Harry's big dick porn adventure ch.18

"I want to," Harry said. If it were Daphne, she'd probably ask him for it now, so he understood how important it was not to rush with Tracey and respected her for it. After all, they were different. "Our fans will surely love it."

"You think so?"

"Everyone loves new pussies," he noticed. He expected Daphne to chime in, but she just slumped on the lounge chair. Then she sat up straight and cuddled him.

"I want to go to bed," Daphne said, coughing into her elbow.

"Okay," Harry said. "We'll come... Are you still feeling bad?"

"A little," she replied. "I'm just tired and want to rest a bit."

"Do you want me to come with you to our bedroom?
"Yes," she said. He stood up, took her hands, and helped her to her feet.

She touched his bicep, admiring his muscles. "You're definitely stronger."

"I am," he admitted.

Tracey stood up and nudged Daphne in the arm. She opened her arms and pulled her in. "Goodnight, and I'll pray you feel better tomorrow."

"That's kind of you," Daphne said, quickly breaking the embrace. "You probably don't want to hug me too long, in case I infect you."

Tracey waved her hand dismissively. "We're friends, and we can count on each other."

Daphne smiled, and Harry was convinced he saw tears welling up in her eyes, but he was also sure he saw her trying to suppress them for some strange reason. He led her to their bedroom. "Will you help me undress?"

He nodded, and as they entered the bedroom, which was slightly brighter, he could clearly see her face, which was a bit paler than usual. He helped her take off her skirt, remove her blouse, and unhook her bra. He carefully folded her clothes and placed them on the nightstand. She slipped into bed and pulled the sheet up to her chest. He leaned in and kissed her straight on the lips, surprising her. "You look surprised."

"Men usually don't kiss girls on the lips when they're sick," she said, but she still smiled.

Instead, he kissed her on the forehead. "Better?"

"You misunderstood me," she said, rolling her eyes. "I wanted a kiss on the lips, but it's unusual for a man to do that."

He stroked her shoulder. "If we get sick, we'll deal with it together. I won't leave anyone, especially the girl I love."

She looked at his face, and he felt the same sparks as when they clicked the publish button together or when they kissed for the first time. She sighed with relief. "I know I picked the right guy." "I appreciate everything you've done for me. Remember that when you're sweetly dreaming," Harry said.

"I will."

"Goodnight, Daphne."

"Goodnight," she said with a chuckle and closed her eyes. Harry returned to the balcony and sat with Tracey. He already felt different without Daphne, and the awareness that she wasn't feeling well made him feel bad too.

"I hope she feels better tomorrow," Tracey said.

"It doesn't seem like it," Harry said. "She looks very pale."

"Do you have any symptoms?"

Harry shook his head. "Not at all. Let's hope we'll be spared and be able to take care of her."

"Yeah... Do you want to hear some good news?

"Definitely."

"I just wanted to share how happy I am when I told my ex-boss that I found another job," she said, beaming.

Harry lay on his side, facing her. Her hair reflected the crimson sky like tiny tongues of flames. She looked like a rare jewel, and now he knew she would remain loyal to him. "That was one of the best days of my life."

"But what if they don't like me? Or what if they don't want to see me so often?"

Harry ran his fingers through her hair, interrupting her. "They'll love you as much as they love us."

"Are you sure?" Tracey asked.

"I'm ninety-nine percent sure..." Harry's voice trailed off as he realized what he had just said.

"You've been infected by Daphne," she noticed, smiling.

"Yeah... I have, so she used to say the same thing when she was with you?"

"Duh," she said, still laughing. "She really is Dirty Bambi, but sweet on the inside. She also has a heart."

"I know," Harry said, but as he began to think about her, he didn't feel right sitting and laughing while she lay alone in bed. "I don't know about you, but I don't feel good leaving her there. Should we go to bed too? Maybe we can talk to her."

"I was just about to suggest the same thing," she said. "I don't like leaving someone hanging either."

They both got up, and the sun was already setting, stars twinkling one after the other. They went to the bedroom, and to Harry's surprise, Daphne was already asleep.

He shrugged and began to undress. Tracey rolled onto her back, probably pretending she couldn't take off her bra by herself, and looked at him expectantly. "Need a hand?" he guessed. She eagerly nodded. He reached behind her and unhooked her bra, so it fell between them, landing straight on his erection. She picked it up, but her hands lingered on his member for a moment, touching it boldly. They slipped under the sheets, and Harry made sure to be as close to Daphne as possible, while Tracey embraced him from behind, and it didn't take them long to fall asleep too.

Opening his eyes, Harry looked around as the sun filled the room. He had gotten used to waking up feeling refreshed, and the nights when he could barely sleep faded away along with the rest of his poor health and miserable memories. There was nothing to fear or worry about. He had only good things to look forward to in his new life, all thanks to Daphne, who gave him the push to take this path.

