The Hour of Truth

Ethan

I don't know what was stimulating me more, seeing Mariana naked, her breasts bouncing as she rode me, or having her pussy practically strangling my cock.

The fact is that I couldn't hold back my orgasm any longer, and sooner than I would have liked, I reached a hallucinating climax, my whole body shuddering with the extreme pleasure she was able to provoke in me.

To my satisfaction, she also climaxed at the same moment, falling over my body, our breaths joining each other.

I couldn't say anything at that moment, even if I wanted to, still feeling in my body the intensity of the mind-blowing and delicious sex we had.

We remained in a comfortable silence, apparently each of us was trying to regain our strength, cuddled on the narrow mattress.

" I still can't believe I'm on the floor " I commented, feeling the irony of the situation.

No response at all to my comment.

"Mariana?" I call out, with no response again.

I try to lift Mariana's head, which is lying on my chest, a little and contact that she is sleeping peacefully.

She slept!? I can't believe it!

I tried to contain my irritation with the fact, after all, I was waiting for an explanation from her.

It wouldn't be possible now, it seemed, and I would never wake my girl when she had clearly used up all her strength, as had I, and it was totally understandable that she should feel so tired when she had never done that before.

Again the tightness in my chest, the pang of guilt for having invaded her body without any delicacy, when she was still a virgin.

I had never been with a virgin before, because I always tried to avoid this kind of situation after Beatriz. After all, I didn't want to take any risks by getting involved with someone who could easily confuse passion and desire with love and romance, two things I didn't want in my life.

I had always been in love with Beatriz, we had known each other since we were children, but when she finally accepted to date me, she was no longer a virgin, something that was no problem for me.

After she was gone, I had no desire for deep involvement, so I continued to avoid virginal girls, and have managed that to this day.

I could never have imagined that Mariana was a virgin when I knew that she had participated in that auction at the nightclub.

That Arthur did not consummate the act, that is quite clear, but why? What happened between them, then? These are questions that are consuming me now, while Mariana sleeps peacefully on my chest.

What an unexpected situation!

Mariana

I felt a slight movement below my head, something tiny but at the same time completely strange, and opened my eyes slowly, to find a male breast serving as my pillow.

At the same instant, I remembered everything that had happened and that the one lying with me was Ethan.

I groaned softly, feeling bad that I couldn't resist that hot asshole who knows how to drive a poor defenseless girl like me crazy.

Maybe not so helpless, but still a girl unprepared to resist the accumulated desire Ethan had managed to awaken in my body.

"Sleepyhead…”

Just hearing Ethan's husky voice in my hair, I already feel the shiver of arousal spread throughout my body and I realize at that moment that we are still completely unclothed, our bodies touching each other completely.

The intimacy of the moment, along with Ethan's subtle teasing, manage to make me tense and worried, trying to imagine what is going through his mind now, after those moments of intense passion.

Despite this, I don't change my position, I remain there, lying on Ethan's chest, the memories causing a whirlwind of sensations in my body, at the same time that reason protests against my reckless attitude.

"I believe you owe me an explanation, Mariana," he says, bringing me back to the present moment.

"I don't owe you anything, Ethan," I say, not bothering to look at him.

I knew it was time for the truth, but I needed to try to put it off a little longer, it's my right.

But Ethan pulls me away from his chest, as I figured he would, and lifts me into a position where I need to face him, holding me tightly.

" I need to know, Mariana."

Ethan's tone is different, it's not a demand what he does, but a request, even though all I had to do was get up off that mattress and run to the bathroom, I chose to tell him what really happened the night of the auction

I was about to tell Ethan, something that even my best friend I had not told and that is quite alarming.

"Arthur didn't take my virginity at the club," I began to say.

"Well, that's pretty clear, agree? "Ethan points out wryly.

" Are you going to let me talk?" I scolded him and he just gestured, indicating that I should proceed, agreeing to keep quiet " He was separated from his wife, she had left him, and in an attempt to move on, or whatever he wanted, Arthur bid me up at the auction."

"But as we were about to consummate the act, he gave up, because he remembered his wife at that moment. It turns out that we talked, I thought he was really nice, I was touched that he was faithful to her even though he was separated, and we ended up exchanging phone numbers."

" In other words, he didn't fuck you that night, because he couldn't get it up for you, but wanted to make it worth his while, and try another night!"

I glared at Ethan, I didn't like the vulgar way he put things, but at the same time, I knew he was absolutely right in his reasoning because that's exactly what happened.

"Oh, sorry for telling the truth, go ahead," Ethan says in an insincere apology.

I rolled my eyes in displeasure but wanted to continue my story.

"The next day, Arthur sent me a few messages, again justifying himself, apologizing for what happened, and I, again, found him to be a man of very good character.

"And you went to the meeting, I suppose" It was clear that he was not at all satisfied.

" I went, yes " I confirm, there is no reason to lie " And we had dinner together and then he took me home."