You'll stay.

"I think I'll stay here. I've got something I need to do here, and you'll be missing out"

Alex pokes his tongue out at you. "I'll just join in when I get back,"

He gets dressed, and kisses you hard, forcing his tongue into your mouth. He roughly grabs your crotch, massaging it against his hand. You moan into his mouth. He abruptly pulls away,grinning and gives a laugh. Walking out the room, he calls over his shoulder, "I'll see you in an hour, no more than an hour and a half. Have fun"

You hear the front door close, and then silence. Alex's rough handling of you has you hornier than before now. You quickly begin rubbing yourself. You feel your dampness growing, and plunge two fingers into your snatch. You frig yourself, your whimpers filling the silence. You add a third finger, your other hand massaging your breast. You cum, hips rolling. Licking your fingers you taste yourself. That will do for now. For now.

You hop out of bed. You pull the t-shirt on. It's long, reaching nearly to your knees. You have a funny feeling Alex purposefully picked this shirt. It allows you to cover yourself if you want, but still look and feel sexy. You don't bother with your panties. They're dirty from last night. And ever since the Curse took effect, you've found you view underwear; for the most part, as an optional extra, not a necessity.

You go to the bathroom, refresh yourself, then head to the kitchen. You pause in the living room, checking the time on the DVD display. 9:04. You turn the TV on, the sounds of the weekend music hit show quietly filling the room. You make a coffee, clattering around the kitchen as you search for the sugar.

You're about halfway through your coffee, sprawled languorously in one of the arm chairs when the door handle rattles.