"You two are done already? That was quick," Trevor mocked his two friends as they came out of the bedroom.
Jennie, dressed in her typical loosely fitting jeans and hoodie laughed along. "Yeah. I told him he better practice on lasting longer if he ever wants to get a girlfriend."
While the two laughed, Peter felt the need to defend his performance. "Oh suddenly you want romance. You literally said 'make this quick' before we went in," he scoffed at Jennie.
"Blame Trevor for that one. He won't shut up about how much he's been practicing. Thinks he can finally best me," Jennie put her chin up and looked down her nose at Trevor. Who was already holding the controller and playing against some anonymous online competitors in their favorite fighting game.
"Let's see how cocky you are after a best of three. I'm telling you, I got you figured out," Trevor matched her confidence.
"Wait? Are you guys actually trying to beat me? I thought you guys were losing on purpose so I would pity fuck you after," Jennie was unshaken. Trevor finished up his current game and Jennie jumped on the couch next to her friend. Sitting close in the middle so they both could get the best square look at the television.
"Did you not clean up after? You smell like straight sex," Trevor teased as her scent reached his nose.
"I was too eager to put you in your place. I took a piss after so I got most of his stuff out at least. I'll probably need to change my panties after I beat you though," Jennie let out a mischievous cackle.
Trevor recoiled and groaned from the disclosure, "gross. Are you trying to distract me here since you're scared?"
"If you really want to distract him you should pull out your tits," Peter jeered from the nearby armchair. Getting ready to watch the two titans do battle.
"Please. We've all seen them so many times they're old news," Trevor dismissed with a wave of his hand.
"Really? Is that so" Jennie gave him a suspicious look.