Sunset Side Stories: Beat the Heat
Author's Note
Ugh... smut is weird to write. 
Regardless, enjoy.
An Ache
I shifted slightly, adjusting my stance as I spoke with Twilight. As we stood beside the Crystal Mirror, she went on about recent developments in Canterlot and the surrounding area, mentioning something about Spike and Rarity, but my mind was elsewhere. I fought the desire to trot outside and pounce the first stallion unlucky enough to find himself within my grasp. I had a boyfriend, for Celestia's sake.
Still, the mental battle made my distraction obvious, and Twilight stomped the ground, the clop of hoof on stone bringing me back to reality.
"Sunset!" Twilight shouted, annoyance clearly plastered on her face. She scanned my own, looking for a sign of focus. "Do you remember what we're talking about?"
I gave a sheepish smile. "Of course. We were discussing... Spike and Rarity!"
"That was like five minutes ago."
"Oh, really? Wow, time flies fast!"
Twilight groaned. Suddenly, the door to our room opened, bringing in a pair of guards. Under all that shiny armor, I could still tell they were stallions, making my legs wobble. Ever so slightly, my tail jerked up, catching my friend's attention.
"Your Majesty."
"Make it quick."
"Princess Cadance has requested your presence." His mouth sat agape for a second as he considered his words. "She will be meeting with griffons, and has asked for help with her filly."
"Ah, Flurry Heart. Very well, I'll be over soon."
With a bow of their heads, they retreated, shutting the door behind them. I involuntarily let out a sigh, surprised by the breath I had been holding in. Despite my struggle, though, I had managed to catch enough of the conversation. "Flurry Heart?"
"My niece." Glancing over at the portal behind me, her expression turned sympathetic. "Sorry we can't talk much longer," her gaze flickered over to my behind, eyes glimmering with amusement, "though I think it's for the best we meet in a week or so."
Deeply embarrassed, I looked away, heat flooding my cheeks. "Sounds good, Twilight." We approached the Crystal Mirror, and through it, I could see the grounds of Canterlot High School. It hadn't been that long since classes ended for the day, so groups of students were still leaving. I spotted Rainbow Dash and Scootaloo standing together, likely conversing about the latest soccer news. Beside them, Sweetie Belle wrapped up her conversation with Applebloom as Rarity took her sister's hand and started heading towards the parking lot. Finally, I stepped up the stairs, sticking a hoof into the portal, watching it disappear through the surface. I turned back to smile at Twilight. "See you soon."
"Try not to get into any trouble."
Wincing at the tease, I didn't bother pondering what she was referring to, completely walking through the mirror to CHS. Standing up straight, I glanced over at the girls still nearby, who had turned to face me at my appearance. My rainbow-haired friend gave friendly nod, and the two remaining Crusaders waved shyly in tandem.
"Hey, Sunset! Visiting the other Twilight?"
Shrugging, I opened my mouth to respond, but a small, unpleasant ache began to form. It grew, taking my attention. It The feeling was increasingly noticeable, edging into unbearable. My thighs shuffled together, trying to scratch at an unreachable itch. A bead of sweat began to form on my temple, and it took an immense amount of willpower to ignore the growing discomfort that begged for me to rip my stuffy, constraining clothes off. It was as if the estrus of my pony form hadn't transformed alongside my body... and oh, Celestia, it was maddening!
Vision returning to my peers, I noticed their confused stares, but I attempted to play it off, exhaling sharply. "Yeah," I could barely squeak out a response, "pretty much."
Okay, it wasn't a good attempt, but it was an attempt nonetheless.
"Are you alright?" The orange girl asked, concern plastered across her face.
I ran a hand through my hair, trying not to increase my panic at the slickness of sweat now coating each finger. Dropping it back to my side, I quickly swiped at my skirt, but the reflective sheen of liquid being wiped on the fabric only proved to them that something was wrong.
