He follows her.

As soon as he stepped through the (very) dark doorway, a pair of hands grabbed him from the front and slammed him against a wall, knocking what he assumed to be photos to the floor. Then a pair of lips locked onto his. He could smell her.

Zoey.

She broke the kiss.

"Yeah, I wanted a sandwich and I planned on making one, but then I realized that I had a fat stick of salami about to come through my door I wanted to slam down my throat." She said against his chest, licking his neck. His hands instinctively went to her ass.

"Aren't you feisty?"

"I like your girlfriend." She said in the dark. He heard her get on her knees and felt the button on his pants come loose. "She seems sweet."

A twinge of guilt hit him. "Thanks."

"Pretty face, cute boobs, great legs...and did you see that ass?" He felt her flop his member out of his pants and hold it in her hands. He noticed how warm her hands were.

"Yep."

"There's only one thing I really don't like about your girlfriend."

He raised an eyebrow -- but quickly remembered she couldn't see him. "What is that?"

He felt his knees buckle as he felt Zoey put her lips around his tip, licking and swashing all over him. She pulled his cock out of her mouth with a very audible 'Pop!' noise. "She doesn't suck this cock like she should be doing." And then down she went again, licking a suckling on his top like it was her favorite lollipop.

His hands instinctively went to hold her head. "Oh my fuck, Zoe," He said, using one hand to grip her hair and the other flailing around in the dark, trying to find something to grab onto. "Don't you think it'd be polite to warn others before you try blowing their mind like that?"

She made the same 'Pop!' noise again as she pulled it out of her mouth. This time, she let it rest on her cheek as she spoke. "I cannot control myself. I don't know what it is, but meeting your girlfriend made me so wet I absolutely cannot bear it. I can feel myself soaking through my pajama pants."

"Meeting her made you that wet?"

"No. Something about her. It frustrates me. I can't put my finger on it, but it frustrates me. How could you be that pretty, that cute, and yet..." She gave his cock another lick.

"I don't get it, Tyler. It just turns me on. Meeting her has made me the wettest I have ever been. Maybe it was you touching and fondling me before I met the girl you love -- maybe I'm just a bad person. But be grateful for me being weird; I want you to do everything to me."

"Everything?"

Five words. Five words, and the guilt about Kaitlyn faded away.

"Make me your fucking slut."