You wake up to a buzzing alarm, but it turns off too quickly to rouse you. You'd set the alarm early on general principles since you want to get used to waking up on time, but you really don't need to be anywhere for a little while today. If you sleep in, it's no disaster.
Time passes.
Allison sure has an interesting method of sexplay. You lie in bed for a while and drape your arm over the naked woman lying next to you. You kind of thought you felt Allison get up out of bed earlier, but maybe she just had to go to the bathroom, and then came back.
Wait a minute...
This isn't Allison; Allison is taller than this. You can feel the swell of her breasts, so you know it's a woman. She's about the same height and build as , but she just doesn't... smell like her. That isn't the shampoo uses. Suddenly the door bursts open.
"Rise and shine, lovebirds!" Allison calls out, cheerfully. Looking up, you see her carry three plates of food and set them down on one of the antique tables. The table has a white plastic tablecloth over it and already has coffee, juice, and a few other things set out on it. Pancakes, bacon, scrambled eggs, soup, and a few other treats.
The two of you in bed sit up and look at each other curiously. You have no idea who this black-haired woman is. She's cute, but you don't know her.
She looks back at you, not bothering to cover her breasts, and then looks around the room with a puzzled expression.
"The kitchen is pretty close, but it took me forever to find it," Allison babbles, arranging seating for three at the table. "So , talked about you at great length last night; I'm looking forward to meeting you and learning about your personality. How d'you like your coffee?"
The woman sits up on the bed, her legs dangling over the edge and her body completely exposed. "Lots of cream, no sugar. Um... and my name isn't ; it's Kirsty."
Allison turns and looks at the two of you in horror and her eyes well up. ", I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. She had your room key, and... and I thought, I mean, she's... she's got black hair also..."
You look at your newest bedmate. "Well, *I* forgive you, but it was a bit of a shock." Wait a minute. 'Kirsty?' Where have you heard that name before?
Allison turns to her. "Um, and you?"
Heedless of her nudity, Kirsty stands up and stretches. You can understand Allison's confusion. Kirsty is the same height as , same build (they could probably share clothes), same size and shape of breasts, and same hair color, if a little shorter. Even the feet look the same size. "Well, I don't feel like I was screwed last night, so that's a relief. I remember getting totally hammered at the bar and then it's a total blank. I thought I'd be hung over, but I'm just a little tired." She takes the offered cup of java, and sips from it gratefully.
Allison starts calming down. "Well... I guess neither of you were traumatized by this," she says, dropping cube after cube of sugar into one of the mugs. "So... no harm, no foul. You know, Kirsty, if you're going to correct someone's major mistake, then ideally you should wait until they're drinking something."
Kirsty blows on her coffee for a few seconds, then starts laughing. "Okay. Okay next time I will. Um...?"
"Allison."
"Allison Chains or Allison Wonderland?"
"Allison Brown." As she talks, she keeps dropping sugar in her cup. "Um, Kirsty, some questions. Are you sure you don't want to put some clothes on? I mean, you have a sexy and delicious figure and all, but-"
Kirsty seems to finally realize that there's a man in the same room and blushes, covering her breasts. It only takes her a few seconds to just accept it philosophically. "Well, he's already seen everything, so it's too late now. But yeah, I better get dressed and find my room. I'm staying in room 511."
"Well, this is... interesting. You'd better have a seat; you're in for another shock this morning. Uhm. How many cubes did I just put in here?"
Fifteen minutes later, all three of you are dressed and laughing, while digging into the food Allison brought over (pretty good variety, and well-cooked. No watery scrambled eggs for this crew). "So Allison, since we're roommates," Kirsty says, "I'm curious. You said I was 'sexy and delicious,' so... are you into girls? I don't mind if you are-"
"No no," Allison waves her hand dismissively. "I was just trying to be casual; I'm not into girls at all."
You wonder if that's true or not. Allison is a pretty good liar.
"So are you and..." Kirsty motions towards you with a toss of the head.
"No, we're roommates, and I don't fuck my roommates. It's like coworkers and relatives; you need to only have one relationship with people or things get confusing."
You take that back. Allison is an exceptionally good liar.
The three of you chat for a little longer, but you start getting worried about . After breakfast, the two girls cheerfully offer to clean up so you can ask around. Kirsty and Allison are getting along so well, you half expect to see the two of them having sex by the time you get back.
You open the oak door and look around, then look at your watch. It's only eight o'clock!? Well, there are still a lot of people in the hallways talking. Specifically, there are a lot of women in the hallways talking. You walk over to 's room and knock lightly on the door. A couple minutes later, you're about to knock again, when the door opens. is there, but she's... |