You don't have much choice, really...

There weren't many options actually available to you here, so you found yourself following your friend up the pathway to his home. It seemed a little odd now, but despite years of friendship, you were aware you'd only been to his house maybe twice and even then you'd never actually been up to his room. Yet here you were, trudging up the stairs to his bedroom with him leading the way. To say it made you nervous was an understatement. Sure, he'd said that nothing funny was going to happen and that he wanted to help you get back to normal but not twenty minutes ago he was bucking into you bareback. Even worse you were REALLY enjoying it. The thought of being lead to his room made you nervous and... well, a bit excited.

Along the way it came to your attention that the house was empty save for the two of you. "Where's everyone at?" you asked, hoping that perhaps that if someone else were around it might dissuade him from trying to get frisky.

"Come on dude, you know dad is always gone on trips." That was true. Alex's dad was some hot shot accountant that brought in my money than he knew how to spend but was almost ALWAYS away on business. Alex used to count himself lucky if he saw his old man more than once every two months. Meanwhile his mom had left ages ago for reasons unknown. It basically meant that Alex had the freedom and privilege to live essentially by himself for the past few years. It made you envy him for the freedom but also made you pity him a little. It must get lonely...

"And uh, why are we going to your bedroom exactly?"

"Well you don't wanna wear that for the next two days do you?" he replied, gesturing at your still half soaked clothing that was only barely hanging onto your body. You'd actually forgotten how poorly you were dressed for your situation. "I think i've got some clothes stashed away in my room. Stuff some of my ex-girlfriends had left behind."

Ah. Right. Alex went through girls like a kid goes through candy bars. So much for being lonely. Ugh, and now you were another notch on his bedpost. Certainly did a lot to explain how easily he brought you to climax. The made you feel completely disgusted but also a little bit... jealous. It would have been a little bit nice to have lost your virginity together.

Wait. What? No. No no. Fuck, stop thinking like that.

Just as you were shaking yourself out of that entire train of thought Alex was busily rummaging through his closet, occasionally inspecting an article of clothing, glancing back at you, then shaking his head and tossing it aside. You could also hear a soft muttering regarding sizes and style. All the while you sat awkwardly on his bed. Jeeze, how many girls HAD he fucked? And right here on the spot you were sitting? Once more you shook your head to drive away the train of thought. Not just because you didn't want to imagine your friend buck naked and nuts deep in one of your school mates, but because the more your mind lingered on it the more you felt your new pussy shiver.

"Ok, so, I think I found some stuff that will probably fit you." Alex spoke up after a while. "I'm not sure how you're gonna feel about some of it, but these are the best options we've got."