Another way up

“Here,” Lopez says. She puts her hands on your waist and lifts you up. You squeak in surprise, but go with it, reaching for the handle up there on the ceiling.

Still not high enough. Lopez lets you back down.

“You’re pretty strong,” you say, blushing. “I bet if you do this I can get it.” You cup your hands in front of you.

“OK,” says, doing the same. You put your foot in her hands and she lifts you. This puts you with your crotch in her face, but you don’t mind that, you and don’t think she does either.

You get the handle and pull it. Lopez quickly gets you out of the way as the door drops open and a ladder crashes to the floor.

“You OK?” she asks you.

“I’m good,” you say. That was actually a bit dangerous, but… whatever. Nice! You got it open. “Cool,” you say, climbing on, and you see it! You totally see her eyeballing your booty as you make your way up.

It’s dark up here. You take out your phone and turn on the light, finding… wow. This is no ordinary attic. This is like a whole wing of the house. It’s a hallway with doors and rooms. It’s full of stuff, and it’s all dusty and cobwebby. There’s more square feet in this attic than in your house at home…

Lopez joins you, and she has an actual flashlight.

“Yikes,” she says.

“Right?” you reply.

“Lot of shit up here.” She stands up and shines the light around. The floor creaks when you walk. You sneeze because of the dust.

“So what are we looking for?” you ask, but she doesn’t answer. You turn around to see her peering at a picture on the wall. She wipes the dust off with her hand. It’s a bunch of girls on the lawn outside this very house, but it looks old.

“Wait a minute,” you say. “She looks familiar.”

“Which one?”

“This one.” You point out a dark-haired girl. “She looks like Amy.”

“Amy, your boss?”

“Boss? She’s our chapter manager,” you say.

“Well, this chick looks like your chapter manager.”

She sure does. It’s eerie.

“Do you hear that?” you ask.

“Yeah,” Lopez replies, shifting her light. “It’s coming from over there.”

You both tiptoe down the corridor and open a door, revealing another room full of dusty, antique stuff… but this one has a glow coming from between the floorboards. This room is above another room, and the light’s coming in.

You and Lopez creep closer and get down to look.

You can clearly see the bedroom below, and while you lost your sense of direction, one look is enough to tell you whose it is: Beth’s.

Now you know where the quiet moaning that you heard is coming from.

Beth never shuts up about her girlfriend, some soccer player. But… the girl in Beth’s bed with her is not that girlfriend. The girlfriend has red hair, but this is a blonde. You can see two lithe bodies, one mostly covering the other. The blonde is on top of Beth, and by the motion of her arm, you know she’s fingering her energetically. Beth’s toes curl and her legs kick her sheets off the bed. The blonde covers Beth’s mouth with her hand to stifle her cries, fingerfucking her harder. The blonde has clear tan lines and a pert ass. You’ve never seen her naked before, but you still know who it is: Kylie.

You always kind of viewed Kylie as your competition as the hot blonde pledge, but right now you’re just… enjoying the show. Beth is a slim, perky brunette, and she kicks her feet in the air. She must be getting close.

Lopez clears her throat, and you look up, blushing.

“I wasn’t watching,” you say.

“Neither was I,” she replies.

You stand up, feeling warm and wet between your legs. There’s no saving your underwear, but maybe it won’t soak through your jammy pants.

“So that’s what you’re into,” you say as an effort to change the subject. “Come in here as a cop and watch us all get it on.”

“You all get it on?”

“I mean, it’s CCL,” you say, looking up at her.

“I see you’re getting distracted pretty easily. Do you need me to help you focus?”

Yes or no?