Walk of shame

For the second time this month I set out on the walk of shame back to my dorm. It was quite early, so not many people saw me. As soon as I got home I locked myself back into my room.

Jessica was waiting for me. I forgot to send her a text again I belatedly realized.

"You're making a habit of this I see," she quipped. The judgmental look was back as well.

{if blowjob=false} "Didn't we already have this discussion?" I said it a bit more harshly than intended, but this was getting on my nerves.

"We did, but you still didn't text me that you weren't coming home," she retorted.

That wasn't what I meant, and she knew it. Deliberating whether to push the issue, I decided it wasn't worth it. {else} I was about to retort when the images of what I had done the previous night flashed through my mind. {endif} Instead I headed for the showers, giving her an apologetic look as I entered.