Interdimensional Pornstar System

*Click.*

The bathroom door opened and Stacy stepped out, completely clean. After nearly a full hour of thorough washing, douching, and scrubbing, not a single person would have been able to tell she had been covered in cum earlier.

Her skin smelled lightly of her own body wash, her hair was damp and neatly towel-dried, and she wore a light pink tshirt and dolphin shorts which had brought with her.

She stopped at the doorway and looked at the bed.

’Did he fall asleep already?’

Kyle was completely out. His eyes were shut, chest rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm. He was still butt-naked on top of the ruined sheets, one arm thrown loosely over his head, legs slightly apart.

In the dim light he looked almost peaceful — a completely different person from the one who had been railing her senseless less than two hours ago. His soft, raisin cock rested against his thigh, looking completely harmless now.

’Damn... is this really the same thing that made me lose my mind earlier?’

She didn’t feel weird about looking. They had already seen everything there was to see of each other. She tilted her head slightly, staring at his flaccid dick for a second longer than necessary.

’It’s kinda cute like this... what the hell am I even thinking right now.’

She leaned down a little out of pure curiosity, her hand half-reaching toward it, then quickly pulled back like she’d been burned.

’Nope. That would just be weird. And probably sexual harassment at this point.’

She straightened up and put a finger to her chin, still looking at him with a small, amused expression.

’They really weren’t kidding when they said you can’t judge a book by its cover. That thing was a monster earlier... now it just looks sleepy.’

The apartment was quiet. Too quiet. She glanced at the time on her phone — 10:17 p.m.

”What am I supposed to do now?” she muttered under her breath.

Going home alone this late wasn’t a good idea. She had been dealing with a couple of creepy stalkers for the past few weeks.

Her place was at least an hour away even with good traffic, and at this time of night it would take longer. Taxis weren’t always reliable either, and the idea of standing outside waiting for one made her skin crawl.

”Yeah... I’m just gonna stay the night,” she decided quietly.

”It’s safer here. And honestly more comfortable than going back alone right now.”

*Growwwl.*

Her stomach made the next decision for her. All the physical activity had left her starving, and she was suddenly craving something spicy and filling. She hadn’t eaten since before she arrived.

She walked out of the bedroom and into the kitchen, turning on the light. She opened the fridge fully expecting the usual bachelor wasteland of energy drinks, old takeout containers, and maybe a bottle of sauce. Instead she raised her eyebrows in genuine surprise.

It was actually stocked. There was meat beef, some chicken, even a bit of pork, a decent selection of vegetables, eggs, leftover rice, garlic, chili paste, soy sauce, and a few other basic seasonings.

”Internet really does lie about guys’ fridges,” she murmured, pulling things out.

”that stamina can’t come out of nowhere... he’s been eating actual food. A pill can only do so much.”

When thought of his stamina crossed her mind, her legs gave a small, involuntary tremble. A flash of memory hit her. A good one for her. His way of fucking absolute mind out of her left a deep impression on her.

She quickly shook her head and focused on the ingredients instead.

”I should make enough for him too, in case he wakes up later. Only fair.”

She set a pan on the stove, poured in a bit of oil, and got to work. She wasn’t the type to cook every day — she ordered in more often than she cared to admit — but she knew her way around a kitchen when she needed to.

She sliced the beef thin, chopped the vegetables, minced the garlic, and mixed a quick spicy sauce with chili paste, soy sauce, and a bit of sugar. Within twenty minutes the kitchen smelled genuinely good — savory, spicy, the kind of smell that made her stomach growl even louder.

She plated a generous portion for herself and left the rest in a clean container in the fridge so Kyle could just reheat it if he woke up hungry. Then she carried her plate back into the bedroom, carefully climbed onto the cleanest corner of the bed, put in her earphones, and started eating while scrolling through YouTube.

She didn’t wake him. He looked like he needed the sleep more than anything.

”...this actually turned out really good,” she whispered to herself after the first few bites, a little impressed.

”I should cook at home more instead of wasting money on delivery every time.”

When she finished eating, she quietly went back to the kitchen, washed the dishes, wiped down the counter and stove, and made sure everything was left tidy then she return to the bedroom.

Kyle was still dead asleep in the exact same position, completely unaware of the world.

Stacy stood at the side of the bed for a few seconds, just looking at him. Then she sighed softly.

”Don’t mind me sleeping next to you,” she said under her breath, even though he couldn’t hear her.

She turned the AC down a little so it wouldn’t get too cold, pulled the blanket up over both of them, and carefully lay down beside his naked body. The sheets were still stained and messy from earlier — she could feel a slightly damp spot under her leg — but she didn’t care enough to do anything about it. Sleeping on the couch sounded worse, and after everything they had already done, sharing the bed felt like nothing.

’We’ve already fucked raw for two hours straight... sleeping next to each other is honestly the most innocent thing we’ve done tonight. And I am not sleeping on that couch.’

She shifted a little closer, just enough to feel the warmth coming off his body, then closed her eyes. The quiet of the apartment and the steady sound of his breathing made it surprisingly easy to relax.

Within a few minutes, she was asleep.

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*Twitch.*

Kyle’s eyes twitched.

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