Again, you hide

Your heart, still racing from your mind-blowing ejaculation, practically explodes in your chest when you hear the girl in the next room question the source of your loud cry.

You immediately reach for the nightstand by the king-size bed and grab a fistful of tissues from the cardboard box. Frantically, you swab at the globs of jism splattered over your hairless chest and flat belly, trying to gather the evidence of your arousal up.

The taxed tissues are soaked, you toss them to the carpet and grab anopther fistful, maniacally wiping up the last gooey dregs of semen from your heaving chest.

"Rachel! Where do you think you're going?" you hear Richard ask his bedmate. Hurried footsteps and slammed doors follow. Your eyes widen. She can't find you like this!

You take the quickest course of action you can, dropping to the carpet on the side of the bed away from the hallway door.

"I thought you said we were alone!" the girl growls from just outside his parents' bedroom door.

"It's not like that, Rach!" Richard desperately pleads.

You hear the doorknob click and can tell the door has swung open. You shiver in your hiding place, clad only in the repositioned panties.