Over forty minutes passed before Stacy finally came up to bed. By now I had calmed down significantly, certainly enough to drink her in. She was freshly showered and dropping a towel right in front of me. Her back was turned to me as she pulled our favorite tshirt over her head like I wasn't even there.
She didn't ask to speak to me about what happened and I wasn't about to volunteer anything. Instead, I was dead set on getting my d**k back into her.
"You know, I wasn't cool in high school, so I never f****d anyone in this bed. We should do something about that," I said, waiting for her to turn on me and demand I talk to her.
Instead she gave me a cheeky look like nothing had happened downstairs and said, "Maybe if your room weren't sandwiched in between your mom's and Willow's. f*****g
