Clean up

After a few minutes to catch his breath, Ethan eventually sits up, confirming he did indeed lay in jizz. Ashley, after laughing about it, wipes him off with a damp cloth, before disappearing for a few minutes.

In her absence, Ethan gets dressed, feeling like round two might not be in the cards. Looking at her sheets, he really hopes she has on-site laundry.

A moment later Ashley returns to the room, still quite naked, but looking slightly damp. Ethan imagines she intended to just give herself a whores bath, but went a little overboard. Looking at her tits while she’s standing up is quite the sight, and Ethan can’t figure out how he didn't notice the endowments sooner. Including the one down below. Soft now, Ashley’s prick seems slightly smaller than Ethan would have figured given its true size. Guess she’s a grower not a shower.

“That was great,” Ashley sighs, scooping her tank top off the ground. “I haven't cum like that in forever.”

Ethan thinks back to her triple orgasms. “Do… All dick girls cum like that?”

Ashley offers a small shrug. “Wouldn’t know. Never been with one. I do at least, but not always.”

{if Layla Sex =true}Ethan thinks back to his time with Layla. She only came one time, but the volume of her orgasm was in a league of its own. Maybe there’s a difference?{endif}“Hm… How is it you’ve never been with another girl like you?”

“If I’m being honest,” she pulls her shirt on, robbing Ethan of half his view, “Just haven’t happened to connect with one. We’re common here, but it’s not like half the girls in town are swinging. By the way,” she scoops up her skirt, waving it towards Ethan. “Skirts and dresses are a surefire way to spot one. It’s sort of like an informal uniform.”

“Noted.” Ethan logs that information. It really could be useful.

Tossing the skirt into a pile of laundry, Ashley instead retrieved a pair of pajama pants, pulling them on and taking away the other thing Ethan had to look at. “Anyways, you need to go.

“Ah…” Ethan remembered they were on a time limit, with Charlie due home soon. “Right, your sister…” While he isn't sure how she’d take walking in on her sister and her childhood friend, he doesn't imagine it would be peaceful.

“Ethan,” Ashley sits on the edge of her bed, giving him a thoughtful expression. “Can I give you a piece of advice?”

“Uh, sure?”

“When you look at me, I know you see a shadow of her, and for some reason thinking of her makes you kinda...” Ashley sighs, scratching her temple. “You’re so caught up in the past, you’ve barely noticed what was right in front of you. My sister isn’t ten anymore, and she isn't about to make you eat worms. Next time you see her, just try and let it go. Okay?”

Ethan pretends to have no idea what she’s talking about privately, but still says the word. “Okay.”

“Great, now beat it.” Ashley smiles. “Or she might rethink her position on worms.”

With a quick goodbye, Ethan fast walks out of the apartment, hoping he doesn't run into Charlie on his way out. A small part of his brain tries to parse Ashley’s advice, but it’s on a backburner.

Most of his walk home is focused on recalling Ashley’s very vocal cries, wondering if Charlie makes the sa-

Yes, Ashley’s very vocal cries.