Something Else

You can't come to a decision. On the one hand, you're confident that there isn't a single portion of your soul that is in love with Bob. You're not gay - you just wanted free sex. But on the other hand, you're not disgusted enough with yourself to leave him.

It takes a few minutes of contemplation before you make a choice. Sure, his parents were coming home today (or so he says) and you wouldn't be able to play the game anymore, but surely you could still sneak in a quickie once in a while. Bob won't complain - not after the way you fucked him last night. In fact, maybe you can be quite a bit more demanding with him.

A cunning plan starts to form while you help yourself to another shower.