Chapter Seventeen: After

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Chapter Seventeen: After

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Luke:

There are like, a bunch of things that kinda happen all at the same time.

I feel groggy and heavy and hot and happy, cuddled against Ophelia's naked body. She's so soft and warm. My eyes float open and I hold her closer to me, feeling her stir, our skin stuck together, her hair tickling my face, her arms wrapped around me.

And then I realize that we apparently fell asleep after... all the stuff that happened. And then my attention sharpens in on the reason I guess I woke up in the first place, which is the insistent dull knocking on the outside of my bedroom door.

And then all of a sudden before I'm even completely awake yet, the door pushes open and I hear a deep voice curse, "Oh, bloody fucking hell," followed by the same voice, receding, calling, "Victoria..."

Oh fuck.

Oh, I am in such deep shit.

Jolted awake but disoriented, I grab the folded throw-blanket off the base of my bed and fling it over Fee because she's like, uh, completely naked still, curled up beside me.

She rolls over in the commotion, her big brown eyes fluttering open, sitting up a little, confused, clutching the quilt to her chest.

"Oh, did we... fall asleep?" She blinks, looking at me, at the open bedroom door just as my mom comes to stand gingerly at the threshold, peering inside.

"Oh, dear," Mum exclaims, arching an eyebrow, mouth open a little. "We were... wondering what happened to you. It's close to six PM and Fee's parents haven't heard from her... so..."

"Oh, frick," Ophelia breathes, blushing bright red, hugging the blanket around her for dear life. "Uh, Aunt Vicky, I promise we didn't... uh... you know..."

Mom looks very skeptical. She purses her lips, like she's trying not to smile or grimace. Her dark, shrewd eyes travel from us to our clothes scattered around the room, then back to us. "Get dressed and then come out and we can... talk about it."

And then she pulls the door shut, and Ophelia and I sit there, shocked, for a second, staring after her in disbelief.

"Shit, I'm sorry, Feelz. I didn't even realize we fell asleep."

"Oh my God, we're... in so much trouble," she whispers, clapping a hand over her mouth.

Images of earlier, of everything that happened, flood to the front of my mind. I swear even remembering what we did gets me kinda hard, but now is like, not the time.

Ophelia slips off the bed, bundled in the thin blue blanket, and begins to pick up her clothes from around the room.

I toss my cum-soiled t-shirt into the laundry hamper, reminding myself to, uh, do my own laundry later.

We get dressed again in silence, and I feel bad now because the amazing new experience we had together earlier is over and now kinda tarnished by getting caught, lying together nearly naked, by my parents.

Damn, it's a good thing I still had my boxers on.

How much of Ophelia did Dad see?

Uh. Better maybe not to think about it.

I mean, the poor guy apparently changed her diaper a few times when she was a baby, all that jazz. So weird.

When we're both fully dressed, I take a good look at her and find that she's quite... disheveled. Her hair is messy and tangled, and her cheeks are flushed with colour, and the edges of her eyes are a little darker where her makeup smudged.

She's beautiful.

And mortified.

For a sec we both stand near the closed door of my bedroom, facing each other awkwardly.

"Are you... okay?" I ask, even though that's a pretty stupid question. I take a few steps towards her to close the distance between us, tilt her chin up, press a soft peck to the tip of her nose.

She scrunches her face at me shyly. "It was so... good, Luke..."

She winds her arms around my torso and buries her head against my shirt. I stroke the back of her hair and agree, "Really good, Feelz."

We untangle ourselves and she picks up her bag, fishes around for her phone, winces as she checks the screen and likely sees all the missed calls and messages from her family.

"Oops," she whispers sheepishly. "I really need to get home. And figure out how I'm gonna explain this to my parents..."

Ouch. "You can tell them you fell asleep watching a movie, or that your phone died..."

"They're too smart for that but I can try."

With a deep, steadying breath I push open the bedroom door.

"Hey, I'm just gonna use the bathroom?" she says. "I'll be there in a minute."

Before I can say anything she's disappeared into the washroom across the hall.

Shit.

Now I have to face them by myself.

Thanks, Feelz.

Trying not to look as embarrassed as I feel, I make my way into the kitchen where my parents are waiting, standing beside each other on the other side of the island.

"Uh... Ophelia's just... using the bathroom..."

I really don't wanna see the expressions on their faces but I force myself to look at them and they look exactly how you'd expect parents to look after they've walked in on teenagers lying naked in a bed together.

"So what do you have to say for yourself, then?"
Dad asks, arching a dry eyebrow.

"Uh. We definitely didn't... you know, what it probably looked like..." I run a distressed hand through the top of my hair, not meeting his eyes.

"It looked like..." Mum says, arms crossed over her petite chest, "You were both laying together in your bed, nearly naked."

I flush, scratch the back of my neck awkwardly. "Uh... We accidentally fell asleep after we, uh..."

They wait silently for me to finish my sentence that I really don't much want to finish at all. But I take a deep breath and suck it up so they don't reach the wrong conclusions. "We... made it to third base. That's it, I swear."

