The next morning, Amelie found herself at a cozy Parisian café with her best friend Camille. She was still feeling the aftereffects of her marathon lovemaking session with Julien, her body aching in places she didn't know could ache. She winced slightly as she settled herself onto the wrought iron chair, trying to find a comfortable position.
Camille, noticing Amelie's discomfort, leaned forward with a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "Mon Dieu, Amelie," she said, her voice dripping with mock concern, "you look absolutely... fucked. Was it that good with Julien, or did you two finally try out some sort of acrobatic yoga?"
Amelie felt her cheeks flush a deep, telltale red at Camille's teasing words. She quickly took a sip of her café au lait, trying to hide her flustered expression behind the delicate porcelain cup. "Camille!" she hissed, glancing around the café nervously to make sure no one had overheard. "Keep your voice down!"
Camille just laughed, a tinkling, melodic sound that drew a few curious glances from the other patrons. She leaned in closer, her eyes sparkling with wicked amusement. "Oh, come on, Amelie. You can't tell me you didn't scream the house down while Julien fucked you, I mean, look at you, you have bite marks all over. I bet your neighbors could hear you too!"
Amelie choked on her coffee, her face turning an even deeper shade of red as she sputtered and coughed. She could feel the heat of her blush spreading down her neck, no doubt painting her chest and probably her cleavage the same vivid hue. "Camille, arrête!" she gasped out, slamming her cup down onto the saucer with a clatter. "I'm not going to discuss my... private life with you. Especially not here, where anyone could hear."
Camille wasn't about to let Amelie off the hook that easily. She leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms over her chest as she fixed Amelie with a look of blatant curiosity. "Oh, come on, Amelie," she coaxed, her voice dripping with false innocence. "You can't just leave me hanging like this. I want details, and I want them now. Was it really that good? I mean, look at you, you're practically glowing."
Amelie cursed under her breath, her face burning with embarrassment and frustration. "Putain, Camille, I swear to God..." she muttered, glaring at her friend. "That's not why I asked you to meet me here today. I wanted to talk about something else, not my... sex life with Julien."
Camille just chuckled, waving Amelie's protests away with a dismissive hand. "Yeah, yeah, I know. But come on, Amelie, you can't blame me for being curious. I mean, I've never seen you like this before. You're like a cat in heat!"
As if to punctuate her point, Camille reached into her bag and pulled out a small, crumpled packet. She tossed it onto the table in front of Amelie with a smirk. "Speaking of which, why weren't you two using condoms? I mean, I know it's hard to think straight when you're in the middle of a fuck fest, but still..."
Amelie's eyes widened as she stared down at the packet of condoms sitting on the table, her cheeks burning even hotter. She could feel the curious stares of the other patrons boring into her, no doubt wondering what kind of girl would bring condoms to a café. "Merde, Camille," she hissed, quickly grabbing the packet and shoving it into her own bag. "Keep your voice down, someone might hear you!"
She took a deep, steadying breath before answering Camille's question. "It just... happened," she mumbled, her cheeks burning even hotter at the admission. "We got carried away, and it slipped both of our minds." She shrugged, trying to play it off casually, but her flushed cheeks and the way she couldn't quite meet Camille's eyes betrayed her true feelings.
Camille smirked, leaning forward to tap Amelie on the nose with her finger. "It just happened, huh? Is that what you're going with? Because from the looks of it, it happened a lot, without any protection, I mean," Camille finished with a wicked grin, her eyes gleaming with mischievous speculation. "So, when are you going to tell me the real reason why you asked me to meet you here, hmm? Oh, and why did you ask for more condoms? I'm assuming you already took the pills, but you should have plenty of condoms remaining," She leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms over her chest as she studied Amelie with a look of blatant curiosity, waiting for her friend to spill the beans about what was really on her mind.
Amelie pouted, her cheeks still blazing with embarrassment as she took a long, fortifying sip of her coffee. She set the cup down with a soft clink, her fingers trembling slightly as she gripped the handle. Finally, she sighed, her shoulders slumping in defeat as she glanced around the café to make sure no one was within earshot before leaning in to whisper to Camille.
"D'accord, d'accord," Amelie admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "We did do it without the condom, once, no, maybe twice. Yeah, only twice!" she added quickly, her cheeks flushing an even deeper shade of red as she recalled the heated, lust-filled encounter in Julien's kitchen. The memory of Julien bending her over the counter, his hips slamming against her ass as he took her with wild abandon, sent a shiver down her spine.
Camille let out a whoop of laughter, drawing stares from the other patrons as she clapped her hands together in glee. "Only twice? Only twice!" she repeated, her voice dripping with mocking disbelief. "Amelie, my dear, you are so full of shit. I bet that sexy bastard fucked you senseless all day long without a single thought for protection. Didn't he, you naughty girl?"
Amelie groaned, burying her burning face in her hands. "Camille, s'il te plaît," she begged, her voice muffled. "Can you please keep your voice down? I don't want the whole café to know about my... private business."
But Camille was too far gone in her own salacious imaginings to pay much heed to Amelie's protests. She leaned forward, her eyes gleaming with wicked speculation as she studied Amelie's blushing face. "So, go on then," she coaxed, her voice a low, sensual purr. "Tell me more. I want to know everything. I want to know how he bent you over the kitchen counter and just... took you. Hard. Without a condom. Fuck, that's so hot," she breathed, fanning herself with one hand as if she were feeling heat herself, "the mere thought of it is making me wet," Camille finished, her voice a throaty whisper.
Amelie took a deep, shuddering breath before continuing, her voice barely above a whisper as she struggled to confess the intimate details to her friend. "D'accord, after... after Julien fucked me in the kitchen, I was the one who asked him to come inside me. I just wanted to feel his... his heat, his seed, filling me up. C'était si bon," she admitted, her cheeks flushing an even deeper shade of red at the memory.
Camille listened with rapt attention, her eyes wide and shining with morbid curiosity. "Mon Dieu, Amelie," she breathed, "you really are a dirty girl, aren't you? Begging him to come inside you like that... Fuck." She licked her lips, imagining the scene playing out in her mind.
Amelie nodded, squirming slightly in her seat as she recalled the sensation of Julien's hot, thick seed flooding her insides, painting her walls white. "Oui, it was... incredible. But then, I asked him to take me to the bedroom. I knew we had condoms there, and I wanted... I needed him to fuck me properly, like a real man."
Camille smirked, leaning forward to tap Amelie on the nose with her finger. "And did he? Did he fuck you good?" she teased, her voice a low, sensual purr.
Amelie could only nod, a soft moan escaping her lips at the memory of Julien spreading her legs wide and plunging into her, over and over again, his hips slamming against hers with a force that shook the bed frame. "Oui," she whispered, "and then he just... kept going. We used up all the condoms, Camille. Every single one of them. I lost count of how many times he fucked me, but it was a lot. So many that we ran out of male condoms and had to use the female ones too. And even those... they're all gone now. Used up, every last one, which is why he finally stopped fucking me, only because there were no more condoms left in the house," Amelie confessed, her voice a breathless whisper as she gazed down at her trembling hands. "I've never been so sore or satisfied in my life. My pussy is still throbbing, and I can barely walk straight. But fuck, it was worth it," she finished, a small, secret smile playing at the corners of her lips.