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“I’m going to bed, alright? You should get some shut-eye, too. And don’t drink anymore tonight, Johnny.”

He held up what remained of his lemon whiskey. “I’m switching to water after this.”

“Good man.”

With that, I went upstairs and retired to my bedroom. Instead of going straight to bed, though, I went into the bathroom and turned on the shower.

Clouds of steam billowed out of the shower while I stripped out of my clothes. I gingerly peeled off my boxer-briefs, because my tender balls had been aching forhours.

Just this once,I swore to myself as I stepped into the shower.Gotta work this out of my system. And then it’s over.

The hot water streamed down my body, and I buried my face in the crook of my elbow. All I could see when I closed my eyes was Isabelle, bent over in her tight red dress, teasing me with her perfect ass and long legs. My hand went to work, pumping my rock-hard dick.

It didn’t take long.

Isabelle,I groaned, my cock pulsing in my hand as waves of pleasure crashed over me.

I opened my eyes and saw the mess I’d made, splattered all over the tile wall. Guilt cratered my stomach. I aimed the water stream at the tile and washed away my sins.

Starting now, I’m a good friend,I thought.I have to be. For Johnny.