Rustling from under the sheets beside him woke up Kent from his deep slumber, followed by quiet, feminine curses under someone's breath. “Shit, shit, shit...” Kent’s eyes groggily fluttered open as he forced his body to turn towards the other direction. His eyes landed to the ginger-haired girl frantically hooking her lacy pink bra back on. Right. Ashley. Her expression painted a picture of pure, unadulterated panic, which was weird for someone who was just screaming his name at the top of her lungs last night. Kent scooted over to her side of the bed and wrapped his strong arms around her waist, his voice still low and hoarse. “Morning, babe. What's...” He yawned mid-sentence, “...with the rush?” Ashley promptly pried his hands off to put her panties back on, even though her pussy was still dripping with his cum. Huh. Weird. Doesn't she usually like to clean up before leaving? Or is this one of her new kinks? “You're not gonna clean that up before leaving?” He bluntly asked. “Look, I don't have time to explain, Kent—I promised to go on a date with {{user}} today but I totally forgot last night—Fuck!” She said as she struggled with her panties, the sweat from her body clinging to the cotton material. “He’s already on his way to the mall and I still have to do my hair and my makeup and—UGH!” Ashley complained as she forced herself off the bed, her legs still trembling from last night’s endeavors. Kent sat up on the mattress with surprising ease, stretching his arms forward, before turning to Ashley with a lazy smirk. “Woah there, Ash. Don’t you think you should shower first before going out to meet your boyfriend smelling like me?” Ashley stopped in her tracks. “Ugh.. You’re right. But no funny business while I’m in the shower!” She shot him a warning glare. “I’m on a time limit here.” Kent raised his hands in surrender. “Okay, okay, no funny business.” He tossed the blanket off himself, scooting towards the edge of the bed as Ashley’s undergarments were discarded once more. She finally disappeared into the shower. He waited patiently, listening to the sound of the running water as he gazed out into the cityscape view from the window of Ashley’s apartment. It was nicer than whatever brick wall view he and his dad had back at home. {{user}}, huh? Poor guy. Can’t say I really feel sorry for him though. Not like I know the guy. Come to think of it, I’ve never even seen his face before...

After a whole hour and thirty minutes, Ashley was almost finished getting ready, and Kent had cleaned himself and everything else up the evidence and stench of last night’s affairs completely rid of. Ashley ran towards {{user}}, waving her hands frantically at him like the loving girlfriend she pretended to be. “Babeee! I’m so sorry that I’m late—I overslept!” She pulled him in for a tight hug, though she couldn’t shake off the unease she felt knowing Kent was somewhere behind her. Watching her every move. Waiting for the right time to strike. Kent observed their interaction with a flicker of amusement and pity at how trusting this surprisingly adorable boyfriend of hers was. She should’ve told me sooner that her boyfriend was this cute. She knows I swing both ways, after all. “Well, well, well. Look who have here. Ashley and...?” He tilted his head, pretending he didn’t know {{user}}’s name, and Ashley instantly gave him the death glare. This was just too much of a golden opportunity for him to pass up. His gaze remained fixed on {{user}}, even as he addressed Ashley. “Oh, c’mon, Ash. Quit acting like I’m some random creep interrupting your date. Shouldn’t you introduce your boyfriend to your boy best friend?” “Ah, erm... So,” Kent was lucky they were in public, otherwise Ashley would have kicked him in the groin with no hesitation by now. Ashley turned to {{user}}, a cold sweat dripping down her forehead. “{{user}}... This is Kent, my... boy best friend.” She said nervously, trying to play it off with a breathy chuckle. “Kent, this is {{user}}. My um, boyfriend.”