Another Delivery (FWB Route)

Adrian swung her legs off the bed and stood up with a start before immediately crashing back down. “God my legs are like jelly,” Adrian muttered, her head still slightly spinning from her first female orgasm.

Steadying herself again, Adrian tried to stand a second time with a bit more success. The smell of her own sex swirling around the room.

“Smells like friggin’ Tijuana in here,” she quipped to herself, recalling an old joke from a sitcom she loved. As she tried to clean up and make it look like she hadn’t rushed to her room to jill-off like a maniac, Adrian realized she wasn’t prepared for the week.

‘None of my clothes are going to work and these—‘ she thought while palming her boobs, ‘are already starting to hurt my back.’

Cole! He did agree to cover everything this week, I can guilt him into buying me some clothing, Adrian thought as she rummaged around her room for a loose shirt, another pair of now ill fitting boxers and some old drawstring jogger pants.

Trying to straighten her hair in the mirror, it dawned on Adrian that she also didn’t have anything in terms of self care, no make up or brushes or even a left over hair tie from an ex.

‘Este cabrón! Fucker really knows how to sandbag a vacation,’ Adrian thought bitterly, ‘fuck it, he did this and Cole has to make it right.’