They look at me, look at each other. "Her parents were worried, son. It's late, she wasn't answering any messages, didn't tell them what time she'd be back. It's... important for you to be responsible about this stuff, yeah?"

"Uh, yeah. Sorry. It won't... happen again."

"Good."

My mom is about to say something else but she stops herself when her eyes fall to the threshold of the kitchen as Ophelia walks in hesitantly, her purse over her shoulder and her arms crossed protectively over her chest.

She grimaces a little, blushing, not really looking at my parents.

Dad sighs, tosses her a wry smile. "Nothing I haven't seen before, sweetheart."

She bites her lip and then implores, "Please don't tell my parents?"

Mum gives her a soft, friendly smile. "Just be more responsible next time, okay, sweetpea? They were worried about you. You know what the roads are like these days. What if you were in a car accident or something?"

She nods abashedly. "I get it. I'll make sure it doesn't happen again."

"Alright then. You should get home, darling. Drive safe, yeah?"

"Okay," she agrees meekly, scurrying towards the front door.

I follow her towards the foyer, wait as she slips her jacket and boots back on.

Before she goes, I lean in to give her a gentle kiss on the mouth, noticing how she tastes so... earthy right now. I love all her tastes.

Damn, now I'm remembering earlier, when I sucked her wetness off the tips of my fingers because I was curious and... fuck.

Yeah. All her tastes, definitely.

As the door closes behind her, I somehow know I'm not off the hook just yet. I try sneaking casually out of the kitchen but my dad says, "Not so fast, mate. A couple more things we need to discuss."

Damn.

Mom is stirring some sugar into a couple steaming cups of tea. She slides one across the smooth granite of the countertop towards Dad, drops the spoon into the sink.

"Uh... yeah?"

Dad scrubs a hand over his bristled jaw before advising, "I'd suggest that, if you haven't already, you go purchase some condoms so that you have them in case you need them. You never know when things will suddenly... change for you. Best to be prepared."

This is super embarrassing. Talking to my parents about sex is like, the worst thing ever. "That sounds like... good advice."

"I know it is."

Some more awkward silence before I ask, "Can I go now?"

My parents exchange a look before Mom's lips start spreading into that playful smile of hers and she inquires mischievously, "So how was it?"

"I'm... going now."

Their quiet, amused laughter follows me out of the kitchen.

My parents are so fucking weird.

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Fab Four Group Chat:

Vicky: Third base alert.

Melanie: What?!

Gavin: fucking hell

Dylan: relax, mate. Life happens

Melanie: they just started dating like... two and a half months ago. How are they moving so fast?

Dylan: Says the woman who got married less than a year after she'd even met the man

Gavin: still jealous?

Vicky: put your dicks away now boys

Melanie: is that why she wasn't answering her phone? She was gone for hours...

Dylan: dw, they fell asleep or something
Just don't tell her I told you, poor thing
She was mortified

Melanie: She told me she fell asleep watching a movie

Vicky: watching a movie is definitely code for fooling around

Gavin: wait did you walk in on them or something?

Dylan: still bleaching out my eyes

Vicky: ngl it was very cute
But don't worry, we already lectured them about being more responsible, etc. I think the mortification was punishment enough. Go easy on her

Melanie: I'll think about it

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Ophelia:

After lots of careful (slightly, uh, creative) explanations and effusive apologies and assurances that it will never happen again, my parents leave me be and I go to my room and just...

Remember.

Who knew that falling asleep naked next to someone could be so... nice?

Well. Until you get caught by their parents, then it's not so nice.

Do I feel different? I don't know. Thinking about all the things we did together makes me blush, makes my body heat up, makes my gut churn with restless energy.

My hands on his dick, his cum on my fingers, his fingers between my legs, his lips placing a soft kiss to my inner thigh...

Third base is just... indescribable.

I take a shower after dinner. I was strangely paranoid throughout the entire meal that my parents and my brother could look at me and see that something had changed, even though they didn't say anything.

As I'm laying curled up with a book, in my pyjamas, a message from Luke pops up on my phone.

Are you still thinking about it?
I can't stop thinking about it.

A goofy, secret smile spreads across my face.

Yeah. Wow.
Luke it was amazing
All of it was just
Amazing

Honesty? I was worried I wasn't
gonna be able to make you come

A hot flush paints across my face.

Well, you definitely succeeded sooo

Ngl I'm pretty proud of myself

Lol you should be ❤️ it was... incredible

And you realize that we'll just
get better and better w practice?

Oh my god
I cant even imagine
Holy guacamole

Did you get in a lot of trouble?

No it was fine
They were just worried, yk?

Good. Next time we'll... be more careful

I liked sleeping beside you, tbh
It was nice

Yeah it was

I suddenly imagine what it would be like if Luke and I had sleepovers... We could cuddle and kiss and... all that other stuff.

Not that my parents would ever allow it.

That's okay. I have... a lot of things to suddenly look forward to.

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A/N:

Share your story of getting walked in on/interrupted and what happened as a result. ❤️

XOXO Ami

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