Amanda froze for a moment, stunned by the sudden turn of events. But she regrouped quickly, remembering where we were, and began ushering me back into the bedroom. As she pushed me along, she reached down and grabbed both of our shorts, using her own to quickly mop up what she could of the c*m on the floor. When we got into our bedroom, I jumped onto the bed. Amanda quietly shut the bathroom door behind us and then stood at the edge of the bed, panting and using my boxers to wipe the c*m off of her body. She had a frazzled grin on her face.
"I can't believe that just happened," she whispered.
"I'm sorry," I responded, "I wasn't expecting you to pull away when you did."
"Not that, you i***t. I don't care about your c*m," she said as she climbed into bed, still naked from the waist down.
