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"I hope she's alright," I shrugged, tucking back into my pancakes.

Laura and Jack looked at me as if they were waiting for me to say something else.

"Are we all feeling... alright this morning?" I tried.

"Eh," said Jack, putting his hands behind his head and leaning back into his chair. I could have sworn he flexed his biceps. "I'm alright. I don't really get hangovers, I guess I'm just kind of resistant or something."

"I've felt better," Laura said, seeming somehow more honest.

"Well, there's plenty more to come," said Jack. "Freshers' week starts for real tonight - hope you're ready for it! It's gonna be epic."

"I don't know about epic," said Laura, "but yeah, should be fun."

"At least there's no cringe theme tonight," I contributed, picking up the flyer from the coffee table. I had all the events memorised by this point, but somehow acting like I was reading them for the first time felt like playing it cool. The next night was going to be a toga party, apparently, followed by a Western themed night on Wednesday. But tonight was a good old-fashioned Monday club night at the Pink Lettuce.

"I like the themes," said Emily, leaving her room while rubbing sleep from her eyes. She looked hot in her pyjamas, long, smooth legs emerging from tiny pyjama shorts. Like Laura, she didn't seem to be wearing a bra, as her nipples formed bumps in the front of her (unfortunately opaque) grey t-shirt. Not for the first time, I realised how much I was going to enjoy living here.

"Me too," said Jack, his voice pulling my attention away from the long, pale expanse of Emily's thighs.

"Emily, you just missed Sam's pancakes," said Laura, who proceeded to lick the syrup from her knife. My morning wood had mostly subsided by this point, but this brought it right back.

"Damn," Emily replied. "Guess I need to get up earlier in future."

"Pretty presumptuous of you to assume I'll do it again," I said.

"I have my ways of getting what I want." She looked me dead in the eye and twitched an eyebrow before turning away to make a cup of tea. Whether on purpose or otherwise, she thrust her bottom straight in my direction as she bent over the worktop.

"Make me another coffee and I'll consider it."

"Deal."

A few minutes later, she walked cautiously to the seating area carrying two full mugs. She leaned over me to place my coffee on the table in front of me, her soft breasts pressing into my shoulder as she did so. I was sat with one foot up on the sofa, my knee bent, to hide my erection, but I'd be surprised if she didn't see it twitch. Either way, she sat opposite me in a similar position, her legs wide.

It took me a good few minutes to notice that this gave me a view straight up the leg of her shorts, granting me a perfect view of her plump outer lips, covered in a layer of neatly trimmed dark blonde hair. Her actual vulva was hidden from view, though I admit I tried craning my head as much as I felt I could get away with to try and catch a glimpse. I probably wasn't very subtle.

Did she know? Should I tell her?

I pondered these questions as I sipped my coffee, trying to hide the throbbing erection in my boxers and wishing I'd worn something a bit more substantial. I wasn't used to living with girls (apart from my older sister, but she wasn't, like, a girl to me, if you know what I mean), so these sights were new and strangely thrilling to me.

At some point, Tim emerged from his bedroom. I don't think I even noticed him enter, but to be fair I wasn't really paying very much attention to my surroundings, being too busy trying not to look like I was staring at Emily's display. What I could see of her lip looked slightly swollen and pink through the layer of hair, and I committed the sight perfectly to memory. I don't think I made very good conversation in the process, though.

Eventually, Emily finished her cup of tea, placed her mug on the table, put her foot back on the floor, and sprang upright. I could have sworn I saw a little smirk on her face as she looked at me before returning to her bedroom to change. Laura followed a few minutes later, leaving me sat with Jack and Tim as I finished my now-cold coffee.