Rainbow Dash stepped forward, placing a hand on my shoulder and squeezing it. "You look sick. Did something happen over there?"
Jerking at the contact, I instinctively shrank. sliding my body away from her grasp. Now well aware that there was no hiding that something was wrong, I did what anyone would do when one of their closest friends offers their help.
"I'm fine. Gotta go. See you... around. Bye. I'm... going. Bye." My eyes darted between the girls, and I caught Rainbow taking another step towards me. I shot a hand up, stopping her. "It's not like that! It's... awkward."
"Do you need help?"
There's only one thing, and you don't have it. I vigorously shook my head, both at the offer and at the perverted thought. "I can handle it," I managed to breathe out. Sticking a hand up as I turned away, I gave them a lazy farewell before speed-walking to the parking lot.
I combed at my hair again, hoping to calm myself down. It was obvious that I was in heat - at least, I felt like I was in heat, regardless of whether it was physiologically possible for a human to be in that sort of state. My mind wandered, settling on an article I had read during a night of aimlessly musing the internet. It had referenced a study where males could sense when females were most fertile, whether it be through a slight scent or subconscious sexual attraction. Perhaps that was related to what was going on? After all, my ovulation period was coming up, so I was pretty... um, fertile.
Still, it didn't explain why I was suddenly so... horny. I'd been a human long enough to cycle more times than I could count, so the only other option was that traveling to pony Equestria had affected me somehow. I tried to remember how I had felt during school, but I was interrupted by a shout from behind me.
"Ball!"
A split-second later, my eyes wrenched open, and a soccer ball rolled away from me. For a brief moment, I winced as the pain of getting hit in the head finally registered, but bizarrely, it slowly disappeared, once again replaced by my perpetual arousal. Just in case, I massaged my scalp, confirming my concern as I felt signs of a bruise forming. Turning in the direction of the voice, I was greeted by Soarin, navy hair swept back and light blue skin glistening in sweat. The itch between my legs grew exponentially in his presence, but I swallowed any desire away before I said something I'd regret. With a apologetic smile, he held a hand out.
"Sorry about that, Sunset. Are you alright? The nurse should still be around, so I can take you there if you need her."
Initially, I put my hand out as well, but as our fingers touched, I pulled back reflexively. The athlete cocked an eyebrow, but before he could say anything, I jumped to my feet, wiping at the sweat that was running down my face.
"I'm fine! I'm fine." I brushed dirt off my skirt, eyes widening for a moment as my hand grazed a thigh, and I felt an unusual slickness. Like earlier, I gave a half-assed wave before continuing towards my car. Rounding the corner of the school building, I ran a finger along my leg once more, cursing as I was welcomed by a snail trail of... stuff... that had begun traveling down my thigh. I looked around, afraid that someone had seen such a bizarre action, but luckily, the only people hanging around the parking lot were the Apple siblings.
Awesome! Maybe Applejack can help me out. I made my way over to the trio, forcing a smile as they looked over to me. Applejack met me halfway with her younger sibling trailing behind. Meanwhile, Big Mac reclined along their truck, waiting for our imminent conversation.
"Howdy, Sunset! Saw you going into the statue earlier. How'd it go?"
I nodded slowly. "Alright. Nothing much."
"I see. Y'know, you should ask the Twilight over there if we can go over 'n' visit! Been wonderin' how different it is over there."
"I'll keep that in mind."
Suddenly, Big Mac cleared his throat loudly. We all looked over, and he gave his sister a stare. However, behind his silent demeanor, I caught a bead of sweat on his forehead, and when we made eye contact, he turned away nervously.
"Somethin' wrong, Mac?"
In a moment of extreme rarity, the elder brother spoke up. "I just remembered I gotta take care of somethin' at the farm." Focusing on his face again, I noticed his nostrils flaring, causing a blush to form on my face.
The sisters looked at each other before returning to face me. "You heard the fella." Applejack smiled sheepishly. "We'll catch you around, y'hear?"
