We woke up before anyone came home, thank God. I can only imagine the reaction if someone saw us. Mostly naked, covered in boy and girl c*m, splayed out practically on top of each other. We looked like we'd had an orgy and, honestly, we kind of had.
All of us slowly dressed, then limped down to the kitchen. Whatever was left of our awkwardness had been wiped away by three, hardcore, stroke sessions.
"You want to come by again tomorrow?" Lindsay asked as Kara gathered her things.
"I'm heading back to school, sadly," Kara said, "I'll be back for Christmas, though."
"Cool," Lucy said. Her casual acknowledgement that we would be continuing through the winter holidays was almost as arousing as what we'd all done together. A promise of our future promiscuity
The best friends hugged goodbye.
