Move the get together to your place

The polite thing to do would be to let your host know that you’re taking off, but she is currently indisposed at the moment. You don’t want to be rude and interrupt whatever she and Olivia are up to in her room. You tilt your head towards that direction and perk your ear. Although you can’t make it out clearly, they are definitely making sounds in there.

“We probably shouldn’t interrupt whatever Sabrina and Olivia, just to let them know we’re leaving,” you tell the others.

“Yeah, let them have their fun,” Skylar agrees.

“How about cleaning up?” Chelsea asks, grabbing a pill from her purse and popping it into her mouth. Her pussy is still wet with your cum.

“You can shower at my place!” Skylar invites her friend before turning to you. “You wanna come too, John? We can keep the party going over there!”

You look over at your phone, now filled with new material to edit through. “I would, but I have a lot of work to do now," you reply.

"Ah, that stuff can wait!" Skylar replies, brushing it off with her hand. "It’s Friday night! No more thinking about work until you wake up in a haze Saturday morning! I’ll bring out the drinks, we’ll pop in some tunes, maybe do some live streaming!"

“Wait, isn’t Trish having people over at your place, Sky?” Chelsea reminds her.

“Oh shit! That’s right!” Skylar slaps her head. She checks the time. “They’re probably still there if they didn’t go out. Now I have no place to go…”

"I guess you guys could come over to my place,” you suggest. You wouldn’t mind spending more quality time with the two. “I have a shower there and drinks."

“Whooo!” Skylar cheers, raising her arms and shimmying her tits. “John to the rescue!” Chelsea joins in, shaking her boobies in tandem. It helps to make you think you made the right decision.

Everyone gets up and dresses, making sure to clean up behind you as best as you can. Even if you can’t say your goodbyes to Sabrina and Olivia, you can at least leave the place in a better condition than they left it. By the time you head out, the trash is binned, the dishes are drying on the rack and the furniture has been wiped down. Locking the door behind you, you take the ladies in your car to drive Skylar home.

Your apartment isn't very far from Sabrina's. It's a ten minute drive with no traffic and at this late hour there is barely a car on the streets. You let the window down to feel the cool summer breeze as you sail down the throughway towards your place. In the passenger seat is Skylar with Chelsea in the back, making you like a straight up pimp with these two attractive women riding with you.

There’s not much conversation as you make your way up to your room. You all conjecture on what the others are up to right about now. You all guess that Sabrina and Liv are still going at it, not even noticing that you all left. There’s a small debate on whether or not Emma leaves her room for the rest of the night.

“I’ve got first dibs at the shower!” Chelsea calls, just before entering your apartment.

“Bah! Fine!” Skylar relents.

“I’ll grab you some towels,” you tell them, quickly trying to remember if you actually have spare towels to give. You manage to find a couple in the closet, along with a fresh bar of soap.

“What do you have to drink?” Skylar asks, heading to your kitchen to dig around.

“Uh… Liquor is on the top shelf,” you inform her, after passing off the shower supplies to Chelsea. You head back to your living area as the hiss of the shower turns on. Plopping yourself on your couch, you check your phone, letting Skylar dig around for herself to find drinks.

As you look through your messages, you notice that your camera app is still running. You sit up as you realize you left the camera in Sabrina's room! Is she still in there with Olivia?

“How about some rum?” she suggests cheerfully, poking her head out holding the bottle. “I can mix it with some Coke if you want!”

“Sure… yeah… Sounds good!” you agree, not really paying attention. “I have soda in the fridge! Cups are in…”

“Found it!” she calls out.

Your attention returns to your phone. Curiosity is nagging at you as you stare at the camera app. Do you really want to spy on Sabrina like this? They could still be in the middle of passionate lesbian sex, deep in the throes of erotic pleasure, oblivious that it is being recorded away on your device. The more you think about it, the more tempting it is to look.

Odds are that they’re probably done by now, but then you’d be peeping in on Sabrina sleeping or something, which would be even more creepy. You put the phone down and stare at it, debating on what to do.