"Sure thing. See you." Waving at the group, I crossed the lot to my own car, unlocking it and plopping onto the seat. Slamming the door, I stuck the key in, turning on the car and the A/C alongside it. I hoped that the cool air would help calm the powerful heat inside me, but it proved fruitless. While I sat there, I considered my options.
I could've try to ignore it for the rest of the weekend. There was no guarantee that I'd be fine by the time I had to return to school on Monday, and I'd probably go insane surrounded by all my peers. Not to mention, I'd be forced to sequester myself for a whole weekend, meaning my responsibilities, like homework and other errands, would have to be postponed, which wasn't really an viable decision.
Alternatively, I could try to... "deal" with it, but again, there was no guarantee it'd just stop. Furthermore, what did "dealing with it" entail? I hugged myself, hands slowly drifting down to my pubis. My eyes flickered over to my windows, then to my rear view mirror. Maybe I could try something here?
As if to answer my question, I spotted a couple of students walking across the lot. Granted, I was facing away from the school, but there was a risk that the owners of the nearby cars might return while I'd be busy. I removed my hands from the hem of my skirt, placing them on the steering wheel.
What if I asked someone to help? I mentally scanned through my friends: Twilight's smart, but she's booksmart. Sex is probably the one topic she's still unfamiliar with. Fluttershy might know about pony estrous, but I doubt the shelter gets many of them to warrant an extensive knowledge of it. Applejack's family might know about horses at least, but they don't have any on the farm, and I don't like the idea of asking her to randomly ask her relatives for knowledge on breeding horses.
I groaned, leaning forward and resting my forehead against the wheel. I skimmed through a couple more options, but none of them seemed appropriate. After each name, I got closer and closer to plunging a couple fingers into myself and doing the deed in the car, but again, passersby discouraged that option. Finally, I resigned myself to the second choice of my previous ponderings: I would try to get myself off.
However, I'd assign the help of a certain someone.
Reaching into my bag, I whipped out my phone, tapping through the contacts before finding the right person. I dialed the number, placing the receiver up to my ear. Within a few rings, a voice answered my silent pleas.
"Sunny? What's up?"
Peeking over at the rear view mirror again, I noticed the desperate smile that had subconsciously grew on my face. "Hey, babe, are you busy right now?" I mentally recoiled at how quickly the words left me, and based on the awkward pause on his end, it was likely he had noticed it as well. Luckily, though, he responded favorably.
"I've always got time for you. Why?"
"Can't really explain on the phone. Just meet at my place?"
Another pause. "If I show up and there's more rope..."
"No, it's not like that. I swear." I sighed. "It's... something."
"Wow. That doesn't sound ominous." My loins began to ache as I assumed an imminent refusal, but my boyfriend defied my expectation. "Just don't kill me, okay? I'll be over in a bit."
"Alright."
"Cool. See you."
Sunset Side Stories: Beat the Heat
Hanging up, I tossed my phone onto the passenger seat, giddy with excitement. Checking the mirror once more, I registered the deep blush on my face. Excitement beginning to mix with my "excitement," I finally started the engine and pulled out of the parking lot, making my way over to the apartment. The drive felt like a blur, and I caught myself almost speeding past a couple stoplights. Am I really this... detrimentally horny? I mused, wincing as the car behind me honked at my sudden braking at the first red light I almost passed. Eventually, I pulled up to my apartment, snatching my belongings and running into the lobby. I slammed the call button multiple times, impatiently shuffling as I waited to the elevator.
Once the elevator arrived, I almost pulled the doors open myself, forcing myself past the group of residents exiting it. They gave me annoyed looks as I slithered between them, but I disregarded their stares. After all, the only problem was the one between my legs.
