Felicia retreats by herself.

Felicia couldn’t take any more chances. She was incredibly aroused and incredibly ****, and she doubted she’d be able to fend off Justin for much longer. She stumbled to her feet and clutched her towel to her chest, before turning and sprinting away from him, past her sisters, and all the way back to the beach house.

Nobody followed Felicia back, and once she got in the front door she slammed it shut and slumped to her knees, panting. After catching her breath, she checked her phone. Beth sent her a text to ask if she was alright and Lisa sent a text that was just a series of exclamation points and question marks. Felicia replied to both, letting them know that yes, she was fine, and no, they didn't need to come home after her, and yes, she was really totally fine.

Felicia was not, in fact, really totally fine. Sitting with her back to the front door, she was still breathing heavily, her skin was flushed, and she felt hot all over. She wanted to blame it on the physical effort she had just put forth, but she'd been home for a good five minutes now, and she wasn't getting better. And in all the years she ran for track, no amount of running ever made her this fucking hot.

She closed her eyes to try and clear her head, but she couldn't get Justin's hands out of her head. The way they felt, sliding over her skin, untying her top, caressing her ass... it was too much. She wanted more, she realized. She wanted his hands all over her, holding and rubbing and squeezing. And she wanted his cock, too. The one she'd seen yesterday. The next time she saw it, she knew, she wouldn't just let someone else have it.

“Fuck,” Felicia sighed, opening her eyes and casting an accusatory glance down at her traitorous hand, which had begun to work its way into her bikini bottom while she was daydreaming. It was a good thing she got out of there when she did. Clearly she lacked any semblance of self-restraint at this point. She stumbled to her feet, intending to go wash her hands, when she heard a knock on the door. It sounded like her sisters had come back anyway, despite her assurance that they didn't need to do so. Felicia spun around, took a deep breath, and opened the door.