I wiped my face with the cloth, trying to push from my mind the taste of copper as I rested my head on hers.

"Well, next time you tell me to fuck you, I better listen," I responded, then paused and pulled the cloth from my face. "This isn't the cum rag, is it?"

"... Maybe?" She then laughed at seeing my expression change to concern. "I'm joking! It's a new one."

I felt her hand reach down and find mine. She held it tightly as we sat for a moment in silence. Even our neighbors had grown quiet, perhaps spent from their own torrid festivities.

"So..." I said, bravely...