The night after we fucked, I woke up with the biggest smile on my face. It actually felt like a dream. I got up earlier than everyone else and snuck upstairs and creaked open her bedroom door. She was still asleep but started moving around when I made some sound. I woke her up and she was super confused on why I was in her room. She wanted to forget about the rough passionate sex we had the night before and I was shocked. Why did she come to this conclusion?, i thought to myself. I left her room in a sad manner and then went back to sleep.
The next few times we had sleepovers, she rarely acknowledged my presence. I tried to talk to her but she had limited responses and lack of interest, so this kind of made my dick hard. I thought about it, and all we did was have some sex once and I should move past it. I still made it a part of my sleepover tradition to cum inside her loose panties on her bathroom floor, and honestly now that I have fucked her, it was even easier for me to cum. At one point, I wore her panties and came in them.