Turning to the buttons inside the elevator, I hit my floor and began furiously tapping the button to close the doors. Like my drive, the travel up to my room felt like an eternity, and listening to nothing but the whine of the pulley system only increased my insanity. After several millennia, though, I was welcomed with the familiar ding of the elevator reaching its destination, and the doors opened up, revealing the hall of my floor. I ran over to my room, stopped short of it as I realized someone was standing outside my front door, but as I approached, I recognized the figure as my boyfriend. Hearing the abrupt stop of my footsteps, he faced me, smiling, but his expression turned suspicious as he noticed what was likely a disheveled appearance. A couple strands of my hair fell into my vision, my panting was very audible, and the sweat made my clothes cling to my skin very uncomfortably.
"Uh, are you alright, Sunny?"
Without a word, I stepped forward. Initially, a spark of fear crossed his features, but as he moved away from the door, I disregarded him, fishing my key from my pockets and unlocking my apartment. He relaxed after naively realizing he wasn't my prey, watching me push the door open. Taking his hand, I pulled him into the living room, slamming the door behind us. Then, I yanked him over to me, violently locking lips. Feeling the familiar fireworks in my head, it also temporarily decreased my itch, but once we disconnected, it only flared up. My boyfriend stood, mouth agape as he registered our kiss. After some time, he returned to his senses, but a tinge of confusion was still present.
"Are you okay?"
"Just kiss me again." I tried to lean towards him once more, but he grabbed me by the shoulders and held me in place.
His eyes narrowed, scanning my face with concern. "Just answer my question," he stated flatly, but I refused, looking away. We stood there for a moment, him attempting to meet my gaze as I repeated escaped. Eventually, though, I managed to mutter a single word.
"Please."
Eyebrows raised, he looked at me, and I finally let him. My eyes brimmed with desire, and in that moment, nothing else mattered. I wanted to be...
"Sunny..."
"Please fuck me."
His head dipped down and he pressed his lips against mine. With a moan escaping me, I wrapped my arms around him, and he reciprocated, hands resting on my backside and later travelling lower. Parting my teeth, I pushed my tongue against his mouth, and he opened it slightly, allowing me entry. Our tongues intertwined in a sensual dance, moans coming from both performers. He gave my butt a squeeze, prompting a quiet squeak while increasing my excitement. After a while, we remembered that air was a necessity, so we reluctantly separated, breathing heavily as we relived our intimate make out session.
"Wow," my boyfriend exhaled. I nodded in agreement. Taking his hand once more, I began leading him up to loft, hoping to rip his clothes off and bed him immediately, but he tugged back as we reached the stairs. "Let's get cleaned up first, okay?" He gestured to our clothes, which were slowly becoming saturated with sweat. Based on the particular pattern of wetness on his shirt, it might've just been me leaking sweat, too. Nodding again, I allowed him to lead me to the nearby door, which was a short hallway that led to the bathroom.
Walking through the hallway and bathroom doors, we were presented with my quaint shower. It wasn't the largest nor the fanciest, but it was large enough for two people to shower together... among other activities. My wetness became noticeable once more as my imagination considered all the possibilities. Perhaps we wouldn't even make it to the bed after our shower. Maybe we wouldn't even make it out of the shower. Each fantasy made my lady parts tingle. Scanning the room, my gaze settled upon the mirror.
I looked like a hot mess.
Still, it didn't stop my boyfriend from holding my chin and pulling me into another kiss. It was nowhere near as long, but it made my heart flutter nonetheless. Afterwards, he helped me out of my jacket before pulling his own shirt off, revealing his toned torso. I put a hand on his chest, leaning in for another kiss, but as his lips were an inch away, an ornate-sounding jingle coming from his pocket caught our attention. With an annoyed huff, he pulled his phone out, reading the screen, and when he looked up, he gave an apologetic look.
"It's important," he concluded. I turned away, trying to hide my frustration, but from behind, he wrapped his arms around me, pecking my lips once more. "Just get the shower started, and I'll join you, okay?" As an addendum, he moved a hand to me chest, fondling it gently, and his other hand traced patterns around my stomach. Moaning softly, I closed my eyes, nodding. Finally, he stepped away from me, shutting the door behind him and ending the repeating ringtone as he answered the call.
