The doorknob turns. You freeze!

"BUSTED! Turn off the por..." Tyler's stops dead in his tracks. He's looking you up and down. He smiles and walks over like it's nothing. "Sorry, hun, I was looking for Alex. Girlfriend or something?"

You're still panting. You were so close. You slide your wet fingers out and sit up a bit so that you're leaning on your elbows. It's hard to grasp the whole situation. The guy you were just imagining is standing in front of you. You can hardly look him in the face, but every time you look away it's to his crotch. You're pretty sure that's no better.

"Cold?" he asks. He hands you one of the blankets you had kicked off while fingering yourself.

You suddenly feel completely exposed. You're not sure how to act. None of this is normal! You snatch the blanket out of his hand and try to speak, but all you manage is a stutter.

"He -ey... I um... oh ..."