The next week was uneventful. Cassidy had her period late in the week, so we didn't do any fooling around, which almost seemed nice in a way after how rapidly our activities had escalated the weeks before. When we were home together, we spent some time just hanging out, talking to each other while we made dinner or watched tv.

Early the following week, I knew what to expect: Cassidy the post-period raging sex fiend. Monday morning she practically begged me to go down on her before I left for work. She knew I had been ready to walk out the door, but her pleas worked. She ended up cumming hard on my tongue, screaming with her thighs clamped around my head and her toes curled as her tight, young body shook. I was very amused that she was completely naked, sitting on the couch as she came, with me fully dressed in my work clothes, on my knees, with my wet tongue rubbing at her clit.