Debbie Finds the Aftermath

Before Johnny could answer Jeannie — or Annie could question how Jeannie had materialized into the bathroom to watch their fuckfest — the door clicked open. Whether Johnny had forgotten to lock it or Jeannie had set them up was unclear, but needless to say the scene was a shock for the young woman in the doorway.

“Oh my god, Annie! Seriously?” Debbie asked incredulously, sliding into the tiny room & shutting the door behind her. As Annie’s roommate, she had overheard more than her fair share of hook-ups, stories of debauchery, & porn played way too loudly, so she had accepted that her friend was prone to fits of public kinkiness.

Still, there’s little one can do to prepare for finding their friend drenched in cum on the floor of a public restroom, and Annie was looking particularly shameful. Her seat on Johnny’s face had kept him low enough to limit his load’s coverage to her legs & feet, but there had been quite a bit of it, & she could feel its warm stickiness sliding down her thighs into her Converse sneakers. There was plenty of evidence of Annie’s orgasm as well, from the wet spot on her discarded pink panties to the flush of her skin to the sweat running down her face. The room smelled overwhelmingly like sex.

“I’m not trying to slut shame, but god, the sounds you were making…” Debbie continued in disbelief. Any relief that Annie was not in danger now quickly shifted to anger that her friend would ask for help studying & then publicly embarrass her like this. “Marissa & I were really worried, & you were in here making a mess with some stranger?”

Johnny, still lightheaded from the mind-wiping orgasm he had just gone through, weakly waved a hand at Debbie.

“Hey, it’s fine. It’s… cool. Yeah.”

He really thought that would come out more eloquently, but his brain was too focused on restoring power to his limbs to find a better retort. It didn’t matter, though: his newfound powers of persuasion took hold & instantly convinced Debbie that it was true. Her frown melted into a sudden acceptance. Sure, why wouldn’t Annie be fucking random guys at the coffee shop? Everybody needs a break from studying sometimes.

Jeannie smirked at how efficiently (if artlessly) Johnny had defused the situation, but was too tempted by the possibility of more mischief with their newest plaything.

“Debbie does make a good point, though. What a mess! Somebody should do something about it,” Jeannie said with a wink to Johnny. Debbie & Annie nodded in agreement, turning to Johnny & waiting for his instructions as though it was the most natural thing in the world. “Or maybe you’re not done making a mess yet?”

Though Johnny’s balls were still aching from his experience with Annie, he couldn’t help but grin at the opportunity. “Great idea, Jeannie, I know just what we should do.”

Who does Johnny choose to clean up the mess — or does he have more cum to give first? How does Debbie fit in to the impromptu orgy? Comments, suggestions, & new chapters appreciated!