Home Is Where the Hatred Is

Clyde shuddered and twitched as he felt Lilly's mouth suck down and swallow his exploding load, her soft lips and tounge so tight against his sensitive cock as he hungrily lapped at Lilly's pussy with hard, harsh moans vibrating inside her until at last she too would burst right against his face!

"MMPHH!!!" Clyde cried as he felt Lilly's juices splash over his face and into his mouth, squeezing her hips tightly as she was in the throws of her orgasm until they both slumped in the tub with the cowboy panting furiously.

"Holy...F-Fuuck..."

Lilly's legs squeezed at Clyde's sides as she was washed over by her orgasm. After her first one in the living room, this one hit her especially hard, and when it finally started to fade, she slumped down on top of the cowboy, warm water splashing onto her back and soaked hair.

"Mmm... I guess you make up for your stupidity in other ways..." Lilly said breathlessly, giving his sensitive member one more quick lick. Lilly wanted to get up off of him and actually finish showering, but she could barely move her legs after the sessions she had with the blonde boy. It hurt to admit it to herself, but she loved it. Despite her hatred for him, he was a good fuck, and if she had the energy, she'd go again. But even she had her limits, and she was definitely at it.

"Guh." Clyde groaned as Lilly's legs squeezed on his sides, shuddering and gasping as his very sensitive member was licked by her moist tongue. "S-Ssshiiit..." Clyde moaned, shuddering from the lick as he remained under Lilly, barely able to turn off the water with his toes as he lifted his leg to the knob and turned it.

"Tch... Even after all this... Still bein' a bitch?" Clyde breathed tiredly under Lilly. "You're pretty good too... I guess..." He said though a clearly exhausted chuckle as he poked Lilly's pussy before he tried to get up out of the tub.

"O-Okay... One leg at a time!" He panted, trying to lift Lilly's leg.

Lilly only snorted when Clyde called her a bitch yet again. At this point, she just expected it. Not that it hurt her feelings any.

"Um... duh?" She said when he pointed out that she was good. How obvious could it be? Hell, she was probably the best Clyde ever had, and ever would. And he should feel honored that she even gave him the chance. Especially considering how much she despised him. Still though... it was pretty amazing.

"Ahh..." The cheerleader shuddered a bit when he poked her sensitive pussy. With Clyde's help, she was able to lift her leg off of him so he could get up. Once she could feel her legs a bit more, she followed, standing though a bit wobbly. Lilly looked at Clyde, looking at his naked and wet form up and down. And something happened she never would have thought would happen. She blushed.

The blonde hastily turned around, hiding her blush from him, grabbing a handful of her wet, matted hair and wringing some water from it. "Get me a towel," she demanded. She didn't know what was going on. Yeah, the sex was hot, and her hatred for him still remained. So why did she feel... flustered?

Clyde at this point could barely move. As much as he hated Lilly with a passion, he couldn't remember the last time he had so much fun. Well, he could but, he tried to not think about her so much.

It was at that moment Clyde's eyes widened. What in the blue hell was he thinking having sex with a girl who had tried to make his life and the life of the one he loved, miserable!?!?

He took another look at Lilly and saw her flawless body, flushing and swallowing a lump in his throat as she stood up on her wobbly, creamy legs, watching her as she watched him. He felt dirty and yet content at the same time. He felt like he did something wrong, but it had all felt good. He realized that in their hateful fighting, it just happened.

He blushed harder and averted his eyes from Lilly before grabbing a towel and handing it to her as he sat the edge of the tub, his heart thumping from the most rigorous workout he had ever endured.

"Y-You can uh... Use the shower if ya' actually want ta' get cleaned up and junk... I got extra clothes too." He said as he scratched his chin.

Lilly could feel an odd tension in the air as the two of them looked at one another. There was already tension, given how much she and him hated one another, but this felt a little different. She couldn't quite put her finger on it. But in the back of her mind, Lilly felt like, now that she had gotten what she wanted, it wasn't quite as satisfying as she thought it would be.

