Chloe's POV
My legs felt as wobbly as wobbly could feel, but I made it silently towards where Pascal was laying on the ground still trying to catch his breath with Jayden's c*m dripping down my legs.
It wasn't me who did anything wrong, but I couldn't bring myself to look in his eyes, even though I had to drag my pant out of his mouth and my hand brushed against his limp d**k while I was blindly searching for my skirt.
We were friends. Friends with a little special something in between, but this just went too far and we needed to talk about it.
Just not now. Not now that I knew that Jayden could very well go again, time after time until school hours are over and still want more.
I liked that part about him though, because he was unlike Shawn who needed to drink s****l boost.
Jay
