"THERE'S SOMEBODY AT THE DOOR!!!"
Afterwards, Jemima just lay there with a little contented smile on her face. She eventually turned to him and ran a hand over his chest.
“Well Brendan, that was real nice! I just sort of wanted to get it over with before, I didn’t know that it’d feel like… well, like that! So wonderful!! And I liked that it lasted a long time. You’re really good at it, anybody ever tell you that? Miss Mundee is a very lucky woman, having you do that to her all the time… and, well, Bridget, too. Y’know before she went away.”
She suddenly jumped out of bed.
“Well, better go, I suppose. Sorry about all them… you know, noises I made.” She said as she got dressed. “Do other girls make all them noises when you do it with ‘em?” she asked innocently as she pulled her drawers back on.
To be honest, she wasn’t so much surprised at what Brendan had done to her as much as she was surprised at her own ecstatic reaction. “Oh, sorry, maybe that’s private. I couldn’t help it. I mean… apart from that sort of groaning noise you made at the end, you were pretty quiet.”
She got her smock on and pinny.
“Well, so long. Sorry about Bridget and all. And, you know, if you ever want to make me a woman again, let me know. That was real nice!” she said as she wandered to the door.
Apart from the less than pretty face, Jemima was the ideal sex partner – she never wanted to cuddle or talk about her feelings afterward, just up and go!
Brendan grinned and stretched out in the bed with a yawn as Jemima got up and started getting dressed. Her praise both pleased him and made him want to hide under the bedsheets. "I guess most girls do make them noises with me," he said with a shrug. "I didn't wanna make too much noise and have your ma come in."
He was trying to be nonchalant and gentlemanly about the whole thing, but talking about it was making it more awkward. At least Jemima hadn't asked to stay the night. He didn't want any strings attached to this night, or to him. He waved a hand at Jemima as she opened the door to leave. "So long, Jemima," he echoed.
Brendan pulled the covers up to his chin, turned on his side and covered his head with his pillow, and fell asleep. That night he dreamed of Bridget, Caroline, and Jemima. What a night!