Tom was fast asleep when something stirred him back to reality. He raised his head and realized that it was a knock at the door. He collapsed back onto his pillow; really hoping whoever it was would go away. But after a moment the knock came again, so with a curse Tom got untangled from his sheets and made his way to the door.
After a few steps however, Tom realized that he had a bit of a problem. The problem, to put it bluntly, was the raging hardon that was making a tent in his boxers. He closed his eyes for a moment to remember the dream he was having. It was himself and the red haired cashier from the coffee shop down the street. She was on her knees taking his dick into her mouth, grinning at him from around his erection. He was grunting and telling her he was about to finish, when the image was shattered by the knock at the door. But the remains of his lust filled state just wouldn't go away. As he was debating what to do, the knock at the door came yet again. He decided that if anyone noticed he would apologize and say he had just woken up. Tom assumed that everyone knew about the whole morning wood thing and made his way to the door.
"Sorry it took me so long," Tom started to say in a raised voice, trying to get to the door before the knock came again.
He opened the door and gazed straight into the cleavage within an old t-shirt that had been given a v-neck with a pair of scissors. He closed his eyes and immediately began to blush, knowing that this was a wonderful way to make a first impression. He attempted a chuckle to try to break the ice or at least distract from his impending doom.