He hugged her, and as usual, his cock rested between her thighs. He caressed the curve of her thigh, and her skin was as smooth as a nectarine. She slept and still looked somewhat pale, and he didn't believe her condition had improved, even though he hoped it had.

Harry felt Tracey's hand on his hip. She stroked his thigh as her breath became more noticeable. "Did you wake up before me?" he asked. "Good morning, and yes, I woke up first."

"I see," Harry said, rubbing his eyes. He lay on his side, and his morning wood pointed straight at Daphne. Although he definitely wasn't in the mood to do anything if she wasn't feeling well. "You should know about our tradition of checking Onlyfans together in the morning, but we'll wait until she wakes up."

"I know... That's probably why I woke up so early—I'm excited. I really hope they didn't say anything mean," Harry said. He twisted his neck to see her. Her chestnut hair spread across the sheets, and her emerald eyes sparkled. Unlike him, she looked fully awake.

"After all, it's the internet," Harry told her. "There are a bunch of jerks... but I'd be surprised if they found anything to nitpick about."

"Are you sure?" she said.

"I am," Harry replied. "You give great head, and your massage was a divine act."

She laid her hand on her chest and blushed. "Thank you... It means a lot to me. It's like a new chapter in my life. To have fun with you instead of going to a job where I don't feel comfortable."

"That was the first thing I told myself after the first day of work with Daphne," Harry said, reminiscing about those youthful days. "It was my first taste of freedom. It's still boring paperwork to be done, and tax matters give me a headache, but it's not as bad as before. We still have a to-do list, but you prefer having sex with your girl rather than trying to solve some boring code."

"I always wondered how to build a website," she said, and Harry caught her interest.

"Maybe one day we'll create one to sell goods on the side," Harry said, shrugging. "After all, we might need it, and then I can show you."

"Good morning," Harry heard Daphne say with a tired voice.

He already knew she wasn't feeling better, but he turned to her just in case. "How are you?"

"Shit," she said, and Harry heard her sore throat and stuffy nose. "I feel really sick."

"Do you need something?" Harry asked her, ready to run across Orange County just for her.

"Some tissues would be nice," she said and coughed a few times into her elbow. The cough was rough, as if it came from deep within her chest. It was the kind of cough that was unpleasant to listen to, but Harry didn't find it unpleasant because it came from someone he cared about deeply, and he could bear it. He jumped out of bed and let Tracey take his place because she was also worried about her friend.

He found tissues in the kitchen, opened them, and hurried back, handing her one. She blew her nose, and he made sure to place the bin close to her so she could throw the tissues in there. "Thank you," she said.

"Maybe I'll look for some medicine," Tracey said, hugging her from the side and caressing Daphne's hips.

"That would be nice," Daphne said. "Harry, can you bring me some water?"

"Of course," Harry said. He rushed to the fridge, grabbed a bottle of water, and then handed it to Daphne. "Can you open it yourself?"

"I feel really weak," she muttered and preferred to stare at the bedsheet than look him in the eyes.

He propped up a few pillows behind her and helped her sit up. "Thank you... You're strong."

"You're the best gym trainer," Harry said, making her smile, but her smile quickly disappeared. He opened the bottle of water for her, and she drank almost half of it. When she let it leave her lips, she must have forgotten about the cap and almost spilled it on herself. He quickly reached for the bottle and took it before she could make a mess. She was really sick; he noticed and set the bottle aside. "If you find something that makes you feel better," Harry said to Tracey, "we'll all be grateful."

She reached for the phone lying on the bedside table and started googling. He looked at Daphne and ran his fingers through her hair. "Would you feel better if you saw the number of fans?"

She eagerly nodded, and finally, he could see the glow returning to her face. "I hope so."

He brought the laptop, crawled into bed, and sat between them. Tracey put down her phone and also couldn't wait to see what they had achieved, or more precisely, her popsicle. He logged in, and to his amazement, they gained a thousand subscribers in one day. The number took his breath away as he stared at the screen. "Jesus," Daphne muttered, and Harry could tell she wanted to punch the air. He reached for both her hands and helped her, making her laugh. "You know me so well."

Tracey looked dazed and began biting her nails. "What's going on?"

Harry exchanged glances with Daphne and could tell she was internally rolling her eyes. "They love you," Daphne said, trying to muster as much strength as possible to raise her voice.

"Really?"

He opened the comments and read them aloud to her. "What a sensual and curvy woman. Hypnotizing hair. Even two girls wouldn't be enough for this cock..." He chuckled, as they probably foresaw where it was heading. He also checked Pornhub, and the video was trending there too, which might explain why their fan count increased.

"Wow," Tracey said. "I can't believe they like me... I can't believe I was so insecure."

"You don't have to be anymore."

"But I've never done anything like this, so you can't judge me, but still, it's encouraging." They exchanged glances and kissed on the lips. They were so red, full, and sweeter than fruits. Harry recalled how they wrapped around his cock, sliding up and down until he came all over her beautiful face.