Joe had taken her place on the couch, still buck naked and not bothering to cover himself as he flipped through channels on their huge flatscreen. By this point Taylor had become somewhat numb to the shock of seeing causal nudity and so didn't bat an eye when she saw him. He glanced over at her as she came into the room.
"There you are," he said, immediately getting to his feet. His cock swayed in front of him and Taylor resisted to urge to gawk at it dangling in the open air. "I was wondering what had happened. Are you all right? You looked--I dunno, stunned? Horrified? Sick? Maybe some combination of those? Selena and I were getting worried about you."
"I--I'm fine," Tayloe replied, forcing what she hoped was a small, reassuring smile on her face. A mental breakdown, she decided. Joe must have suffered some kind of injury, or be having some kind of episode. He doesn't know what's happening--
"Where did Selena go?" she asked, suddenly aware of her best friend's absence.
"She had to get going, said she was running late for her porn video shoot. She said she'll check in with you later, though." Joe came over to her, placing a gentle hand on her bare shoulder, Out of the corner of her eye Taylor could see his cock started to harden once more, though Joe's expression and voice was 100% concern. "Babe, are you sure you're okay?"
"I'm fine, really." Did he just say porn video shoot? Taylor looked around, spotting the remote. "Let me catch up on the news really quick? I just really need to see something." Without waiting for a response. She grabbed the remote and changed the television over to the city news channel.
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