Invite Bao

“If it’s not cleared up, you can hang out with us tonight,” you offer awkwardly, gesturing weakly at the house. “I mean, we have plenty of room.”

Bao looks appreciative, but still uncomfortable.

“Thank you,” she says, but you see the quick look that Dorothy gives you. Unfortunately, you are not able to read it. What does that look mean? Is she looking like that because you’re suggesting that you and her are going to spend the night together? Is it because your invitation’s too dodgy? Or is it just her acknowledging that she sees what you’re up to and likes it? It could be any of those things! There is such a thing as being too cool, and that is Dorothy’s problem. She makes everything look easy, even cooking seriously tough meals.

But… just in case things work out, you better clean up your room. Right now it’s a mess, probably smells like two girls have been in there naked and masturbating, and there’s a lot of personal stuff out.

“Back in a bit,” you say, slipping out of the kitchen and heading for the stairs. You can put everything away, change the sheets, and you have a couple candles. You can put those out. That’ll be nice. You can open a window for a minute to air it out. Walking into a room smelling like pure, unadulterated womanly lust might be a bit much for Bao…

You open your door to find someone already in your room. She’s holding your laptop, it’s open, and the paused movie scene is playing. On the screen, the two women are now naked and scissoring energetically. It’s not a very realistic movie.

“Hi,” you say.

The tall blonde standing in your room is Lotte, a CCL officer well known for her hardcore pranks and ruthless hazing. She’s a Dutch girl, and very pretty, with a willowy body that still has some nice, soft curves. She looks angelic, but you’ve heard enough to know that’s not how she acts.

“Hi,” she replies.

“What are you doing here?” you ask, closing the door behind you. You don’t need everyone out there to hear the dramatic music and desperately hushed sighs of the actresses in the scene.

“What are you doing here?” she replies.

“I don’t get what you’re saying.” It’s the truth.

“You were not downstairs,” she says in her sexy accent with an innocent smile. “What kind of CCL girl does not want to see the pumpkin queen get fucked?”

Oh, right. You love Ingrid. She’s wonderful. She actually gave you some tips for where to get the best bras for your massive chest. But you were… you know. Doing your thing with Dorothy. Alone time with Dorothy is way more important to you. Besides, there’ll be a video of the pumpkin event. That’s the whole point.

“I…” you say, but you aren’t sure where to go with it. You aren’t sure that it’s a good idea to reveal to Lotte what your priorities are.

She watches you expectantly, a very friendly look on her face. Seconds go by.

The smell is, as you feared, still heavy in the room. It seems safe to assume that Lotte knows what pussy smells like.

She doesn’t blink, she just stares at you.

“Who was in here?” she asks.

Shit.

Tell her truth? Or lie?