The Surprise Visit

With a loud smack, Jonas pulls out his half-flaccid cock, rolls off me, lies on his back next to me and says “wow, that was awesome, wasn’t it?”
Still out of breath, I answer “but so much, that calls for a sequel.”
Jonas turns on his side, looks at me and says “but not today.”
“And why not?”
“You got me, Lena.”
“Hehe” I have to giggle.
“Wait, I want to try something.” I open my bedside table drawer, take out my hand mirror and show it to Jonas. “What do you want with it now?”
“Look, I saw that in a porno once.” Jonas looks at me questioningly. I sit up a little, hold the mirror between my legs and start to squeeze. Jonas looks on in amazement. With a long sound like someone is squeezing an almost empty ketchup bottle followed by a fart, I squeeze all the juice out of my asshole.
Jonas looks at me and says, “Lena, you just cummed all over your pillow.”
“Shit, maybe it would have been better to put something underneath.” We both laugh and lie down again.

I turn to Jonas, he takes me in his arms and I snuggle up to him. We slowly doze off to the soft sounds of Metallica’s song One. I wake up when Jonas kisses my forehead and whispers, “Sweetheart, I have to go.”
I cling tightly to him and say, “Please stay.”
“No, that’s not possible, it’s almost 12, I really have to go home now. Otherwise my mother will worry.”
“Call her and tell her you’re coming tomorrow, I’ll make breakfast too.”
“No, that’s not possible.”

Jonas lets go of my arms and stands up. I sit on the edge of the bed and watch him get dressed.

“Will we see each other again outside of school, or was that just a one-time thing?” I ask.
Jonas leans down to me, kisses me and says “of course we’ll see each other again, but don’t make a big deal about it, please promise me.”
I just nod.
“Can I use your toilet for a minute?”
“Sure, you can, first door on the left.” Jonas goes into the hallway. I reach under my bed for my nightshirt. I put it on and follow Jonas into the hallway. I hear the toilet flush and Jonas steps out into the hallway.
“I’ll walk you to the door.”
“Okay, Lena.”

When I get downstairs, I open the door for Jonas. “Wait, Jonas.” I grab his hand. “Are you going to just run off again and leave me standing here like an idiot like yesterday?”
“No, of course not.”

He takes my head tenderly in both hands and we kiss with a long French kiss.
Jonas lets go and says “I really have to go now, princess.”
“Okay, Jonas, I understand.”

Jonas turns around and goes through the door. Leaning against the door, I watch him until he disappears into the darkness. I close the door, go upstairs to my room and decide not to change the bed sheets today and to sleep without a pillow.