck, I have to hold back that impulse because I know you don’t want to let them see me being intimate with you like that, and it’s all just so ... so...”

“Confusing?”

“Yes.”

Eva sighed and glanced away from me. “Would it help if I said I was just as confused as you are?”

“Yes.”

Eva shrugged and stated plainly. “I’m just as confused as you are.”

I held my hands up. “I don’t know what you want from me.”

Eva narrowed her eyes. “What do you want from me?”

“I just want to understand you better. Confused yourself or not, I want you to try telling me what you want from me.”

She took a deep breath and then bit her lip, clearly uncertain how to respond. Gathering her thoughts, she glanced down at the wad of tissues she’d been using to blot up my cum still trickling out of her stretched asshole. She chuckled and observed lightly, “Fuck, you shot a LOT in me. Pretty sure there’s more than you normally put into my pussy. You must’ve really liked fucking my ass.”

I blinked at the change in topic but remarked with a grin, “You have an amazing ass.”

She winced and shook her head. “You don’t think it’s too small? Too compact? I know I don’t have a curvaceous bubble butt like Sam or a pretty peach like Neevie. Even Lily’s got more badonkadonk than I do.”

“I think your ass is perfect for you,” I insisted.

“You’re just saying that to make me feel better.”

“I’m saying it because it’s the truth.”

Eva’s eyes flashed. “I think it’s also the truth that you would never say that a girl’s ass is anything less than perfect to her face.”

I waggled my head. “Well ... there’s probably a kernel of truth in there, yes.”

“Even more so right after said girl just let you fuck it for the very first time.”

“You’re not wrong,” I conceded.

“Especially because you want said girl to let you do it again.”

“Most definitely,” I agreed with a grin.

Eva smiled up at me. “Was it really that good? Fucking my ass?”

I smirked. “You’ve got the volume of evidence leaking out of you, don’t you?”

“What did it feel like? Fucking my virgin asshole?” she asked, eyes glittering.

I smiled. “What did it feel like for you?”

“Nuh-uh. I asked first.”

“I asked second.”

“Matty: I’m telling you to tell me first,” she stated a little coldly rather than continue to play that game, with her eyes narrowed and her resting bitch face returning.

I chuckled and gave her a warm grin. “Hot. Tight. I loved the way your compact booty felt against my pelvis with every thrust. Not to knock Neevie’s or Sam’s asses, but they’ve got more padding and it felt like I could get extra deep inside you. You were also super-tight in a really good way, but not too tight, you know? I was worried about hurting you, especially knowing it was your first time. But you took everything like a champ, and when you kept howling at me to fuck your ass harder and harder, I soon stopped worrying and just let go. It was incredible. Your ass was amazing. YOU were amazing.”

“Wanna do it again?”

I blinked in surprise. “What, now?”

Dumping the wad of tissues and baby wipes on the floor, Eva reached down to rip her sweater over her head and tossed it aside, leaving her topless save for a black bra. She then twisted her hips to the side to present me with her bare-naked booty while simultaneously turning her torso to look at me, reclining against the backrest in a way that reminded me of a sexy comic book character drawn to show the reader both her big tits in profile as well as her drum-tight ass at the same time.

“Might as well,” the beautiful, half-naked hapa girl pronounced. “I’m already lubed up and stretched out. Besides, you wanted me to tell you what it felt like. Thing is: it all happened so fast and was kinda overwhelming. I know it felt good and I had a monster orgasm and everything, but the whole thing’s a bit hazy in my head, you know? I think I need to try it again to really get the full experience.”

“Umm, okay,” I muttered.

“Plus, it looks like Mr. Happy down there doesn’t need to be asked twice.” Eva giggled while gesturing at my erection. “You’re rock-hard again already.”

“I told you it was amazing.” I lightly ran my fingertips back and forth along the underside of my shaft. “What better proof do you need?”

“Then c’mon.” Eva grinned and rolled over, kneeling atop the couch cushions and bracing her chest against the backrest. Looking back at me over her left shoulder, she reached back with both hands to spread apart her asscheeks once more, putting her red-worn anus still coated in creamy cum on full display. “Take me, Matty. Take my ass again.”

I was tempted. VERY tempted. But then I realized I’d just gotten deflected again. And I took a deep breath before stating, “You were supposed to be trying to tell me what you really want from me.”