Shelly pops up from behind the fridge door and looks over at Tom. "Hey Tom, what's going on?" Shelly is about 5'5" with brown hair that comes just past her shoulders. She is wearing tight jeans and a spaghetti strapped tank top that shows off her cleavage well.
"Not much. Just came to assess the damage from last night." Tom jokes.
"Yeah, you guys had quite a bash." Shelly says.
"Really? I wish I could remember it." Tom admits.
"You were pretty fucked up last night." Shelly says, patting Tom on the shoulder. "Is Rick up yet?"
"Not yet." Tom replies looking into the hall and seeing Rick's door still closed.
"Damnit." Shelly mumbles. "I was looking for some cock, I didn't get any action last night."
"That sucks." Tom says, a little taken aback by Shelly's forwardness.
"Do you wanna fuck?" Shelly asks, grabbing Tom's cock through his shorts and looking him straight in the eye.
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