Pretty fast, as it turns out.

If you'd learned anything about Alex over this long, strange weekend, it was that he could move Heaven and Earth itself in order to get what he wanted when he was horny. Really, it was quite impressive when he left that morning after such a thorough fucking, ready to put together an entire day packed with interesting sexual encounters. The spark in his eyes was visible, and incredibly hot.

This, however, left you to yourself for several hours. Cleaning up after the waffle debacle proved to be a challenge, but that might have been because your mind wasn't entirely into it, instead walking a strange line between reliving Alex taking you with such primal ****, and the thought of returning to your previous life...

That scared you. You didn't know why, but in just two short days, you'd gone from being entirely terrified by the idea of being a woman, to being entirely apprehensive at the idea of going back to being a guy. Logically, you knew that it was best for everyone involved, and you were certain that, if your family were home, they'd be worried sick about you, but... you weren't sure you could live with the memories of this entire weekend without being able to re-experience it.

Those thought eventually left your mind, however, as you made your way upstairs in order to get a shower, where your brain silently drifted back to Alex's thorough fucking... your hands weren't able to not explore yourself as you remembered it. The initiative he had taken, the husky sound of his voice as he **** your enjoyment of the night before out of you... the thought was intoxicating enough that it brought an orgasm to you, forcing you up against the shower wall. It wasn't anywhere near as powerful as had been at any point while with Alex, or even the night before, but it was certainly the first time you had managed to have an anywhere near decent orgasm by yourself... and all of it was entirely fueled by that one encounter, that morning.

That shower, and everything involved with it, was enough to steady your nerves and prepare you, in some small way, for the day ahead. Within two hours, you were able to find something somewhat sexy (a rather short red dress, the only 'fancy' thing you'd asked Alex to buy for you), and make your way downstairs.

Within fifteen minutes of that, you heard a knock on the door. Expecting it to be Alex, you make your way to the door, adjusting your dress as best you can. Something made you nervous about this entire encounter, but that nervousness left you in a constant state of excitement. The passing thoughts of having Greg and Alex inside of you were entirely overwhelming.

With a deep breath, you open the door... only to find that it's Sasha on the other side.

To your surprise, she was dressed entirely different than she had been the day before. Then, she'd been specifically made out to look... well, 'sexually attractive' was the nice way to put it. It had been enough to set off the jealousy in your gullet upon first eye contact.

But, now, she was very under-dressed. She wore a beanie that seemed to hide her hair, which was seemingly tied up into a bun. Beyond that, she had a pair of simple, tight jeans on, with a small, definitely not fashionable tear in the knee, and a simple black t-shirt that was a bit too small for her bust.

Her behavior was a bit... off, as well. Her eyes only made contact for a moment and they were quick, surprised, and explorative. Once her eyes reached the bottom of your dress, she quickly averted her gaze, her hands falling to the strap of her backpack. "Sorry! I... I didn't expect you to be home."

"I can't say I expected you to be here so fast, either." You reply, your voice slightly defensive. You were very off-put by the image in front of you, as she had never looked like this in school, but there was still that hint of jealousy and accusatory nature in your voice. You really didn't want to act in that way, not with how she looked here and the curiosity that surrounded it, but something in your gullet just screamed for you to be off-put and jealous of her.

"Oh! She said, replying in a sudden show of realization. "You didn't hear from Alex, did you?" Quickly, she pulled her backpack down, and started unzipping a side compartment. "Alex had to go and pick up Greg from a game, one that's about an hour away. So, we're on our own for a bit..." Her voice trailed off as she grabbed a hold of something inside the bag, then quickly averted her gaze to look around for anyone in the area. After a moment, she was seemingly satisfied, and slowly pulled a bottle of Jägermeister. "...uh, this is a peace offering?" She said in a questioning manner, looking up into your eyes for the first time, with a wide grin.