Going home with a head full of questions

Waking from a fitful slumber, Oliver rose in the midafternoon. Realizing he still had the remnants of Simon’s cum engrained into his body, he scrubbed himself clean in the shower. He noticed the dildo from the day before was placed prominently on the wall still. Alex was far too passive, or perhaps embarrassed to have moved it, it was surely a tantalizing reminder of Tori’s promised encore.

After drying and throwing on some comfortable clothes, Oliver saw the words “Out! Fam in town- home in two days” written on the dry erase board hanging on Alex’s door. That was a shame, as Oliver could really have used the comforting advice of his best friend. A thin trickle of heady smoke seeped out from the base of Tori’s door however, and Oliver, mustering his courage, knocked.

“Come in!” Tori shouted, not seeing the need to let Oliver in herself. Oliver stepped into a hazy cloud of weed smoke, Tori’s open window barely helping to prevent the buildup. Sprawled across the green armchair next to her bed, Tori’s feet dangled off the edge, lazily swinging back and forth. Tori was dressed in only a sports bra and panties, the nipple piercing poking up through the thin fabric covering her chest. Tori took another puff of her spliff and held it out to share. Pinching the resiny butt, Oliver took a long drag before sitting on the edge of Tori’s bed.