Yes

Looking up, I saw Anna standing in front of me. She had a towel wrapped around herself, covering her chest and the upper part of her thighs. Her hair was still wet from the shower, and her sizeable bust was straining the towel.

"Uh, yeah." I replied in a cracked voice.

Wordlessly, Anna sat on the arm of the couch next to me, crossing one leg over the other. "I went past your room and the laundry on my way back there. It's kind of a mess," she said with an awkward chuckle. "I'm pretty sure that's my fault, right?"

Not trusting myself to speak, I nodded slowly. A look of regret and disgust came over Anna's face. "God, I'm so sorry, and I'm sorry I yelled at you. You helped me to the shower and cleaned me up."

"Yeah," I said again. "But you're right, I wanked over you while you were passed out, and that was so wrong of me." The apology spilled out of me and I babbled, **** for her forgiveness.

"It was pretty weird," she agreed. "But also, I kinda get it. I mean, look at me," she said, gesturing to her curves, which were more accentuated than hidden by the plain fabric of the towel. Her full breasts were pushed up by its embrace, forming jiggling mounds just waiting to spill out. She followed my eyes to her chest and shook it, making her tits bounce, and threatening to dislodge the towel. She chuckled, and I couldn't help but join in. I looked into her eyes, and she was smiling at me; a narrow, wary smile, but a smile nonetheless.

"Honestly though, ordinarily I'd be a bit creeped out by the whole thing, but I think with what I put you through tonight, we've both got a lot to be sorry for. Call it even?"

"Yeah, even," I agreed, grateful to be let off the hook. Anna smiled down at me from her perch.

"Great. And maybe next time you want to wank over me, you can do it in your own room... or ask, first," she finished with a sly wink. I quickly crossed my legs, hoping Anna wouldn't notice how my cock had twitched at her suggestion. She stood up, and started to cross the room towards the hallway.

"Anyway, this has been a... weird night, so I'm going to bed."

"Alright. I guess I'd better get comfortable here," I replied, punching a cushion into shape.

"What, how come? Oh, right," Anna said with a moment of bashful realisation. "Shit." She paused, a thoughtful expression crossing her face. "Look, this whole thing is really my fault, I feel bad that you have to sleep on the couch. Why don't you use my bed tonight, and then tomorrow we can try and fix your mattress?"

"That's kind, really, but I can't turf you out of your own bed," I replied.

"Who said I was gonna leave? It's a double, it's big enough to share," Anna grinned, and turned to the hallway without waiting for my answer.