Lilly snatched the towel from Clyde, using it to dry her hair, which left it a damp, matted mess before she wrapped it around herself. She noticed that he blushed as well, making her wonder what was running through his mind. But she felt like she knew. He was always thinking about her. She felt anger flare up in her anew.

"I don't need your shower, or your clothes." Lilly stormed out of the bathroom, almost falling over due to her still shaky legs. She caught herself on the door frame and made her way back out to the living room to fetch her clothes.

She didn't know what changed between her entering his home and now, but she hated it. Maybe it was the fact that, despite having some of the hottest sex she'd had in a long time, Clyde was still capable of thinking of someone else in the meantime. She was perfect!

But why did she care so much anyway?

Lilly hastily dried herself off and grabbed her skirt, pulling it on, followed by her bra, and destroyed shirt, which was left open due to the buttons being ripped off. She also realized she didn't have panties anymore either. She didn't really care. She just wanted this new tension to go away.

Clyde furrowed his brow as Lilly snatched the towel away before rejecting his offer and storming out. Leaving the cowboy to just sigh as he saw the cheerleader nearly fall over on her shaky legs. They had really did number on eachother.

Slowly, Clyde stood up, still naked, and followed Lilly to the living room where he leaned in the doorway and watched Lilly grab her skirt and bra before gathering up the remains of her tattered clothes.

"Ya really gon' walk out in public like that? No shirt and no panties?" Clyde asked as he shook his head.

"C'mon, I got a coat you can wear. We're goin' out ta' get ya some clothes." Clyde said sternly, expecting Lilly to follow him to his room upstairs.

As the cheerleader put on what undamaged clothes she had left, she heard Clyde follow her out. She heaved out a sigh when he asked her if she was going to go out like this. It wasn't the first time she'd been caught naked. The first time was his fault after all.

She was about to turn and snap at him, but he was already walking away, telling her to follow so that he could give her a coat. Gritting her teeth, she followed, her ruined clothes tucked under her arm.

"I don't need your charity, Clyde," she growled, following close behind him. She had half a mind to crack him in the back of the head. She didn't know what he was was trying to pull, or why he was even offering her a favor, but it struck a cord with her. Why wasn't he just kicking her out? He should be kicking her out.

"It ain't charity. I'm takin' these back once we're done." Clyde said as he pushed the door open to this room and showed Lilly basically everything in his room. A Tv, movie posters, dresser, nightstand, lamps, posters of rock bands and even a rack for his hat! Honestly it was pretty plain and not very interesting.

"Here ya go!" He said, fetching her a large duster. "I use ta' wear that as entrance attire. You can borrow this while we get ya somethin'.... Cuz you sure as hell ain't keep that." Clyde said with smug grin, eyeing Lilly confidently before he realized he was still...

"Oh. My bad." He said before quickly gathering some underwear, jeans and a shirt and quickly slapping all of it on so he wasn't in his birthday suit.

"Much better! Or are ya dissapointed?" He asked her coyly.

Lilly wanted to snap back at Clyde, but she really didn't know what else to say. She hated everything about what was happening right now. He was being so cocky after their fling. Cocky, as always. It was infuriating.

Once he pushed open his bedroom door, Lilly took it in. It was... boring, and gross. Posters, a bland dresser, and a tiny little TV. Just like the rest of his home, it was boring, just like him. Her attention was brought back to him when he held out a duster jacket. She looked at it, and then him, glaring the whole time. "Fine," she said, snatching it from him, pulling it on, wrinkling her nose at the smell. It didn't smell gross, just musty.

Lilly, like Clyde, only just noticed that he was still naked. The blush returned to her cheeks, but she did her best to hide it. "Look, I don't know why you're doing this, or why you're so cocky, but let's get one thing straight." The cheerleader got up close to him, her chest pressing against his own. "What happened here, it doesn't make us friends. It was angry, gritty sex. That's it." With that, Lilly turned her back on him, crossing her arms as she stepped out of the room.