Keep masterbating

I furiously worked my cunt, bringing myself to orgasm three more times before I heard Tyler come home.

"Ana is cool, you'll like her." He said. Oh crap, he brought a friend with him. "She's probably sleeping, I think she has to work this weekend. BUt go ahead and crash on the couch. I'm about to pass out myself."

"Thanks, man." his friend said.

I heard Tyler close his bedroom door. I actually didn't have to work the next day, but I had been hoping for a few more hours alone. But after working myself so many times I actually fell asleep easily.

I woke up only an hour or two later, though. I pulled on my silk robe, remembering Tyler had a friend sleeping on the couch, and slipped out of my room. I had expected his friend to be asleep, but he was actually up watching TV.

"Oh...hey. Sorry, wasn't too loud, was it?"

I shook my head, smiling at him. It was dim, but I could see he was a good looking guy. Tall, blonde, a decent build. He was wearing only boxers, showing off a toned torso and legs...must be one of Tylers work-out buddies. "No, can barely hear it. I'm Ana."

"Steve." He said. He turned back to the TV, and that's when I realized he was actually watching a porno. "Tyler has quite the collection." He muttered.

I laughed, "Tyler doesn't bring home many girls. Rubbing one or two out usually helps him sleep, must work the same with all guys."

Steve shook his head, but if my teasing bothered him he didn't show it because he was still smiling, "How about girls? Flicking the bean make you tired?"

"Sure." I laughed.

"Come watch this with me, then. Maybe afterwards we can both fall asleep."