A strangely familiar face

The door opens to reveal a girl in her late teens, wearing a black long-sleeved hoodie, a vibrant pink skirt which is so short that it nearly qualifies as a belt, and tennis shoes.

The eyes of the teenager eyes go wide as the door opens, just in time for another stream of semen to spray from your cock across the face of the woman kneeling in front of you, and she gasps. The woman who was sucking on your cock gasps with pleasure, not yet noticing the girl watching you.

You feel yourself going red, trying desperately to summon the words to explain the situation to the girl, when her face splits open with an expression of glee. "Going down, I take it," she cracks, with a fierce giggle. Her voice sounds very familiar, and now that you notice it, her face does too.

"Oh!" says the woman, standing up. "Sorry, I was just getting friendly with Mister Spunky here," she says.

"Nice," says the girl, looking at the woman's face and neck, before gazing into her cleavage. The girl then looks to you, letting her eyes drop down to your cock, which is just beginning to lower from the front of your kilt. "Mmmm," she hums.

"Anyway, thanks for that!" the woman says, turning to you. She is a vision, with your semen dripping beautifully down her face and down the sides of her breasts. "I'm Clara, I'm in Fifteen-fifteen," she says, telling you her apartment number. "I'd love to have you over for coffee some time," she says, her voice husky, her eyes dipping back down to your kilt.

"I'm John, Sixteen-oh-nine," you tell her. "Nice to meet you!"

The woman smiles a wolfish smile. "Catch you later, John!" as she strolls away from the elevator, leaving you with the eightteen-ish girl. She turns to look at you, smiling at you awkwardly, seeming to hope for something but not being sure how to proceed.

Your memory is really bugging you. She looks very familiar. Then it clicks: her resemblance to your friend and neighbour down the hall. "I hope you don't mind if I ask --- are you related to Amy?"

Her eyes widen. "Yeah! I'm her sister, actually. How do you know Amy?"

"I'm her friend from university, and she's my neighbour," you explain.

"Oh, you're *that* John!" she says brightly. "I probably should have -- um -- nevermind. Uh, my name's Liz," she stammers, smiling but blushing slightly. Her hand reaches for the zip on her hoodie, which she begins pulling at nervously.

"Um," she says, looking down at your kilt involuntarily. "I don't want to keep you here. Were you going somewhere?"