Ooh Boy flashback time!

Knocking on the bathroom door, you waited for a response…nothing. Furrowing your brow, you cautiously opened the door weary of any of Taylor’s morning pranks. No bucket of ice water above the door, no cornstarch filled balloons attached to the showerhead, and no condiment packets under the toilet seat.

Finding the bathroom devoid of Taylor’s silly pranks you knew it was going to be a good day. Connecting to the Bluetooth speaker on the counter, you blasted your morning groove playlist and went for your toothbrush. Jamming out you unscrewed the toothpaste and gave it a squeeze.

Instantly the sides of the tube squirted their minty contents all over your hand. Scowling you howled to the world

“TAYLOR!”

A few minutes and nothing but crickets, normally she’d have jumped out from her hiding place by now. With rising suspicions, you washed off and went for the hand towel as you gripped the plush, pink fabric you felt something crinkle. Hastily turning the towel over you expected a packet of red pepper flakes or itching powder but instead found a note.

Opening it with the same trepidation as a bomb squad operative, you winced as it flopped open. Nothing. Picking it back up, you read the note.

“Hey baby kangaroo,

As you’ve probably figured out by now, you’ve got the house all to yourself. Janae is out at some business seminar and I’m out buying more toothpaste ;)”

“Bitch” you muttered to yourself.

“I’m going to take the looong way home so I’ll be gone at least for a few hours if you catch my drift”

She may have been a bitch but you could never fault Taylor’s wing-girl skills.

“P.S tell Savvy I said Hi”

A man on a mission, you finished your morning ablutions in record time. Even scraping enough toothpaste of the sides of the tube to get your breath minty fresh. Before even hopping in the shower you had texted Savannah.

As you finished trimming that last arrant bit of stubble, you heard the door-bell ring three-times.

Dashing out of the bathroom with roadrunner speed, you skated down the stairs to the door.

Opening it neither one of you said a word as the rather graphic make-out session began. Bending her neck Savannah’s lips punched yours like a freight train. You could barely keep up with your hungry hellion as she greedily toyed with your tongue.

Pressing every ounce of muscle she had into you, it took half a second before Savannah had you pinned to the ground.

Although you were relativity fit and no slouch at 182cm. Her 195cm frame shaped by years of rugby and volleyball easily dominated you when she felt the urge.

Struggling like a rabbit caught in the clutches of a wolf you broke away from the kiss

“Savvy, bedroom” you wheezed breathlessly.

Wasting no time she dashed up to your room.

Catching your breathe, you stuck your head out the front door making sure no one caught sight of your little make-out sesh before slamming it shut and locking it.

Making your way upstairs, you opened your door to find Savannah nude, legs arched with her fingers spreading her pussy lips open.

“Eat me!”