Movie Night at Erika's 6 - Cleanup

The good news: Erika did not enter the living room. So IF she was asleep all this time she might not have registered you and Zoey fucking on her couch. If she wasn't... well, there's not really much of a chance she didn't hear you. Well, you might find out soon because you're... kinda finished. Like, with everything. You and Zoey cleaned yourselves and even did the best you could against spots of bodily fluids on the sofa. No one's remotely interested in continuing the movie and it's kinda getting late too. You're fully dressed while Zoey... well, her clothes are still in Erika's room. So either to say your goodbyes or simply just to fetch Zoey's stuff, you do have to go in there at some point. You really hope she's asleep.

Very tentatively you open the door to her bedroom and you find the light inside is on. To your relief, however, Erika seems fast a- oh shit, she's naked. Well, who would've fucking thought, Ronya - of course she's naked! The girl just had her back blown out. Still, it feels really weird to see her like this - butt naked on her side, her brown locks hide half her face while her lack of clothes doesn't hide anything else. You've literally been with her in enough changing rooms back in your school days but that was a long while ago and even then, Erika rarely ever stripped down fully. She's slender, sort of athletic - that you knew. But she really does have more boob than you'd have given her credit for. Almost as big as yours, you'd say, probably bordering on Cs. And really cute pink- wait wait wait, no. Stop that. No.

You find Zoey's clothes partly flung onto Erika's desk chair, partly lying next to it on the ground. They must've been in quite a hurry in here. You normally love details of environmental storytelling, but you're really not sure about this one. Regardless, you try your best to be quiet, collect everything and then retreat. But as you go to leave the room, you take a look back at her. You really shouldn't just vanish without a word, especially given the context.

"E-Erika. Hey." you whisper as you close in on her bed. She doesn't even stir. Still, you walk up to her and sit down on the edge of her bed. You involuntarily notice a couple of things up this close: The mattress shows very apparent and very large wet spots and you're very sure those did not come from Zoey. Both her buttcheeks are flushed rosy, but everything else would be a miracle considering the sounds you've heard. What little makeup she wore is completely smudged and several hickeys and bite marks decorate her neck and collarbone. Yeah, with all due respect, this girl is *ran through*. You feel a strange sense of comradery with your best friend's totally blasted state, an odd bond forged through a shared experience.

"Hey, you." you whisper again and give her shoulder a light nudge. That finally elicits something in the form of a tired hum as she stirs from the nap within her post-orgasmic haze. Her body slowly twists and her eyes flutter open to a slit, gradually focusing on you. "R-ronny?" she murmurs.

"Yeah, you okay?" you ask carefully, not yet able to gauge her reaction once the situation dawns on her.

"I'm... oh, I'm peachy..." she breathes out with a small dopey smile and closes her eyes back shut. "I hope... I hope you're okay... cool with... all of this..." Erika manages to get that concern in despite her absolutely spent and still half-asleep state. This makes you smile.

"Yeah, it's fine. We're all fine. Get some rest." you tell her gently and squeeze her arm. "But we're gonna leave now if that's-"

"She's soo good, man..." Erika mumbles with complete disregard of what you just told her. That also prompts a grin from you which you try to suppress.

"Oh, trust me, I know. But we're-"

"Thank you so much..." Erika blurts out with the same sleepy whisper. "I... I needed that..."

"Always, I-"

"What a woman... or futa... whatever..."

"Yes, I-I know, but-"

"Did me reeeal good..."

"Yes, we're lea-"

"Don' ever let her go..."

"Leaving! We're leaving! You're a dork. Bye!" you finally manage to interject through her mumbled sleep-thoughts before you abruptly stand up. Erika keeps rambling her adorations about Zoey into her pillow and doesn't seem to mind that the conversation was kinda one-sided anyway. Wether you like to or not - you'll remember this whole shit for the rest of your days.

You turn off the light in her room before you quietly leave. In the hall you find Zoey in all her nude glory, fruitlessly trying to get Ulisses' affection. He continues to snub her. "How'd it go?" she asks upon spotting you.

"Good. Good." you answer and hand her her clothes. "The girl is in an endless loop of sleep-talk fangirling over you, so I'd say she's fine." you smirk and step into your sneakers.

Zoey lets out a hearty chuckle as she shimmies into her boxer briefs, cramming her unreasonably large package into them. "Hah, yeah, that checks out. She always did that. And this time wasn't even anal."

"Woah! TMI!" you protest.

"What? I told you how much she likes that." she says with a shrug. You look at her in bewilderment. "The whole plugged ass story and shit?" she adds, noticing your look.

"Huh? No, that was someone else. This Esther gir-" you start to argue but then it dawns on you - a single sentence Zoey had said when she told you that story: *Let's call her Esther*. "Ewww! What?? Ew! No! That was-?? Ahh!" you grimace and shove her shoulder.

"Oh right, I used a fake name, haha." Zoey now remembers.

"Oh my god, fuck youuuu!"