There really isn't a chance too, the other arrivals are early.

Before Sasha can so much as finish giggling, the sudden sounds of footsteps outside interrupt the post-orgasm glow. You quickly try to cover yourself up, but it's far too late, as the door slams open...

...luckily, it's exactly who you'd been waiting for.

Whatever conversation that Greg and Alex had been having prior to walking in is completely ended by the sight of two entirely sweaty girls sitting in their living room, breathing heavily. It certainly didn't help that you were desperately trying to push your dress back down to cover your soaked pussy.

You quickly look to Sasha, who's face has burst out into a bright blush. It was certainly a relief that it was just Greg and Alex, sure, but this was hardly the scenario that they likely expected to arrive at.

Looking toward Alex, you see sudden realization cross his face... and with it, a smirk.

You breath a sigh of relief. Reflecting on it, you weren't sure what you were afraid of. Perhaps it was that bit of you that seemed entirely resistant to Sasha, or perhaps it was simple embarrassment of being caught in an act you hadn't at all expected to happen, but the sight of both Alex and Greg taking it in stride not only calmed your nerves, but also served to get you started all over again. You could see the excitement growing in their face, and that familiar bulge growing in Alex's pants.

Sasha was the one to finally break the silence. "So... are you going to come fuck us, or what?"

You're slightly surprised that the quiet, shy Sasha who had seemed entirely taken aback previously was the one leading this encounter, but you certainly couldn't argue with her sentiment. As Sasha leaned back on the couch expectantly, your eyes turned to the two men who had arrived so conveniently.

"I couldn't agree more." You say in a hushed town, looking at the others expectantly.