The next morning

Sun hitting your face makes you wince a little and you stretch a little before turning over. You turn over and your arm lands on someone. You crack an eye open and see Randy laying there, barely covered by his comforter. Memories of the night before return at the same time the stench of sex that fills the room hits you.

Despite how much you don't really like Randy, you can't deny that your body loves his dick at least twice as much. Your eyes scan downward and you see that he's hard, his dick tenting his comforter. You bite your lip and reach down, tugging the bedding aside and exposing his member to the air. You drink in the site of it, wondering why it's so appealing to you now when you hadn't been attracted to them at all before. Or, maybe, wondering why you hadn't realized how amazing dicks could be then...

You consider your options now. You could leave, probably. Sneak out while Randy is asleep. On the other hand... he had said his parents would be gone all weekend. After days of being disappointed in self exploration, a whole weekend of fucking sounded amazing.