Offer to stay with Bao

Bao seems frightened. You hope that this isn’t a super elaborate CCL prank.

“Do you want me to stick around?” you ask. “Not in a weird way,” you assure her.

She nods vigorously. You enter the room and close the door. Bao has the lamp beside the bed turned on, and her bible is sitting there. You sit down in the armchair with a sigh. This isn’t a bad room, it’s just too small. It’s perfect for a guest, but a pledge or an officer has their own stuff, and you can’t fit any stuff in here.

It’s a little dusty, but you can’t blame Becka. This house is way too big to just have one housekeeper, but what can you do? You heard that CCL’s finances are tight right now.

Now that you’re awake and out of horny mode, you have to respond to Bao’s **** body language.

“I hope we didn’t freak you out or do anything out of line,” you tell her. “It was just pretty obvious that you like girls. And we hate to see someone who isn’t, you know. Comfortable being herself.”

Bao takes a deep breath and sits on the bed nodding.

“You aren’t feeling guilty, are you?” you ask worriedly.

She doesn’t seem to have an answer for that. It makes sense. She is probably having a lot of thoughts and feelings.

“I’d be mad,” you say.

“Mad?” She looks curious.

“Getting interrupted.” You laugh. “That’s twice tonight that it’s happened to me. Drives me crazy.”

“Sorry,” she murmurs.

“Not your fault,” you say with a yawn.

It’s a little awkward. Moments go by.

“Twice?” Bao says, peering at you.

“It’s not what you think,” you tell her. “It’s not a nonstop orgy of sin here. I was with my girlfriend.”

Bao looks mortified. “Will your girlfriend be upset?”

“What? Oh. No, it’s CCL. She knows we fool around a lot here. Doesn’t mean I care about her any less,” you tell her. “Some people are OK with it, some aren’t. She and I are.”

Bao looks relieved. “Do you I would ever have a girlfriend?”

Is she serious?

“If you’re asking would anyone find you attractive, yes,” you say. “You’re very cute, Bao. You’re so cute that it’s hard for me to sit here and be good and not try to mess with you.”

“Mess with me?”

“I don’t know, tease you,” you reply with a shrug.

Bao has been avoiding your gaze. More awkward time passes.

“What would you do?” she asks.

Oh… you get it. Bao is impressive. She has obviously concluded that if she has to spend the night here, she might as well take advantage of the situation. But she needs you to steer.

“I’d flirt with you,” you say, catching on . “Make a joke. Maybe get you to sit in my lap.”

Bao stands up and walks over. Maybe she hopes that you won’t see her blushing as she turns around and gingerly lowers herself onto your lap. She has guts. You don’t have any clothes that would actually fit her, so all you could give her was that t-shirt. She’s naked underneath it.

Maybe it’s years of pent up gayness, but she’s as horny as any CCL girl. Within minutes she’s got her head leaned back to kiss you as you caress her body and finger her. She wiggles in your lap, and if you stop kissing her she’ll make a lot of noise for such a petite girl.

You have no difficulty giving her an orgasm with your hand, and you feel a deep sense of satisfaction from the way she whimpers and shudders in your arms. Sex isn’t all about orgasms, but it’s important to you that Bao remember this experience positively.

When she recovers enough kiss you again, it’s so wet and **** that you know she isn’t finished.

But it’s your clothes that she’s pulling at, not her own. You find yourself naked on the bed, lying on your back while she’s poised over you, a look of intense concentration on her face as she touches your body, savoring your large breasts and soft belly.

She asks the question with her eyes, and you nod. She touches between your legs. She only needs a little coaching. You’d get off faster if she would concentrate on your clit, but it’s her first time with another girl, so she’s all about feeling inside you.

“That’s right,” you gasp. First her hand is on your belly, then it’s on your breast, squeezing as she strokes you deeply down there, watching your face for your reaction. She gets more worked up as she pushes you closer, and soon she can’t help herself. She’s all but lying on top of you, sucking desperately on your nipple as she thrusts two fingers into your wet folds.

“Mmm,” you groan into her damp hair, the feelings taking over your whole body. You’re so glad to finish what you started earlier tonight. Bao keeps her fingers inside you, staring down as she feels the pressure from your walls contracting. “Oh,” you sigh, putting your arms around her. Looking shocked, but also glowing, she lies down on top of you, her head nestled on your chest.

A sudden thud from overhead shakes dust from the ceiling.

You sit up, startled, and Bao looks up too.

“What the heck?” you say, gently moving her off you and standing up. You pick up your underwear and wiggle into them, then pull your shirt on. You realize how wet your legs are and pick up your jammie pants to wipe them off, looking up again as you hear more sounds. Something is going on up there! “What was that?”

“Are we done?” Bao asks, looking disappointed.

Did she not just hear that?

“I’ll be right back,” you say distractedly, dropping your jammies and leaving the room with your legs bare. This is the second floor. That must’ve come from the attic.

You better check it out, but… should you go like this?

Head up there now?

Or go get dressed?