What about Jenna?

"What do you think you're doing?" you say as he pulls you closer. "You came home with Jenna."

"She's passed out. Drunk and fucked out. Sleeping like a baby," he grins, smiling into your face, his hands strong and firm on your waist. You put your hands on his chest to keep some distance between you, trying to step out of his grasp.

But not trying very hard, you admit to yourself, your mind full of his aroma, your body starting to awaken again.

"You came with her, you should wake her up," you murmur in protest.

"She's dead to the world. I could fuck you on the bed beside her and she'd never notice." He pulls you closer and you feel his flaccid cock brush against your thigh, giving you a little quivering thrill of excitement. His words put the image of him fucking you into your head, you see yourself sprawled beside a snoring Jenna, Alan's cock drilling into you as you squeal for more.

"She's my friend," you protest weakly. "She'd be mad."

"She'd never know. Besides, we can use your room," he says, his mouth seeking yours. "Or the shower."

You find yourself raising your face to his, your soft lips parting to his as your heart starts to pound in your chest, even as you try to decide what to answer.