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Re: Mark & Chelle -- Saturday December 30th, early afternoon -- SMUTTY
"Huh?" Chelle's brow furrowed in confusion when he said you're welcome. She'd forgotten all about their earlier conversation the moment his lips had pressed to hers.

Maybe another girl would have been offended that he'd gotten up so quickly, but Chelle wasn't stupid enough to think what they'd just done meant anything and he was right. They did need to get back. It wasn't like Chelle wanted anyone to know she'd just had sex with Mark Walker and she was sure her friends would be looking for her. Besides, it was a party. That meant she should be out there mingling.

"Thanks," she said, offering him a smile as she took the clothing he was passing to her. It didn't take her very long to pull her clothes back on - well her bikini and the dress she was wearing over it. Once that was done, she slipped her feet into her flip flops.

She supposed she should just head back out to the party now, but she wasn't sure if she should.. say something. It wasn't like Chelle did this kind of thing on a regular basis.

Mark couldn't help but laugh when he realized how conceited he probably looked. You're welcome. He should start saying that every time he fucked a girl. After all, it's not ego if you've done it.

"For helping you earlier… you were thanking me…" He shook his head dismissively as he spoke. It wasn't that important.

It didn't take him very long to dress. Once he'd finished, though, he lingered near the door way. Like her, he felt as though he should say something. He didn't know what he should say, though. If he could have any superpower, he would disappear immediately after getting off.

"So… see you later," he grinned before unlocking the door and heading back out to the party.

"Oh, right." A faint blush colored her cheeks, though they were already flushed from their previous activity, and she nodded her head. She'd forgotten, of course, but she grinned now. "If that's how I have to thank you," she teased, "remind me to ask you for help more often." Just because she didn't do this kind of thing often didn't mean she hadn't thoroughly enjoyed it or that she didn't want to do it again.

"Um, yeah, see you later," she answered lamely. She really didn't know what to say, either. Instead, she waved after him and took a few minutes in front of the mirror to fix her hair before heading back out to the party, herself.