Chapter 4 by street0

What's next?

Alison stumbles in search of a flashlight

She couldn't see anything even after letting her eyes adjust. She stumbled out of the shower and fell, landing tits first on the cold bathroom tile. She got up and wrapped an undersized towel around her smarting tits and then went in search of a flashlight. Her towel fell off on the way to the kitchen, but she bent over at the waist and picked it up. She tied it around her boobs again, hoping it would stick.

"Fuck!" Her flashlight was out of batteries and she couldn't remember where she'd left her phone. Pausing at the kitchen counter, she remember that last year she borrowed a cup of sugar from Becky, her pretty neighbour from across the hall. Becky seemed like she had her life together, which is more than Alison could say about herself. Hopefully she still lived there.

It was only after Alison went into the hall that she remembered that she didn't have her keys on her. Her door clicked and locked behind her. "Fuck," she mouthed, embarrassed, and went to knock on what she hoped was Becky's door.