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We stayed. She wasn’t wrong about the wonky leg, but I stopped noticing it.
I rolled the condom on, and she pulled me down and guided me into her. She was tight, hot and so wet I slid in with one slow push, and we both stopped, foreheads together, panting.
“Oh fuck,” she whispered. “Oh, that’s so good.”
I fucked her slowly first, deep strokes, her heels in the small of my back, her breasts shaking. Then faster. She dug her nails into my shoulders and bit my collarbone to stay quiet. I flipped her over, pulled her hips up and took her from behind, one hand in her curls, the other flat against the wall, our wall, the one shared with my bedroom, and the headboard banged against it so hard I laughed into her hair.
“Shh,” she giggled, and pushed back harder.
She came with her face crushed in the pillow, shuddering round me. I followed, spilling into the rubber with a groan I swallowed in her neck.
Afterwards we lay there breathing, her head on my chest.
“Once,” she said.
“Once,” I agreed.
At ten to eight Hannah came home and kissed me in the hall, smelling of toast and hand gel. “Good night?” she asked.
“Quiet,” I said.
Upstairs, Jess’s door was closed, and the red knickers on the radiator were gone. Hannah smiled at me, and for a terrible second I couldn’t tell what her smile meant.
Ending 2 of 16: Just Once. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.