In the morning.

You slowly untangle yourselves as the sun rises. You stumble apart, exhausted from your marathon fucking. You head to the bathroom. You shower, letting the hot water cascade over you, relaxing you.

Back in your room, you look through your wardrobe. Today is your first day of university and you want to make the right impression. Yous settle on a pair of white, lacy cheeky-bottoms with matching bra, tight white t-shirt and tight hipster jeans. Just the look you were after: jaw-droppingly sexy, but not overly slutty.

You make your way to the kitchen. You just need a coffee to kickstart your day. Melissa is there, leaning against the bench, cradling a mug. Walking past her, you slap her on the rump.
"Aaah! Meanie! Don't punish a poor, overworked girl,"
"Well you will stay up all night, licking pussy,"
"Shut up. First day of uni?"
You pour water into your mug. "Uh-huh. Working today?" Take the first sip.
"Yep. Not 'til later though. I got the good shift. The night shift. Hey, why don't you skip today and help me warm up?"
The though is genuinely tempting, but you know you shouldn't. Besides, you want to see what uni has to offer. "Nah, I'll bring someone home for you on your next day off,"
"Deal,"
You finish your coffee and leave, heading to the bus stop, arse sashaying.