Movie Date 6 - Show Off

Okay, maybe more cum missed her than expected. While Zoey is busy cleaning herself at the sink, you're being a halfway decent person and wipe her cum off the wall. God dammit, she cums a lot. Hopefully you don't run out of toilet paper.

"Well, this shirt is ruined." you hear Zoey sigh over at the sink.

"Was a questionable choice anyway." you remark, rightfully, and toss another bundle of cum-stained toilet paper into the toilet.

"It's funny, I like it." the muscular tomboy counters. Well, 'Airhead' isn't the worst description for her anyway. At least at times.

"Heh, looking good." you hear her say and when you look over your shoulder, you see her watching you. In your skirt, without functioning underwear, and currently bent over the toilet seat, you must be providing a pretty neat view right now.

"Focus, Zoey." you roll your eyes with a smile before you stand up and close the stall door. "You still got some in your hair. Hurry up before anyone-"

The door to the restroom opens.

"OH my god!" a female voice gasps, having stumbled upon a half-naked Zoey with her halfway flaccid dick hanging out and leftover cum in her hair.

"Sup." greets the futanari, seemingly completely unbothered.

"I-i think you're in the wrong bathroom." the woman stammers.

"I'm not a guy, relax." Zoey answers and by the sounds of the running tap, seems to continue washing herself.

"B-but why-" the woman starts but cuts herself off. "I-i shouldn't ask, sorry."

"It's cool, don't worry." the futa replies, nonchalantly as ever. "I just have a little extra, that's it."

"'A little' is, uh..." the stranger mumbles, quite obviously impressed by what she stumbled upon.

"Or a lot, I guess." Zoey chuckles, continuing her casual conversation.

"I-i'm sorry if this is too forward, but... is that real?" the startled woman asks and oh my god, is this weird. Are you in the start of some kind a porn scene??

"Why wouldn't it?" the futanari laughs.

"It's, like, it's so big." the other girl says, sounding both shocked and amazed.

"I get that sometimes." Zoey audibly grins, turning the tap off. Hold on, she's not actually gonna flirt with that girl while you're right here cleaning HER cum off the wall??

"ALRIGHTY." you announce your presence and step out of the stall. "All clean, we can go."

"Oh nice. Just give her a minute and we can." Zoey answers and gestures down at her still softening cock. The fact that it is still not fully flaccid yet, despite the huge load she just unleashed, is honestly wild. Still, you're pretty sure she could fit it into her pants if she tried. That exhibitionist airhead probably just wants to show off some more. Meanwhile, the newcomer is still standing at the door, staring at the two of you. She's cute. Looks to be in her mid twenties, long, wavy, dark hair, brown eyes, a petite figure.

"I-i'm sorry, I should probably come back later." the brunette mutters, seemingly overwhelmed by the unexpected situation, and despite apparently her best efforts, her eyes continuously dart back down to Zoey's crotch.

"Nahh, it's cool." the tattooed futa waves her off, but what she does next makes your jaw drop. With her whole front facing the girl, she grabs the hem of her shirt and prompty pulls it up to her head, leaving her entire torso on full display. She then dries her hair off with her shirt, but that is 100% bullshit. Her shirt is soaked, it's not gonna dry anything. This bitch is just showing off. Showing off her boobs and these fantastic abs of hers.

The stranger looks absolutely stunned and while you really can't fault her for that, Zoey's audacity is driving you crazy.

"Well, as good as it's gonna get." the muscular futanari shrugs and lets her shirt fall back into place.

"C-cool." the girl mutters and no one really knows why. Meanwhile, Zoey grabs her cap and puts it back on, before she finally stuffs her dick back into her pants.

"Aight, shall we?" she turns to you, a smug grin plastered across her face. You don't bother with a reply and let you glare do the talking instead. You're not even sure why you're mad. You're probably not even actually pissed, but her sheer boldness is messing with your head.

"B-bye then." the girl says, not moving an inch and not taking her eyes off the athletic futanari. You're pretty sure, if you weren't here, she'd probably be the next chick Zoey would take into the stall.

"See ya." the tomboy smirks but surprisingly takes your hand before she leads the way past the stranger and out the restroom. And just like that, about 50% of your attitude just vanished.

"What a cutie." she comments, once the door closes behind the two of you.

"You are something else." you scoff and shake your head.

"And what am I?" she grins and you have a pretty good description for her at the ready.

"A fuckboy." you answer bluntly.

"You know what, fair." Zoey chuckles, apparently not taking the slightest bit of offense. God, you should aspire to be this at peace with yourself.