Chapter 31: Post-Fuck

Arthur woke to warmth.

His face was buried in something impossibly soft, rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm, and it took his sleep-fogged brain a full ten seconds to realize he was lying face-down on Iris’s chest.

He came awake with a jolt. "I... what..."

"Shh." Iris’s hand was already in his hair, gentle, stroking. "Easy, stud. You’re fine. You just took a little nap."

"A nap?" He tried to sit up, but her fingers tightened in his hair, keeping him pressed against her boobs. "I fell asleep on you? How long..."

"About twenty minutes, I think... I wasn’t counting, but it was just a short nap." Her voice was warm and amused. "You fell asleep right after stuffing my womb with your second load. Then you fell right on my tits. I believe you enjoyed using them as a pillow."

Arthur’s face went scarlet. He finally pulled away from her and sat on the bed, with Iris quickly settling at his side, and he apologized for passing out like that.

"Relax, stud, that was the best sex I’ve had in years. And you falling asleep on my chest like a happy puppy was just cute. I have no problem with that. You have nothing to be embarrassed about."

"Are you sure?" he asked, looking away, still feeling a bit embarrassed. "It’s just that I didn’t want that happening again..."

"Again?" Iris asked with a teasing smile. "Why do I have the distinct impression that this is not referring to any experience with Clarice?"

"Oh... fuck..." Arthur just realized he had put his foot in his mouth.

"So, this was your first time, right?" she asked, and Arthur confirmed with a nod. "Then what happened exactly? Tell me everything immediately!"

Arthur looked down and hesitated for a second, but he finally told her about his visit to Vanessa’s house and the handjob she gave him.

"Oh... then who has the best tits, me or her?" she asked in a teasing tone, but the corners of her lips were curled just a bit, so he could tell she was not mad.

"Yours," he said without hesitation. Vanessa was great, but competing with Iris’s tits was unfair to everyone.

"I see..." Iris smiled happily. "So I’m your preferred one..." She began smiling and got completely off track.

She began mumbling about how she had finally won against Vanessa.

"But it’s just as I expected, that woman definitely wouldn’t obey Anne. She just enjoys being a brat and disobeying her mistress way too much..." she finally said.

"Mistress? What are you talking about?"

This time, it was Iris who had talked too much. She blushed and tried to change the subject. "It’s not something I can tell you about, Anne would kill me."

"Did the two of you have an affair or something? Or maybe she and Vanessa?" Arthur asked, trying to figure out what Iris was getting at.

Iris bit her lower lip, trying to hold back her laughter when she heard that. The idea of Vanessa and Anne having a romantic relationship was so absurd that it was almost hilarious.

Those two together would be like putting fire and dynamite in the same room, they wouldn’t complement each other; they’d simply combust within seconds.

"No, no. Vanessa has no interest in women, and neither do I. And I’m pretty sure Anne doesn’t either. But I’m not entirely sure. The only person she’s ever shown any interest in throughout her entire life was your father, so who knows..." Iris commented.

"Then what were you talking about? Why would my mom be Vanessa’s mistress?"

"I already told you, I can’t tell you. Anne would kill me. Besides, it’s not my place to tell you, so stop asking me already. If you’re lucky, Vanessa will tell you eventually."

"Okay," Arthur said, giving up on the subject with a long sigh.

"Anyway, you shouldn’t worry too much about falling asleep. It’s probably because you’re not used to such intense orgasms. But if you still think it’s a problem, don’t worry, I’ll give you so much practice that you won’t have that problem anymore," Iris teased, kissing him with a playful smile.

Then she pulled away and reached for her phone on the nightstand, glancing at the screen.

"Huh. It’s only one o’clock."

"Seriously?" Arthur blinked, but then he remembered it was still early in the morning when he had found Iris crying. "We started drinking way too early because of everything, didn’t we?"

"We absolutely did." She grinned. "By the way, I really need to drink some water, or else I’ll have a terrible hangover on my first day at work tomorrow."

"Fuck, classes start tomorrow..." Arthur commented, finally remembering that.

"Do you want to eat something?" Iris asked, stretching. "I’ve got eggs, bread, and some cheese. I could make us something."

Arthur sat up properly, looking around the room with fresh eyes. "Actually... let me cook for you. You’ve had a hell of a day, so let me take care of you."

"Well, you’re a professional, so I won’t say no," she commented. If Arthur was half as good as his mother, they would eat well.

"Leave it to me." He was already standing, gathering his clothes. "But first, I’ll take a quick shower. You can go drink some water."

Iris watched him, a soft smile tugging at her lips. "You’re going to spoil me, Arthur."

"That’s the plan."

She rolled her eyes and told him to hurry up and take his shower, because she planned on cleaning up a bit after him. She would also take the opportunity to tidy the room.

With everything settled, he disappeared into the bathroom and, not long after, emerged completely naked. He still had one obvious problem: his lack of clothes.

Luckily, Iris was quite tall, so a pair of her loose-fitting pajama pants was long enough to fit him reasonably well.

He would have to keep wearing the same underwear, though, and decided to remain shirtless. The apartment would get warm from the cooking, so he figured there was no point in putting on another layer.

Half an hour later, he had finished putting together a meal for them when Iris finally stepped out of her room. She had redone her makeup, cleaned herself up, and replaced the sheets on the bed.

She was wearing a sexy nightgown that clung tightly to her impossibly curvy figure, making it rather difficult for Arthur to keep his eyes away from her.