Theresa’s Here!

Michael sighed and walked back to the living room, and looked around. Then, he quickly grabbed his phone from the table and checked what time it was.

"Oh shit! It's 2:25! Tess is going back home any minute now!", He exclaimed and looked at the couch and the floor, both with stains of Valentina's cum.

He placed the phone back on the table and ran to the laundry room, thinking, 'I need to clean it off before Tess returns from Uni.'

He grabbed the cleaning equipment from the laundry room and went to the living room. He was worried that he couldn't do it within the allotted time of Theresa returning and getting an inkling that something was different in the living room. Luckily, to his surprise, to his naked eye, it was very easy to clean off Valentina's juices from the soft leather couch. Even though he had initially thought it would look suspicious if Theresa, one day, saw it directly, since it was spotless to the naked eye, there wouldn't really be any way Theresa came to that conclusion.

He thought to himself, 'Done with the couch. Now, let's move to the stains on the floor.'

The floor was also spotless in a mere five to ten minutes. He sprayed perfume in the air to get rid of the scent of his cum and Valentina's juices in the air. After his thorough cleaning, he checked again for the results of his cleaning. He noticed he'd gotten everything.

He looked all over the place for anything unusual, but he couldn't find anything. Then, once he decided it was clear, he disposed of everything and placed all the cleaning equipment back to where it was.

Wiping the sweat from his brow with a hand, Michael huffed and heaved as he muttered to himself, "Phew! It's done!"

Then, he rushed upstairs to the bathroom at a moderate speed because the last thing he wanted to happen was for Theresa to run into him downstairs, already sweaty from the act. He knew she wouldn't have a reason to ask, but he was also mindful that curiosity did, more often than not, occur in situations like this.

He pushed all thoughts aside and decided to concentrate on cleaning up instead. When he arrived, he opened the door, reached for the sink faucet, and turned it on. Then, he started washing his face. Afterward, he also cleaned the bits of Valentina's pussy juice that sprayed all over his dick and lower body. He used a shower to ensure it was gone completely, and none was left.

Once he was satisfied, he turned off the tap and walked out of the bathroom with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. His shirt was a bit too wet from his sweat to put back on, and it would get super weird if he ran into Theresa in that. Thus, the best thing to do was return to his room and change into a fresh one.

After returning to his room, he removed his towel from his waist and wiped the remaining liquid. Then, he headed for the shelf behind him and grabbed a clean shirt and some shorts to wear. Finally, after getting ready, he took a deep breath and slowly walked downstairs.

Once he arrived in the living room, Michael felt a hint of relief because, seeing how tidy the entire place was, he couldn't help but admire the cleaning powers of the leather-cleaning solution.

He laid back on the couch, took another deep breath to calm his mind, and finally grabbed his phone and read through his new notifications as he relaxed. There were many weird messages from various people he knew and a couple of pictures.

A few seconds later, he heard a car moving to a stop in the front.

'Must be Theresa!' Michael thought.

He instantly stood up when he heard somebody walking toward the house and the key being inserted in the front door. Within seconds, he saw the door swing open, and Theresa entered the house and closed the door behind her.

"Sup, bro! What are you doing there?" Theresa asked while taking off her shoes.

"Nothin' sis. Just chillin'.", Michael replied while relaxing on the couch.

"Did you have lunch?" Theresa asked while heading towards the living room.

"No! I was gonna grab some takeout because I didn't feel like cooking today." Michael was going to order some burgers and fries.

"Why didn't you feel like cooking?" Theresa asked as she sat beside him and placed her bag on the table beside her.

"I don't know. I think I got lazy..." Michael was feeling tired after the whole experience with Valentina.

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