The Clean Up

Miranda and I helped Sarah move around some furniture, getting it out of the way so she could clean everything up. The fucking was done, but we worked naked, comfortable and sweating still from our exertions. Sarah, the minx, actually got handsy with both me and Miranda, but we were fucked out.

Nicole was the first of the wiped-out nerds to get up, and I made sure to help her to her feet. She hugged me again, planting her head on my chest as I wrapped my arms around her naked body and enjoyed her tits pressing against me. We didn’t say anything, but the hug lasted for a minute.

“Alright, boys,” Sarah finally said, clapping her hands. “This party is over. Get up, get your clothes, and get out. You don’t have to go home, but you can’t stay here. I’m sure your mommies and daddies are probably worried since it’s past 2am on a school night.”

“Oh, fuck,” Matt groaned, opening his eyes and standing up quickly. “Is it seriously that late?”

“Hey man, orgies,” I shrugged.

“Alright, Tom - you get out of here too. Ladies, I’ll make sure you get cleaned up and I’ll drive you home,” Sarah said. “I’ll even apologize to your parents if they are waiting up.”

“Hold on,” Nicole said. “I want a picture. Just one. Matt, come use my phone.”

And Nicole wrapped her arm around my waist, Miranda wrapped her arm across my back to my shoulder and held me on the other side, and Sarah pressed against her, leaning in and kissing her friend on the cheek. Matt took the picture, shaking his head. All three had the wild hair, smeared makeup, and flushed bodies of the recently well-fucked. Nicole still had juices leaking from her thighs. Miranda had my hickey on the inside cleavage of her tit.

“Can I have a copy?” Matt asked.

‘Why, you want a pic of my soft cock?” I asked him.

“Uh, no, I- Uh,” he stammered.

“No, you can’t,” Nicole said, taking her phone from him. “There’s no way I’m letting any guy get a naked photo of me.”

I smirked, knowing I already had one.

“OK, photo op over,” Sarah said. “I was serious, boys out! Ladies, we’re hitting the shower. And Nicole, you’re helping me steam clean the couch and the rug, you messy bitch.”

Soon John, who had to get woken up, Matt and I were dressed and out on the front step of the house, and Sarah closed the door behind us.

“Well, fella’s, that was a pretty good Thursday night,” I said and nodded to them in turn. “Matt. John.”

“Tom,” muttered John.

“Yeah,” Matt nodded, clearly still in a bit of a daze.

“You might want to do the driving, John,” I said. “Night, cucks!”

And I strolled down the street, whistling as I headed to my car.

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