Wait

Not really feeling like going back and starting from square one at the party, which sounds like it’s beginning to wind down anyway, you plop yourself in front of your desk and fire up Netflix. Might as well see where Jo is going with this.

Exactly 98 minutes later, you get a text from Jo:

J: On my way back to you. Ur pants better be off when I get back, bc I plan on inhaling that cock of urs

Before you can respond, another text pops up.

J:I’m not joking. I’m sooo horny, I could ride you into next week. Fill in all the details when I get there :p

Fuck yes! You quickly head downstairs, no deserted except for a sea of empty solo cups and a handful of passed out partygoers.

You look out the window till you see Jo coming down the sidewalk a few minutes later. You open the door before she can even knock. She grabs your shirt, pulling you into a rough, sloppy kiss. She tastes of **** and...something else. Breaking the kiss, Jo gives you a playful shove “I told you no pants!”

“They were necessary to let you in. I can’t just wonder around with my cock flopping around. It wasn’t quite that kind of party.”

“Whatever, back to your room.” Pushing past you, you’re shocked to see Jo pulling her tank top over her head as she climbs the stairs to your room.