Left to my own devices, I was overcome with an overwhelming sadness. I rubbed at my genitals, hips bucking slightly, whimpering with untreated arousal. My hand shot up towards the doorknob, but the thought of interrupting his important conversation brought a moment of clarity. Slowly, my hand dropped, and I shuddered with discomfort. Instead, I decided to distract myself by getting into the shower.
I pulled up my sweaty tank top, sighing with relief as my hot skin aired out and dropping the soaked material on the tile floor beside my jacket. Next, I shimmied out of my skirt, leaving me in only my underwear. Again, my thoughts wondered to my boyfriend, and I found myself attempting to listen in on his conversation. Ear against the door, I held my breath as I waited for a semblance of a conversation.
Nothing.
I cocked my eyebrow. Inhaling once more, I held my breath again and waited.
Again, nothing.
Did he step outside? Desire taking over, I finally caved in, twisting the doorknob and pulling the door open.
Except it didn't open. I pulled again, confusion flooding my mind. The door moved an inch, but it was otherwise static. My heartrate spiked up, and my breathing grew more intense. What's going on?
I knocked on the door. "Babe? Are you there?"
"Yeah." I jumped as the voice came from surprisingly close to the door. It sounded as if he were directly on the other side, meaning...
"What did you do?"
"I took my call."
"And?"
A pause. "Well... you see, Rainbow Dash called me. You and I both know she never calls me unless it's important."
My stomach did a flip.
"Um, what did she say?"
I heard an amused exhale. "Nothing much... just mentioned a thing or two about you acting weird after you came back from pony Equestria. Apparently, Applejack thought the same. They consulted the rest of the girls, and, well..."
Uh oh.
"I hear you're in heat?"
Embarrassment painted on my cheeks, I gave another desperate attempt at the door, but I was only met with a chuckle from the other side. "Please," I pleaded, "don't leave me in here! I'm going to go insane!"
"You already are," he half-joked. I banged a fist against the door, then a shoulder, but was ultimately unsuccessful. Once I ran out of energy, I put my back to the door, slumping against it. Again, he laughed. "Don't worry. It should pass eventually. I'll be sure to check in every now and then to give you food and whatnot."
I heard footsteps departing, so I called out once more. "Babe, c'mon..."
Silence.
Whimpering again, I pawed at my genitals, feeling the tingling of my lips as I rubbed my panties. The fabric was growing more saturated, a visible dark spot only spreading. A moan escaping my lips, I hooked my thumbs around the waistband, pulling the cloth down my legs to allow easier access. I replaced my hand onto my labia, first rubbing it gently as pleasure took over my mind. I gradually increased the speed, and when that failed to get me off, I resorted to sticking a couple fingers inside. Hooking them, I tugged at my inner walls, gasping as I grazed the G spot. Succumbing to my arousal, I kicked off my panties, and unhooked my bra, letting my breasts spill free. I put my other hand on one, kneading it to increase my stimulation. Thrusting digits inside me, I moaned loudly as I felt myself approaching climax. It built up, more and more, as I felt pleasure pooling in my pubis, and, bucking my hips, it was just within reach and...
My pleasure plateaued. Panting heavily, I gave a few more pulls on my G spot, but while each elicited a sharp inhale, I could only get so close. I needed him inside me. Pushing myself up to my feet, I hugged myself tightly, frustration piling onto my already-distracting arousal. I turned to face the mirror again, groaning as I noticed my appearance had gotten even worse. My face was a deep red, sweat escaping my tangled locks as it poured down. Droplets had also begun to form on my whole body, and adding onto the sheen of sweat was the slickness of my arousal coating my labia as well as my right index and middle fingers.
Not to mention, sitting naked on the tile made flakes of old grout stick to my butt.
