Michael stumbled out of the bar, his balls emptied. He was still buzzing with adrenaline and alcohol as he made his way unsteadily down the street to his flat. The cool air outside did little to sober him up, but at least it provided some respite from the oppressive heat and sweat-filled atmosphere of the bar.
He dug around in his pocket for his phone and managed to find it just as he reached the entrance to his building. With a groan, he leaned against the wall for support as he composed a text to his best friend, Adam.
“Dude,” he typed, “You won’t believe what happened.”
After a few more minutes of struggling to compose a coherent message, Michael hit send and shoved his phone back into his pocket. He fumbled with his keys for a moment before finally unlocking the door and stumbling inside.
He stumbled into the living room and collapsed onto the couch with relief. As soon as he settled in, though, his mind wandered back to what had happened earlier that night. The memory of that hot woman’s lips wrapped around his cock sent another surge of blood rushing through him, making him painfully hard once again.
But the more he thought about those moments, the more he realised something was weird.
Michael was initially surprised at how weird the three girls sounded. It was like three guys were talking to each other.
Even if he had brushed those thoughts away, telling himself they were simply tomboy, he couldn’t get out of his head that something wasn’t right.
He remembered finding it extremely weird that one of the girls pushed away a fourth one who stated she was a friend.
As if those girls weren’t themselves.
This was for sure something Michael could try to find out tomorrow, but right now, his bed was calling him, and he answered it.
