Go Home

For a moment you consider following her and turning her around into another kiss, showing her that she can't have everything her own way, but you decide that might be the worst possible thing you could do. She's like no woman you've ever met, and you can't predict how she might react, but you fear it wouldn't be good.

With a sigh you turn for home, walking down the dark path to your cottage. The lights are off, and you let yourself in quietly, not sure how light a sleeper your roommate is. You kick your shoes off and walk upstairs to your bedroom, guiding yourself in the darkness with one hand against the wall.

At the landing you think you hear a noise from Mason's room, but after a moment's listening you dismiss it as a snore and enter your room. Quickly undressing, you look at yourself in the mirror, nodding at the lean athletic body you see.

You climb into bed, your mind suddenly full of images and thoughts of Christina. The scent and sound of her, the feel of her skin and the tight wet velvet vise of her pussy.

You have to jerk off to relieve the tension before your body allows you to sleep.