Finding Heather

Zach closed his eyes for a moment, his mind filling with images of Heathers' breasts straining against the fabric of her bra. Instinctively his hand wandered to his lap finding his now erect cock straining hard against his boxers.

Standing up he felt his dick working almost like a divining rod, slowly drawing him to the bathroom door. "Heather..." he began, but stopped himself short as he noticed the door very slightly ajar.

Had Heather now left the door open as an invitation for him, or was this more of her teasing?