Audrey came back from her run and stretched on the deck beside the back door. It was a warm evening. She could hear neighbors outside, over the fences. She could hear someone watering the garden next door.
She stretched as quickly as she could, needing a drink, and went inside, through the laundry door. Nate was in the kitchen, probably cooking. It sounded like he was chopping something.
"Hey," she shouted, "It's me."
"Hi.'
She took off her shoes, and yanked at her socks, left them in damp sweaty little balls on the laundry floor.
"Is anyone else here?" she shouted.
"Nope."
"Vanessa isn't here yet?"
"Not yet."
She pulled off her running top, wriggling to get it off her arms, then took off her bra. She threw both into the washing machine and went into the kitchen in just her shorts.
Nate watched her. He always watched her like this, even after three years. He liked her half-naked and sweaty and not giving a shit about open windows.
She got a glass, ran water, and drank. Gulped. She left her hand under the tap for a second, then wiped it over her skin, all damp and chilly. Over her shoulders, down her tits, onto her tummy. She shivered, as cold water touched bare skin. She did it again, scooping water as she went, and felt suddenly cooler.
Nate was looking at her.
"What?" she said, and ran more water into the glass.
"You," he said.
She grinned.
"You're hot," he said, and moved over to stand behind her.
"Yep," she said. "I'm really fucking hot. Like sweaty. So let me cool down."
He pressed his face to her shoulder, and breathed in. Breathed in the sweaty, running stink of her, and seemed to like it. He liked the messy bits of people, she thought. The messy bits of her. He liked her sweat and her smell and got really turned on if she came home and said she'd been wet all day.
He was sliding his hands up and down her back, all slick and slippery with sweat.
"I need a shower," she said, knowing it probably didn't make a difference, but wanting to say it anyway.
"No you don't."
"I'm too hot," she said. "Let me cool off."
"Nope."
He was kissing her back, licking her damp skin. He knelt, disappeared down behind her somewhere.
"I really wouldn't," she said.
"Shut up," he said, and pushed her forward onto the bench. She almost dropped the glass, and put it down quickly before she did.
He pulled her shorts down, still licking her back. Kissed her leg, and the sweaty patch at the small of her back, and moved her feet wide apart.
She shivered a bit, knowing what was coming. He slid his tongue into her, licked her from behind.
She liked head like this. She really liked it, all raw and primal and with his tongue on her ass as much as her clit because of the angle. It was the same as her kneeling in front of him, she thought. Had all the same dodgy implications.
And she liked those implications. She liked his
She leaned on the bench, and he ate her out until she couldn't think. Until she was breathless and sweaty again, like she'd been ten minutes ago.
"Please," she said. "Get the fuck on with it."
Because sometimes he got so carried away with all his kinky sweaty stuff he forgot she might just want to fuck.
"Sorry," he said, and stood up behind her, and slid himself in, and she was close, was so close to almost there that it was enough to tip her over the edge.
He was grinning. He knew he was grinning as she came, because he always did. He liked to watch her, like how she got all wriggly and made odd faces.
She had her back to him this time, and he couldn't see her face, but he stroked her back, and whispered he loved her.
Then he fucked her, hard, just for himself. Fucked her while she lay there, only one foot barely on the ground. Fucked her until he came too, and as he did she tried to grin back at him, but she was cooling down now after the run, and couldn't bend far around enough to see.
He moved back. Left her where she was, and leaned on the bench behind her.
She stayed where she was, and let him look. He liked to watch her drip, afterwards. Like he was proud of his handiwork, like he'd done something clever, and at times like this, when she was about to get in the shower and it wasn't going to make a mess, she quite liked it.
She liked how he got turned on just by the sight of her like this.
They both stayed still, until his semen had all run down her leg. Then she turned around and pulled her shorts back up and kissed him. He was looking at her thigh.
Semen had dribbled down far enough there was some showing beneath the shorts, on her leg, halfway to her knee.
He was grinning at her, all horny again. She shrugged. "Go on."
He knelt down and licked her knee. Then her leg, slowly.
She'd never quite got this one, but didn't mind him being into it. To her, a cock that had just been inside her was nothing more than a wet cock, one that tasted a bit funny. To him, her after sex was like dessert compared to normal oral. He liked eating his semen out of her, and he also liked kissing her when she had a mouthful of it, which she assumed was related. She went along with it. Oral was oral, and oral after sex always felt nice, if he went gently, which he did.
He pulled her shorts back down and ate her out, sitting her on the bench. He did it differently, made himself feel different on her, licking slower and deeper, like he was nuzzling his way into her past his own semen, or like his lips were lubed by it, or something.
She'd never quite worked out what it was.
After a while, all horny again, he fucked her. She didn't have to touch him, he got hard a second time just from doing that to her. Sex felt different too, more slippery and lubed, and she quite liked it. Semen was actually a pretty good lube, she'd found. Something that had really only been clear to her since she'd been with Nate.
He came again, and she sat there and grinned at him and said, just thinking out loud, "You should really eat some other guy's spunk out of me one day."
He blinked, and his face went a bit odd, and Audrey wondered if she'd gone too far.
She didn't know why she'd said that. She'd just been sitting there, thinking, waiting for him to finish, knowing she wouldn't come a second time.
He was still looking at her. She was worried, that there was some line between sexy and gross that she'd just pointed out to both of them. That he only liked his own semen, not anyone else's. She supposed it was a bit gay, now she thought about it, to have a mouthful of another man's semen, and that might worry him.
"Sorry," she said. "I just said it. I wasn't meaning..."
"You'd do that?" he said.
And she realized no, he wasn't worried, he was turned on.
"Oh," she said, and looked at him.
Definitely turned on.
She'd said it though, and didn't know why, but she was a bit too embarrassed to back down, now it was out there. "Yeah," she said. "All right. If you want."
He got hard again.
She sat there and looked at him and was really, really surprised. She didn't think they'd ever done a third time before. He'd probably been able to fuck like that once, back in the day, but he hadn't since she'd known him. Twice was the limit they'd always stuck to, at least without a rest between.
He was hard, though, and looking at her like he was about to go all over her if she didn't get on with it, so she pulled him over and wrapped her legs around his and slid him back into herself.
Inside her, moving, he said, "He'd have to be inside you. This man. To do that."
"Yep."
She had her face pressed to his shoulder. He couldn't see her, and she couldn't see him, and that made it easier to admit.
"You wouldn't mind?" he said.
"I don't mind."
