"Now?" she urged, straddling my thigh with her wet mound.

"I think I've created a monster." I laughed, tweaking her nipple and making her squeal. "Come on, I'll drive you to campus. Don't you have art history this afternoon?"

"All right," she agreed with a sigh, reaching for her clothes. "Hey… where's my underwear?"

I frowned, still dizzy, the blood not quite thick enough in my head yet. "It was on the doorknob."

We both looked and I blinked as if that would make it appear. It wasn't on the floor near the door, either, we discovered, as Angel cleared away the clothes piled against the closet.

"Mark!" The sound of my dad's voice panicked us both. Angel's fingers had never worked so fast as she buttoned and tucked. I yanked my jeans back up, wiping my still wet face with the back of my hand.

"Fuck!" I whispered, watching Angel pulling her jeans up over her hips. The fact that she was wearing no underwear at all now actually made my cock jump, in spite of the adrenaline pumping through my body.

"We're in here, Dad!" I called, jerking my door fully open and grabbing my backpack off the floor.

"I thought he was working late," Angel hissed, buttoning her jeans and smoothing her long, blonde hair back into a fast ponytail, using a spare rubber band she always kept around her wrist.

"I thought so, too!" I whispered. "Don't worry, I can handle this. It will be fine."

"Hey, Mark," my dad called again, and I followed the sound of his voice out into the living room. He was in the process of shaking his coat off, and I noted it must be snowing outside.

"Hey." I tried to sound casual and not getting too close. Could you smell pussy on someone? I wondered. "I was giving Angel a ride, and I forgot my backpack," I explained, holding it up, as if it would prove something.