Anti Climatic

Katya

Twenty minutes after the sound of grunting and humping and heavy breathing stopped, I remained in the closet.

Literally.

Footsteps and the sounds of opening and closing of the door implied that Carlos had left since.

But he wasn't the reason I was hiding anymore. Well, on a scale of 1-10, I was way above twenty of being scarred.

Finally, Matteo cleared his throat and knocked on the door, muttering, "Sorry, you can come out now."

Could I indeed?

No other Carlos would jump out of nowhere and start to fuck Matteo against the closet, probably spilling all over the...

Oh dear, I was never going to eat properly anymore.

"Um, sorry you had to see or...hear what you did. It's... It's safe now. Please come out, it's more awkward with you hiding out here."

I cleared my throat, hugging my knees closely, "I don't think it gets more awkward than this, Matt."

He mumbled something in response and said nothing else. About ten minutes later, I opened the door a peep and met the room arranged