Sarah's boyfriend

You quickly throw on a shirt and jump into your shorts. You open the door and are surprised to see Max, Sarah's boyfriend. But even more surprised than you is Max, who didn't expect his friends to be here.

"Sarah?" He stared, dumbfounded. "I thought you helped Jay moving last week. You're here again?"

Ah yes, now you remember. You invited Max over today, you were going to set up the TV and then watch a game together.

"Uh, yeah..I mean, no," you stutter.

Damn, think of something fast. Otherwise, Max will end up thinking Sarah is cheating on him with you.

"No, well we didn't finish last week. I came back today for the rest."

"Oh, I see. Where's Jay?"

Well, right in front of you. But you can't tell him that, of course.

"On his way, he had to go out again and get a few things. Come in."

Better let him in so he can make sure you're not home. Actually, you are. Although, otherwise, you aren't. Never mind, as long as Max doesn't suspect you.

Max went through your apartment once and then came back to you.

"How long do you think Jay will be gone?" he asked you.

"Don't know exactly. Maybe an hour. Maybe two. Could be longer."

"Hmm. Remember the other day in the park?"

Of course you don't.

"Sure. What about it?" you lie.

"Locker room, car, beach, backyard, and park. We've got all of those. Among the things we're still missing is in the house of a friend."

What is he talking about?

"And?" you improvise further.

"Well, shall we do it here?"

Do what, you ask yourself. Man, that your buddy can never speak plainly. The real Sarah would know what he meant. And what is this list of different places? It's best if you just play along, then it'll surely work out somehow.

"Good idea. Uhm. You want to maybe start?"

"Me? The last few times, you've always gone ahead and taken the lead. But okay, have it your way."

Max took you by the hand and walked with you into the bedroom. He closed the door behind you and to your horror opened his pants.

"So slut, here for you" Max said and held his cock in his hand.

He doesn't expect... you can't... fuuuuuuck.