Sighing, I wiped my behind, walking over to the shower and turning it on. As water ejected from the showerhead, I held a hand out, wincing at the cold rush. I waited for a moment, letting it heat up at least a little bit before stepping inside and pulling the curtain closed behind me. The warm water washed away every bit of dirt and sweat that had accumulated from the day. I grabbed the shampoo bottle, squirted a sizeable amount onto my hand and working it through my hair. I yelped at the occasional knot that my fingers got snagged on, but after working through them, it was an uninteresting affair. Washing it out, I applied conditioner into my hair afterwards, letting it sit as I took the loofah hanging off the rack. Sifting through the various products on a shelf, I pulled out the body wash, flipping the cap and squirting it onto the mesh material.
Suddenly, the curtain whipped open, revealing a very naked man smirking at my body.
"Missed me?"
Shocked by his sudden appearance, I opened my mouth with a smile, and before I could utter a word, he kissed me once again. Without separating, he stepped into the shower with me as I melted into his arms. Water running down my back, we continued to make out for a long while, water bill be damned. However, our lungs would ruin the fun, and we eventually disconnected. I put head and hand on his chest, bare breasts against his body.
"I'll take that as a yes," he chuckled, moving a hand to my back as he pulled me closer. It traced the creases of my backside, trailing down and settling on the round of my butt. He massaged it for a moment as I hummed in delight before turning me around so that I was facing the showerhead. My head turned left to face away from the water, and his right arm came over my front, pawing at a breast. He squeezed one, making a honking noise and eliciting a giggle from me, before massaging it sensually. Moaning, I began to wiggle my hips suggestively, making note of the substantial hardness from behind me.
His hand wrapped around a breast, flicking the erect nipple and causing me to gasp, but he moved lower, following the small outline of muscle on my stomach. He was unbearably slow as he teased his way down to my womanhood. Finally, as he rested a finger on my lips, the mere contact causing my hips to buck wildly. Mortified by my sudden movement, I looked over at him in embarrassment, but he only responded with a reassuring smile. He leaned over to kiss me once more, interrupting our make out by slipping a finger inside me... then another.
"Oh, Celestia..." I moaned. "That feels so good, babe."
As soon as I muttered those words, though, he stepped away from me completely, retreating even further to the back of the shower with a cheeky grin. "I'm glad," he smiled.
I gave a confused look, but as he continued to stand there, refusing to hold me once more, frustration took over. "You asshole."
He shrugged. "Let's just get clean first, okay?"
My mind cleared for a second to remind me of the water still running, so I gave a begrudging nod. I grabbed the loofah that had dropped to the floor. The suds had since been washed off, so I grabbed the body wash to apply more. Scrubbing the mesh, I watched as bubbles started to form. From behind me, though, my boyfriend returned to me, putting a hand on the loofah.
"May I?"
Whipping my head back to him, my eyes narrowed, still upset that he had given me the female equivalent of blue balls, but the close proximity of his naked body made me willpower weak. With a flustered sigh, I put the loofah in his hand, letting him scrub my backside. He was very delicate yet meticulous, adjusting to my comfort levels as I reacted to each part of my body being cleaned. After getting my back, he moved to my arms, using his other hand to steady each limb as he worked the body wash onto them.
Finally, he took an arm and twirled me around so that I was facing him. I pressed up against him, but he pushed me back so he could continue scrubbing me. I pouted at him, but his stoic expression maintained focus on washing me. Starting along my shoulders, he worked his way across my collarbone, drifting down to the top of my breasts. He was especially slow around my chest, peeking a few playful glances at me as he disguised his enjoyment as diligence. Afterwards, he scrubbed my stomach and pubic area, sticking out a finger from around the loofah and sneaking it down to my labia. With his digit, he parted them a tad as he glided over my clitoris, bringing another surge of pleasure, but almost immediately, he retreated.
I scowled at him, but he returned an indifferent look.
