A phone call wakes the three of you.

Abruptly, you’re jarred out of the deepest of sleeps. It’s the phone. It rings once, twice. Amy groans, and mumbles something unintelligible to Ellen, who sighs loudly, and tosses the covers back over you and Amy, strides the few steps over to the phone, which hangs on the wall, next to the door.

Ellen looks very sexy, standing in the morning light, naked. Her flaxen colored hair is mussed, and hangs in front of her eyes, giving her a sultry look. “Hello?” she says sleepily. Her nipples are pink, and no longer covered by the warmth of the bedcovers are hard and erect. Your cock twitches against Amy’s smooth ass, and she giggles. “I guess you’re awake, aren’t you?” she says as she rolls over to face you.

Glancing over at the small desk clock on Amy’s side of the room, you see that its 9:17 am. Shafts of bright sunlight play over Ellen’s body through the gaps in the curtains as she stands with the phone cradled to her ear. The tuft of downy pubic hair between her legs looks impossibly blonde in the light. With her free hand, she idly scratches her stomach, watching you with loving eyes as Amy tickles your nose with a strand of her wavy, red hair. Looking past your bedmate, your eyes devour Ellen’s body, despite Amy’s best efforts to distract you.

Suddenly, Ellen’s posture changes. She stiffens her body in reaction to something she’s heard. “What?…No, wait. I’m not sure. Did you ask Amy about it? Whatever……now? Just you and Ashley, right?….Is she okay? Yeah, yeah. Alright, we’ll be there as soon as we can.” Ellen returned the phone to its cradle, and climbed back into bed, snuggling next to her roommate.

“So what was that all about?” Amy asked.

“Julia wants us to go over and talk to her and Ashley about some stuff.”

“Both of us?” Amy says as she rolls over to face Ellen, propping yourself up on an elbow, you catch a nice of the two girls breasts crushing into one another.

“Yeah, Julia says Ashley’s upset over what happened on Wednesday. So should we go?” Ellen locks eyes with Amy, and you wonder what’s passing between them just by expression. Amy nods, and the two naked girls climb out of bed, and walk to their separate dressers.

“You wanna come along? I don’t think Julia will care, and if worse comes to worse, you can wait down in the lobby and watch TV. When we’re done, we can go out for breakfast.” Ellen says as she hooks a pastel pink bra behind her back, and pulls a matching pink thong from the top drawer of her dresser. Its lacy, and there’s a small white ribbon stitched just above the area that will cover Ellen’s mons.