I quickly reached over to get a can of soda and open it before holding it for her to take a sip from. A couple seconds later, I did it again. The third time, she got her hands up and put them on mine to let me know when she wanted a drink, and when she was finished. By the time the soda was gone, I could see that she was starting to get some of her energy back.
Her second soda was used to wash down half of a sandwich; only then did she speak again, asking me "What on earth were you telling me you were sorry for?"
"Well, while I was waiting for you to come back to this planet, I realized that I'd gotten too enthusiastic about helping you have orgasms tonight – I mean, it took you way longer to recover tonight than it did last night. Then the first thing you said was to tell me I was a son of a bitch."
She took another sip of her drink and gestured for another sandwich half before telling me "No, I wasn't calling you a son of a bitch, I was just making a comment on how good you made me feel. After how much you showed me you care for me, and how good you made me feel with all those orgasms and everything, why would I be upset with you?"
Well and truly confused, I answered "Uh, how about the fact that you pretty much passed out? And stayed out for so long? Honest to God, I was starting to think I was going to have to call a doctor or something when I finally saw you starting to come out of it!"
She shook her head and washed down the food she hand in her mouth before saying "Okay, I guess I can understand that. But I wasn't mad at you last night, so what made you think I'd be upset this time? I mean, you didn't really didn't do anything different; you just did MORE of it, is all. And it's not like I couldn't have told you to stop if it was getting too much for me, or anything. I'm just surprised that I could cum that hard – even after what happened last night. Yeah, I'm surprised as hell at what happened. But I'm most definitely not pissed at you about it; if anything, I guess I should be grateful to you for helping me find out what happens when I do climax that hard."
I have never been under the illusion that I understood a woman's thought processes; and after hearing what she'd just said to me, I knew that there wasn't the slightest chance that I ever would understand what goes on in their heads. Jenny took my silence as an opportunity to finish the half-sandwich she had, and drain the rest of her soda before leaning across me to deposit the can on the night table. When she released a soft belch, she quickly turned her head to look up at me in embarrassment – and both of us started laughing. I was still chuckling when she picked up another can of soda, but stopped when she paused on the way back to stick the cold can against my chest before sitting next to me again.
Once she'd settled into my side again, and opened her soda, I told her "Okay, so you're not mad at me" – she shook her head in confirmation – "and you're saying that I got all worried and everything pretty much about nothing?"
"Yup, that's about the size of it. Like I said, I can understand why you were worried, and I think you're an absolute dear for it. But there really wasn't any point to it, as far as I'm concerned. I got way more than I ever could have expected, but I don't think you did anything bad, or wrong. I'm just glad I found out what happens to me with you – I know you care for me, and that I can trust you – instead of somebody that would, like, ravish me or something while I was out, instead of caring for me like you did. At least with you, I know I'm not going to wake up and find out that somebody had fucked me in the ass, or that I had cum running out of every hole in my body or anything."
She turned to look up at me with a grin before adding "At least, those things wouldn't happen unless I knew about it before I passed out!"
The idea that she might be agreeable to letting me have her ass was an interesting one, to be sure. But after the activities of the last couple of evenings, I didn't feel like I was in any kind of shape to really check into the matter. So I fell back to the 'safe' response of hugging her closer to me, and let her finish her drink.
When the soda can was empty, I reached over to take it from her and set it aside so that she wouldn't have to move from where she was tucked into my side. We stayed like for a little while, until she apologetically told me "Uh, I have to get up for a minute…"
I moved my arm from around her waist, letting her know that I'd heard her, and waited patiently while she got out of bed and headed for the bathroom. She was back a few minutes later, and when she started to get into bed, I patted my lap to let her know I wanted her to sit on it. She smiled and did just that, facing me, only to be surprised when I brought my knees up so that my legs formed a backrest for her. A look at the clock while she was in the bathroom had let me know that it still wasn't very late, and I wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to get to know her even more than I had over the previous couple of days. With little encouragement on my part, we spent the better part of the next couple of hours just talking; well, mostly with her talking and me listening as she told me about her plans, and what she wanted to do with her life. My contributions consisted mostly of asking leading questions, and offering an occasional observation or suggestion. As she started to wind down, I figured it was late enough that some sleep would probably be a good idea – and got a second on the unvoiced motion when she opened her mouth for a fierce yawn. When it was over, she looked a trifle embarrassed, and I just smiled and told her "Don't worry about it; I was starting to think it was bedtime, too."
She told me "It's been nice, resting here like this – but I am most definitely not ready to try taking a shower; even with you there, I'd probably fall asleep or something. So if you'll hand me that stuff" – she gestured to the towel and washcloth I hadn't used – "I'll just give everything a quick once-over, and hope that we don't get stuck together tonight!"
Once I'd handed the things to her, she raised up and unconcernedly used the washcloth to wipe herself down, from belly button to halfway down her thighs, front and back. After she'd taken care of herself, she did much the same for me; except that she limited her attentions to my pelvis.
When she was done, she started to move with the obvious intent of taking them to the bathroom. I gently stopped her and said "Don't worry about it; that stuff will be all right on the night table tonight."
She looked at me uncertainly, and I just nodded in affirmation. With a slight shrug of her shoulders, she set the towel on the night table and the still-damp washcloth on top of it before moving off of me. I scooted down the bed far enough that I could lie down, and Jenny soon had herself next to me, lying on her side so that her head was on my shoulder and an arm and leg draped across me. I had my arm around her, and gave her a gentle hug and kissed the top of her head before reaching over to turn out the lights. I doubt either one of us had any trouble falling asleep.
Unsurprisingly, I was the first one to wake up the next morning. Still sorry for all that I'd put her through the night before, I made sure not to disturb her as I first made a Priority 1 visit to the bathroom (taking the towel and washcloth with me), then headed for the kitchen to get some coffee started. Once I'd gotten a cup into my system, I was able to give some thought to the idea of breakfast. Before that, though, I went in to check on Jenny – and found that she'd apparently just woken up: she was looking around as if wondering where I might have gotten off to.
When she saw me, she gave me an absolutely radiant smile before stretching hard enough that I could hear her muscles creak even where I was. Afterwards, she told me "Thanks for letting me sleep a little longer. How long have you been up? Is that coffee I smell?"
Grinning at her, I answered "No problem. I've only been up a little while, and yes, that's coffee." She started to get up, and I quickly told her "No, just lie there and take it easy; I'll bring you some before I start breakfast – which will be in bed."