They make it home with only the slightest issue.

When Emi got back to the apartment, having finally gotten her clothes back after the young couple found them scattered in nearby shrubs, she found Layla butt naked, curled on the floor next to their door, rapidly breathing these sharp, shallow breaths. Emi had 'forgotten' to unlock the door on her way out, and clearly, Layla had been trapped out in the hall for a few minutes by herself. She was worried that maybe her little prank had gone too far as she witnessed her defeated, bronzed friend writhe on the ground. She was planning on consoling her, on kneeling down and cradling the girl in her arms. However, Layla was not curled on the floor bemoaning her circumstances, regretting her very existence, but instead vigorously masturbating. What Emi had mistaken for sobs were little moans of pleasure. Layla was so into it, that she didn't even register where she was, or that Emi was crouched next to her recording the whole thing on her phone.

The rhapsody of sound coming from the bare naked girl, the squelching of her fingers raging in her exposed pussy, and the now loud, breathy moans coming from her throat, played throughout the hall. Her toes were curling, and her tits were bouncing out from under her arms. Emi was surprised no one came out to check on them. She surveyed the halls, making sure there truly was no one in sight, and that they wouldn't be able to see her exposed friend. Once the coast was successfully deemed clear, Emi leaned in and began gently stroking the hair out of her roommate's face. That action seemed to be the last one needed before releasing her friend from lust, because Layla began to tense up, and then spasmed as she squirted out into the hall. She unfurled from her ball-like shape, and lay flat on the floor, panting heavily. With each breath, her chest rose, and her breasts bounced in turn.

After watching/taping her friend have an explosive orgasm right outside their doorway, Emi picked the poor woman up and led her inside. She guided her friend to her bathroom and got to work washing and wiping the paint off her, as she came down from her post-masturbatory high. Before too long, Emi had shed her paint- and grass-stained clothes again and hopped into the shower with Layla to continue the wash.

"Hey girl, you ok?" She inquired as she lathered up her bosom and Layla's own back.

"I-That was- Oh my god, that was intense." Stammered the Latina.

"Hell yeah, it was! You even jilled off right in front of our apartment!" Emi punctuated that by giving Layla a playful slap on the ass, to which the blond Latina yelped and bounced, "You're wild, girl!"

Layla just stood there in silence, rubbing her asscheek, as the water slowly washed away the paint. She was feeling great now that the tension was gone, but there was a thought nagging her.

"So- how long was I up on that pedestal?"

"Oh, like ten minutes," Emi said as she washed shampoo out of her hair.

"So did I-"

"Girl, I got naked in public, and you weren't even up there for half the time promised; you definitely still owe me."

"Oh," Layla replied, a warm excitement starting anew for her.

{END OF PATH}