You look down at Heather, and sigh as you realize your loyalty to your friend has just won out over your loyalty to sex. You begin unpacking your own bag, setting Heather's right next to her bed. As you start to sort your own things out of the duffel bag you brought, you hear a rustling on Heather's bed. You turn around with a huge grin only to find that Heather has rolled over.
You chuckle to yourself and drape the sheet over her. Despite the warmth, you wouldn't want your new roomate getting a cold. Heather settles down, and you impulsively pat her thigh through the sheet as you stand up to continue packing. You finish soon, and sit down on the edge of the bed, leaning against the wall. Despite the long nap you took on the way, you find yourself tired, and you nod off.
A light touch brings you from your slumber and wide awake. Heather is looking at you. You blink the sleep away from your eyes and look at your friend. She's bending over, and the view down her t-shirt draws your attention for a few minutes. You shake your head, both from the fatigue and to avoid offending Heather, but it doesn't look like she noticed.
"Wakey, wakey, . C'mon, dinner's in half an hour." You notice that Heather's now wearing shorts, and you smile to the memory of her nice panties. Sighing, you get up, ready to follow Heather to dinner. |