Let her go; time to actually clean up

She continues to lean against the wall, waiting for your answer. You pull away as you finish up your orgasm, letting the falling water rinse your seed off of her.

"That'll be it for now. Good job, Teri," you say to her with thanks, running a hand through your wet hair. "Before you go, though—where do you live exactly? I might want to use you again later."

"Sure, that's no problem. Our door's always unlocked for strangers to come in and use me and my mom, so you're always welcome," she explains. "It's just down the street. You know the atrocious looking yellow-colored house? That's the one—who knows what the hell Dad was thinking when he decided on that color. Anyway, stop by and fuck me whenever you want, okay?"

She steps out of the shower as she gives you a curt nod while grabbing a towel off the nearby rack. You watch her dry and dress herself as you put some shampoo in your hair, beginning to clean up. After all that fucking, you have your work cut out for you. Maybe someday you'll get used to smelling so funky, but for now, some serious showering is in order. You scrub furiously, and by the time you're finished, Teri is long gone.

Leaving the shower after what feels like hours of deep grooming, you take the still damp towel and dry off. Reaching for your clothes, you stop short; they're at least as dirty as you were, and if you plan on going out tonight, you'll need something classier than jeans and a T-shirt.

If you're going to change, you'll have to head over to your room buck-naked; usually that would be a problem, but not anymore. Hanging up your towel, you open the door, walking out into the upstairs hallway.