A pounding, but not the fun kind

You roll to the side, withdrawing you soft cock from her warm embrace, and lay down on the waterbed next to her. Your cum leaking from her tight hole as you both relax into each other. "God damn, why couldn't we do that earlier? Jeez, if you weren't so dense..." Sam playfully pouts.

"Me?" You exclaim dramatically and shift to face her. "If you hadn't been such a baby and told me how you felt we could've been doing this." She faces you back, a smile filling both of your faces as you lean in to kiss.

A hammering at the front door stops you in your tracks. "Aww. Fucking cock-blockers." Sam complains.

"I think that's people." You say while grabbing your pants. "The infected wouldn't knock on a door right?" You step into the hall with only your pants on and pull the door to the apartment mostly closed. You can hear muffled voices from the other side.

"There. Look it says that they're in there. Quickly ring it." The voice is muffled but sounds familiar. You quickly shift the chair from the door and unlock it, three figures burst through suddenly.

Two of the figures makes your heart drop. Charlie and his friend. The third makes it flutter. She wraps her arms tightly around your bare chest, her large handful sized breast pressing against you being only covered by a thin shirt. Her glossy chestnut brown hair half covers your face which you smell her scent from. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Heather repeats while hugging you tightly.

"Ah so you are here roomie. Thought it- Wait why are you half dressed?" Charlie asks with a frown. Heather takes a step back and eyes over your toned body with hazel coloured eyes and bites her bottom lip slightly, stopping once she realises she's doing it.

"Well I thought about leaving you guys outside while I got changed but..." You shrug your shoulders.

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever." Charlie dismisses you. "So babe. What do you say about me and you taking our minds of this shit for a while? Just the two of us." He eyes the curves of Heather from behind with a lecherous glare.

"After you ran away like a fucking pansy. Pfft. Sure." She scoffs sarcastically. She steps up to you and wraps her arm around your arm, pressing her concealed tits against it. "I'd rather have this hot guy with me than you any time." You cheeks glow at the sudden and unexpected compliment.

Then the apartment door opens.