Skip ahead to Friday

You wake up still tired, feeling the strain of working overtime the previous night. However, your mood is lightened when you check your phone lying on your bedroom table. Friday is finally here!

These last few days have been uneventful, as you have been busy with a hectic week at work, and Rachel has been occupied by her studies and her job.

You have to admit to being more than a little excited for Scott's party. The fact that your gorgeous housemate is attending is not exactly dampening that excitement.

You step into the shower and let the water pour down your back. Again, this beautiful, busty brunette invades your mind. Your tired mind starts to wander, and you can't help but fantasize about her being in the shower with you. Though you realize that jacking off will likely only further contribute to your tiredness in the end, you start slowly stroking your cock, picturing that it is Rachel's hand, and not your own, doing the work. You imagine that beautiful face smiling at you, as your left hand touches the small of her back, while your right hand caresses one of her large, firm breasts. You plant your lips on her neck, and she moans and closes her eyes as she seductively whispers your name...

"John!"

That was definitely not a whisper. You wake up from your tired morning fantasy, as the voice you were just fantasizing about again calls your name through the bathroom door.

"John!"

"What's up, Rachel?" you respond, your tired brain panicking that she would somehow know that she had just interrupted you in rubbing one out to the thought of her.

"Oh, did I startle you?" she chuckles. "Sorry, John." In your already aroused state, her laugh is even more intoxicating than usual. "I just have to leave a little early for a lecture today, so I would appreciate if you don't take one of those famous 45-minute showers of yours."

"Eh, sure, Rachel" you promise, still worried that she somehow would know what you had been doing.

"Great, thanks! Still a little sleepy, are we?" she suggests. You're infinitely grateful that she can't see your burning cheeks.

Or your raging hard-on.

"I haven't even had a single line of coke yet this morning, what are you expecting?" you joke back, trying to change the subject.

"Oh my, Tony Montana! I'll make sure to spare some for you then, and not just snort all of it again," she laughs.

"No, but seriously, you want a cup of coffee?" she wonders. "Or ten?" she adds, chuckling.

"You ready to leave?" you ask through the closed door to the bathroom, letting some impatience show in your voice despite yourself.

"In a second, John" Rachel responds, obviously a little stressed out herself.

You honestly have no reason to be impatient, as Scott and Lisa are not the types to get offended if you arrive a bit late. Still, you have been excited for the party for this entire week, and that excitement has only been amplified since coming home from work today. You're beyond eager to get going. There is, of course, one major reason for this excitement, and she's standing on the other side of that door. You mentally kick yourself for your rude tone...

Suddenly, the bathroom door opens.

"Holy shit..." you mumble under your breath before you can stop yourself.

Rachel is dressed in a short black dress, showing off a substantial amount of her impressive cleavage, while also giving you a good view of her breathtaking legs. You admire her narrow waist and wide hips, as you feel your cock grow in your pants. Her long, dark hair perfectly frames her high cheekbones and large, beautiful eyes. She is in no uncertain terms the hottest woman you have ever seen.

You consider apologizing for your crude comment, but Rachel's own reaction stops you. She giggles at your amazed facial expression and then gives you a genuine smile. Could that even be... desire you see in those gorgeous eyes?

"You're not looking so bad yourself..." she seductively answers in a low voice, making your already cloudy mind get even cloudier.

"But come on, we really should get going," she adds in a lighter tone, still smiling.