Everything's changed

Some time later, I was lying in bed yet again. Monica and I still hadn't talked about what had happened on that Friday night. After we both had passed out from the **** pleasure, we slept for the night. When I woke up, Monica had went back to her room and took a shower.

And after she came out, suddenly Juliet came home and started talking to us. And then Monica went home for the rest of the weekend. Something about spending time with her sister.

Despite the fact that my pussy was not incredibly satisfied, I felt the need to talk about what happened. You can't just fuck your roommate, have passionate, incredible sex, and then leave. There's a discussion to be had.

Not to mention, the specter of my libido was returning, and suddenly I was super horny again. Considering how amazing the last sexual encounter I had was, I kept thinking about Monica. Thinking about her touch, and her scent, and her voice when she moaned. She was so erotic. She was so sexy. The sex with her was so much better than it was with Lily.

Ugh! This was so frustrating. I just wanted to fuck her brains out again. Why was this so hard?

Just as I was complaining, there was a knock on my door.