![]() I close the door so hard it slams shut, sprinting down the two flights of stairs to the ground. ![]() "Later, dude!" I call back without answering his question or looking at his face. "You don't want to shower or clean up at all before you go?" he asks. Our eyes meet for a fleeting second as I press my feet into my shoes. Mike appears in the hallway, still nude himself, glancing at me uncertainly. My naked ass flees to the living room where I'd stripped off all my clothes, urgently pulling everything back on in the entryway. He eyes me suspiciously like he understands exactly what's happening in my brain. "How long have we been here? They're expecting me back at that party!" "Fuck, bro!" I mumble, trying to formulate an excuse. After ten minutes of lying there with him like a satisfied whore, I abruptly bolt up from his bed. ![]() I can't believe I fucking said any of that shit. I'll likely end this story here, but expect some similar themes from me in future works. I wasn't originally planning to write a second chapter, but I decided to let my imagination run wild after reading all your comments. Author's Note: Avoid this story if references to smoking cigarettes and doing drugs will offend you.
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