Make out and clean up

After an appropriately long make-out session, the full scope of their mess becomes apparent.

Ashley came all over Ethan's front, which in turn rubbed off onto herself. On top of that, quite a bit of Ethan's own cum had managed to find its way around. Peeling themselves apart, Ashley made an executive decision to take a shower. Escorting her upstairs, Ethan notes just how dirty her clothes are, between all the cum and sweat, and offers to toss them in the washer.

"Good idea," Ashley steps into the washroom, inspecting the shower. "I'll leave them by the door. You can collect them after you change."

Leaving Ashley to her business, Ethan gets out of his own clothes but takes a quick whores bath in the downstairs washroom before getting dressed. Hearing the shower running, he heads up and collects Ashley's clothes, only now realizing she opted not to disrobe in front of him. Shrugging, he supposed she figured they weren't quite at that stage, despite the fact they'd fucked.

Fusing the piles of clothes together, Ethan starts a load of laundry, then ponders a new problem: What's Ashley going to wear in the meantime? His limited wardrobe left few options. A t-shirt and some boxers would suffice, and he cracked open the bathroom door to leave them on the sink. Lingering a second, he spots Ashley's silhouette in the shower, noting her washing her crotch very thoroughly.

Trying not to stare, Ethan returns downstairs and the couch, giving it a good wipe down and a spritz of Febreeze. Sitting down, he hears the shower upstairs stop, and a few minutes later Ashley makes her way downstairs. Her hair is down and wet, the trim brunette towel drying it. She's wearing the shirt and the boxers, and Ethan notes both seem to fit her well enough.

"Your shower is great," Ashley sighs, taking a seat on the couch next to Ethan. "Way better pressure than my place."

"Oh yeah?" Ethan tosses a lazy glance towards the general direction of the shower. "Yours must be shit because it feels normal to me."

Sighing, Ashley tosses Ethan a small smirk. "It is shit." She towels her hair in silence for a beat, but Ethan can see the gears in her head spinning. Eventually, her expression turns coy. "Maybe I should just come here to shower."

"That could be arranged..." Ethan feels his lips curl into a smile of his own.

Ashley bites her lip slightly, then scoots closer on the couch. "I wouldn't want to impose though."

"You wo-"

The sound of the doorbell ringing breaks Ethan's train of thought. He and Ashley stare at each other for a beat.

Then Ethan remembers.

"Oh fuck..." Ashley raises a brow, forcing Ethan to continue. "I forgot all about it but she said she was going to..." The bell rings again.

"Who is it?" Ashley asks, and when she looks at Ethan's expression a bit of color drains from her face. "Ethan. Who is it?!"

The bell rings again, sounding slightly annoyed.

"It's..." Ethan clears his throat, then says the name.