Heading home

Liz checks that the coast is clear. If anyone was upstairs, it looks like they're gone now. You speed outside, forgetting to say goodbye to Emily in your rush. It's kind of a shitty move, but your mind is too preoccupied by the events of the last few hours to really dwell on it.

So, you're going to fuck Emily's dad. You already fucked her mom. Hell, Liz was the one that asked you to sleep with her husband. Liz is gorgeous, and you've always figured she got lots of male attention, but you never knew she was actually sleeping around. Not to mention you never would have guessed that she would be willing to have another, younger woman go to bed with Mr. Fowler.

You take the bus to Kiera's apartment and pick up the vodka. You leave quickly, totally forgetting to come out of the closet to her. Well, it isn't the end of the world. You'll have plenty of opportunities to tell her about your newfound attractions to women.

After your sister's, you arrive home. All of your roommates are out, leaving a note on the kitchen table explaining their various reasons. You don't mind, it gives you the night to think and to rest.

The next step is a long, hot shower. You turn the tap to the hottest setting and let it wash over your skin. You lie back in the bathtub and let the water crash down on you like little rocks bouncing off your chest. A hand finds its way in between your legs, and you rub little circles on your clit, moaning into the thundering sound of the water. You imagine that it's Liz's hands between your legs, and then Mr. Fowler's, trying to come to terms with the idea that it could actually be happening soon.

The hot water slowly runs out and you hop out of the shower, drying yourself off with a towel that you wrap around your chest. You climb the stairs to your bedroom and fall asleep quickly.