WARNING TO THE PERSON READING THIS: IF YOU DON'T LIKE EXPLICIT, DETAILED LEMONS, YOU CAN SKIP THIS CHAPTER AND JUST GO WITH IT.

I turned on some quiet, romantic music in the other room, and walked in, wearing only a black lace push up bra, with a matching thong and black platform shoes.

"Wow, Jenny, you look hot." Eric said, stunned.

"You haven't seen anything yet." I told him in a hushed tone, while walking over to him and climbing onto his lap, straddling him and kissing him intensely.

I could already feel him getting hard, and myself getting wet. I grabbed his neck and he grabbed my thighs and we started grinding against each other. We laid back, to where I was on top of him, and I started to pull his shirt off.

Once I got his shirt off, I started rubbing his shoulders, and kissing them, as he did to mine. After a bit, I'd kissed down to his pants. It was about time they came off.

As soon as they were off, his boner tent was revealed once again. He kissed me, and unstrapped my shoes, throwing them across the room. I slid my hand down, and wrapped it around his aroused manhood. Damn it was hard!

I started to slip my bra off, very slowly, to give him something to wait for. After about 30 seconds of just messing with the straps, I got up and put my back towards him and took the bra completely off. Then I turned around, so he could adjust to the sight of my naked chest.

Eric reached for my ribcage and pulled me to him, and started playing with my boobs with his hands, and kissing them a little. we wound up just kissing each other for a random half hour before we did anything else. I decided to give him the honor of removing my underwear.

He chose to do it while he had me on my knees and he was French kissing me as he did it. He waited until they were completely off before looking. When he did, I felt myself get even wetter, and I saw him get even harder. I looked away while he removed his boxers. When I looked back, he had laid down on his back, and it was sticking straight in the air.

I wanted to follow Vanessa's advice and get a little wild, so I gave him a devilish grin and leaned down and licked his stick. Even though I hadn't done that before, I had a feeling it would be fun. It was fun so far, so I put the whole head in my mouth. His breathing completely changed when I did that. I worked a way to fit the whole thing, the whole 6 inches into my mouth. It was slightly difficult, but I managed, and Eric seemed to like it.

"Ok, Jenny, that's great, but I want a chance to do you now." He told me.

I just nodded and we changed positions. It felt a little strange to have someone's face in my crotch, even if it was Eric. Before I could finish my thought, I felt him lick my clit. I couldn't help but laugh because it tickled. After a minute, he put his tongue inside my actual hole, and started tongue fucking me. If he'd thought he was gay, how was he so good at that?

I let him go like that for a couple minutes, then we decided to do the actual thing. He climbed up onto me and started kissing me. He brought his tip up to my opening and sat it there as he continued to kiss me. He slowly slid it into me, and when he did, I couldn't help but shriek of pleasure. He started going in and out, and I couldn't hold in the moaning and heavy breathing.

"Jenny, we're lucky we chose to do this in a hotel. Otherwise our house members would have heard us by now." Eric said, stopping doing me to talk.

"Please keep going. Just please do it." I begged him, and he continued.

He plainly rode me for a few minutes, but when he started moaning too, he brought his hand down to my clit and started rubbing it while he fucked me. That tickled at first, but after about a minute started feeling really good, so good that I started whimpering. I could feel the orgasm building up, and I started getting anxious for it. I got so anxious that I started trying to hump him to make it go faster.

A minute or two later, the tension built up faster and faster, and suddenly exploded. I let out an orgasmic whimper and my whole body shook. All out of nowhere, some liquid shot out of my cunt and landed on Eric. A couple seconds later, he got super hard and came inside me, so much that it pushed him out of me and some of the cum landed on my face.

"That- was-amazing!" He said, catching his breath.

"It really was." I agreed, but as I did, my stomach practically flipped and before I could think, I was puking my guts into the trash can by the bed. "This nausea fucking ruins everything." I complained.

"It didn't ruin this." Eric said, crawling over to me and trying to kiss me, but I pushed him away.

"E, don't. My mouth tastes like shit right now."

"As if I cared." He leaned in anyway.

"You'll be sorry." I warned him before he kissed me.

"I don't see what you're trying to warn me about."

"Really? Maybe I'm just paranoid." As I said that, he kissed me, and laid on his back, pulling me by the waist down on top of him.

7:03 am... At the hotel...

After a few more rounds of bliss, we'd showered and just sat on the bed, watching TV. That was the last thing I remembered before Eric blowing on my face to wake me up. Once I opened my eyes, he randomly kissed me. When he did, I felt sick. Bad sick.

"Jenny, are you ok?" I couldn't respond. I could only cover my mouth and shove him out of the way so that I could make it to the trash can.

"Do I look ok?" I grumped at him, unintentionally, while getting up and going to the bathroom. When I looked in the mirror, I couldn't help but notice that something was off. I yanked my tank top up. "What the fuck?" My voice faded. What. The. Fuck.

Any guesses what she saw?