"Want me to get your legs?"
I answered by snatching the loofah from his hand. Still, he struggled to hide his smile as he grabbed his shampoo bottle and worked it into his hair. Turning away from him and back to the showerhead, I scrubbed the rest of my body, ending my shower with a face cleanser. Feeling adequately clean, I stepped out of the shower, leaving my boyfriend to finish cleaning himself up.
Looking over at the two towels on the rack, I noticed that he hadn't gotten one for himself. Initially, I considered grabbing one from my dresser, but then again, anything covering my body would likely be torn off shortly. Instead, I only took the one for my hair, swiping at the water droplets on my skin before drying my saturated curls and wrapping the towel atop my head. As I opened the door, the water stopped, and the curtain pulled open, revealing a very, very sexy, glistening man.
Noticing my naked figure, he cocked an eyebrow at me, but, intending to have my turn at teasing him, I shrugged, turning away and walking to the living room with an exaggerated sway of my hips. It took an immense amount of willpower to not return and pounce on him, but I powered through, walking over to the pile of belongings left at the door, grabbing my bag, and heading up the stairs to the loft. Pulling out my phone and dropping the bag beside me, I plopped onto the bed, sighing as I powered the device in my hand. A couple of the girls had repeatedly called me, but obviously to no avail. Applejack and Rarity had also sent a few texts, initially in confused concern but gradually becoming more and more frantic.
I felt the same. The idea of my estrous cycle overlapping with my menstrual cycle still perplexed me. Twilight had never mentioned anything like that happening whenever she used the portal. Neither had Princess Celestia, but she likely wouldn't tell me even if it was a matter of life or death.
I mentally shrugged. There was nothing I could do about it now. I was unbelievably aroused, and I was dealing with it my way. Immediately, a worried thought wrestled into my mind.
Contraception.
My stomach dropped. I didn't have any protection! Rising out of the bed, I grabbed my bag, sifting through each pocket.
Nothing.
I slid over to my side table, pulling the drawer open.
Nada.
Staring into the fruitless surface, the idea of unprotected sex made my heart race. Was I really willing to risk pregnancy over this? My womanhood was ready to do so, but my conscious was still somewhat in power of my body. Dropping back onto the mattress, I groaned, indignant that the last hour or so of teasing would be for nothing.
Hearing the bathroom door open, I sat up again, spotting the top of my boyfriend's head passing the stairs and heading over to the front door. My towel just barely covered his manhood, leaving the rest of his toned figure on display. Regardless, he unlocked the door, opening it a tad and scanning for something outside. His head slowly dipped down to the ground, and grinning, he bent down to pick up an indistinguishable plastic bag. It sported the typical red text of restaurant takeout, but it could've held anything inside.
The playful side of me was ready for a night of nyotaimori, but that was highly unlikely.
I watched as he made his way up the stairs, stopping in front of me. Still smiling, he opened the bag, producing a sizeable box of condoms. I raised my eyebrows, surprised by the quantity. Did he really intend on using all of them?
Seemingly hearing my thought, he responded, "I figured this wouldn't just be a one-off thing after tonight, so might as well, right?"
"But, how...?"
He waved dismissively. "I made a call."
"Who?"
"Does it matter?"
I paused. Then, I took the box, placing it on the side table and taking a wrapper out. "No."
He stood behind me, pulling into an embrace. "I didn't think so." Snaking his head around mine, he kissed me yet again, letting fireworks explode in my mind.
Author's Note
Writing this is indescribably difficult. Sex as an act doesn't affect me (in fact, I wholeheartedly embrace it 
), but there's something about finding an appropriate way to describe genitalia that's unusually bothersome for me to write.
Welp, I wrote it, and there's only one way to improve my writing, so it might as well go out. I intend to add an epilogue and perhaps an optional intermediate chapter (wink wink), but with finals this upcoming week, we'll see how long it'll take.
As always, feedback is much appreciated.