The next day, Brandon had to be at work at 10am. I woke up when he slammed the door behind him as he left. Kirsten was out cold and didn’t stir at all when I rolled her off of me so I could get out of bed. Brandon had retired to his room with the remainder of the tequila immediately after the big event, leaving me and Kirsten to sleep in the massive wet spot. She and I didn’t talk much immediately afterwards, but did a lot of cuddling and canoodling until we fell asleep in each other’s arms.
I took a shower, and cleaned the apartment until Kirsten came limping out of the bedroom around 1pm. Her vagina was, in her words, “fucking wrecked” and she sent me to the store to buy some cranberry juice. All she wanted to do was cuddle on the couch in a T shirt and panties, watching movies and smoking weed. She was extremely affectionate all afternoon, and whined whenever I reminded her I needed to leave for work eventually. She gave me head, said she’d let me fuck her in the ass if I called in. So, yeah I called into work that day.