No, push him off

He feels so very hard, and the angle he has you at means that it is pressing right where your wet, horny little pussy is hidden beneath the crotch of your panties. You have to grab the edge of the tub to keep from falling. You think to yourself how much you love your boyfriend, how much this would kill him, but also just how much your body wants it.

It takes incredible effort, but ultimately you bring yourself back to reality long enough and stomp on his foot, turn around as he screams in pain, and push him away. "I never knew what a scumbag you were, Jack. And to think, I was feeling sorry for you. Whatever you were fighting with Stacy about, you probably deserved it."

"Oh c'mon!" He called out after you as you gathered your miniskirt, red bra, and top, quickly getting dressed. "Look, John, let's just forget all about this, okay? I was just joking!"

"Joking? Yeah, right. No, you are on your own. I'm going to go find Stacy but not with you." And with that, you march out of the bathroom and slam the door behind you. You quickly go down and rejoin the party before he can even open the door to see what direction you went.

The music was loud and a little disorienting after your bathroom encounter. You looked around to see if you could spot Stacy, but she did not seem to be anywhere. Now you had to decide if you really were going to go looking for her or just get back to the business of trying to get your mind off sex.