You sense your impending doom a minute too late, and before you can stop yourself, you're bucking and writhing against Andi's talented mouth. Cum spurts out of your dick and you close your eyes and try to go with the flow, gripping your new friend by the shoulders and uttering low moans of pleasure. Andi drinks up your semen without spilling a drop. She really does have talent for this sort of thing.
As you collapse in a heap at the foot of the bed, drained and spent, you open your eyes and watch Andi pulling a nightdress out from underneath one of her pillows. Confusion scrambles your already tired brain and you open your mouth to ask her what she's doing, but can't find your voice.
Wordlessly, Andi dons the dress and gets off the bed. She collects her clothes and tosses them into a laundry basket in one corner of the room. She then picks up yours and walks to the door. "I'm tired now, I think I'm gonna go to bed. You should get out of here."
"What?" you finally locate your voice.
"Please go. Now." It isn't a request.
You slowly get up and cross the room towards her. You reach for your clothes but she opens the door and throws them out. Instinctively, you follow after your garments and when you've got them, turn back to the doorway. "Andi-" you begin, but she shuts the door in your face. You hear a bolt slide across and realise she'd locked the door.
You stand there naked and stupefied for a second. Women, from go to woe in the space of time it takes to change a light bulb.
You're about to knock on the door and try to make amends with Andi when you hear footsteps coming down the hall towards you. They stop and a voice says, "Gee, I didn't realise you were quite this pro-active..."
You look around and see one of your other new flatmates staring at you. But which is it? And should you stop to talk (or something else) to them, or concentrate on winning back Andi's affections? |