No, just get home to bed

I sat in silence and waited for them to leave.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the bathroom door opened, and they emerged, laughing and joking. My head was spinning as I hear them walk away, completely oblivious to my presence.

I needed a plan, I had to get out of there without being seen. I was tired and couldn't process what had just happened. I needed to gather my thoughts, figure out what to do next.

I slowly opened the stall door and checked the room. – thankfully, it was empty. I splashed some water on my face, taking deep breaths to calm myself down.

My phone buzzed in my pocket, alerting me to a new message from Lily.

“Hey babe,” she wrote, “Thanks for coming to see me! Can’t wait to snuggle you later, love you”

The familiar stab of hurt hit me again as I read her words. How could she act like everything was normal. Now I just had to leave without being spotted. I looked at myself in the mirror, I looked pale and drawn. I gathered my thoughts, took a deep breath and walked out of the bathroom. As I walked past the bar, I caught sight of Jake and Lily sharing a drink at a nearby table with a few more friends. She was leaning close to him, laughing at something he said. I **** myself to look away, but the image stuck with me. I made straight for the door, praying nobody saw me.

I drove home in a haze, I don't remember the drive back. My hands shook as I pulled into my driveway and turned off the engine. I just sat there for a moment, staring blankly ahead. I didn't know what to do – everything felt chaotic and out of control.

Inside, the house was dark and quiet. Everything was still. I made my way up to bed, shedding my clothes and crawling into bed. I lay there for a while, staring at the ceiling and trying to calm my racing thoughts. I kept replaying the events of the evening in my mind, trying to make sense of what had just happened. Everything felt surreal – like I was trapped in some sort of bad dream. I breathed deeply and tried to slow my heart rate down. Finally, I heard the front door open, and Lily came padding up the stairs. Her footsteps were soft and gentle, almost like a cat's paw. I pretended to be asleep, not wanting to talk to her right now.

She slipped into bed beside me, nuzzling her nose into my neck. Her warmth comforted me, and I found myself relaxing slightly. She smelled strongly of **** and there was a musky smell on top of that. I didn't want to deal with her right now, so I stayed silent. I turned on my side, facing away from her, trying to shut the world out.

But she wouldn't let it go at that. She began to rub my back, softly at first, then harder. One of her hands reached round and started rubbing my cock, teasing me gently. I felt the blood rush back to my cock. I was rock hard in an instant. It felt good, and I found myself starting to respond to her touch. My heart beat faster as her hands worked their magic.

Despite my best intentions, my cock was throbbing at her touch. She giggled at my hardness. The sensation was intense, and I struggled to resist her. My thoughts were clouded with desire as I allowed myself to indulge in her touch.

I tried, feebly, to stop her, "I've got to be up early" I mumbled.

But she ignored me, continuing to stroke me. It felt too good to resist, and I found myself giving in to her touch. My mind drifted, thinking about earlier in the night. She kissed my neck, her lips soft and tender.

"You're so tense," she murmured. "Let me help you relax."