He was thoroughly spent.
“Oooh nooo.”
His mother covered her mouth and looked like she was about to start crying.
As fun as the adventure had been, it seemed neither found that they were ready for the final step. Andrew’s ejaculation had broken the spell. Now in the flickering flames of their desire, the cold, stark, reality was flooding back in. Their journey had taken them somewhere new, to a place of confusing feelings, blurred boundaries, and awakened desires. There was no going back.
Andrew’s mother looked like she was about to fall apart. Andrew just looked pissed. It was impossible to tell if he was angrier at himself or at the world.
Suddenly there was a noise downstairs, the slamming of a heavy door. Andrew’s father had returned home early!
“Philip’s home! He’ll kill us!” Katie blurted out.
Galvanized, they spring into action. Andrew grabbed up his boxers and started dabbing at the floor while Katie snatched up her discarded shirt, clutching it to her chest in a desperate effort to hide the evidence of their crime
Without another word, Katie fled his room and scampered back down the hall from the direction she’d come.
Satisfied with his cleaning efforts, Andrew kicked his pants underneath the bed and dove under its covers.
He’d keep his promise to her not to tell in hope of more promises to come.
As he heard his father’s heavy footfalls ascending the stairs, Andrew reached out tapping the lamp on his nightstand, plunging the room into absolute darkness.
THE END