Get Grace Dressed

A glance at your watch tells you it's just after seven o' clock. Carefully, you get out of bed and open your door, peering out cautiously. You're roommate's door is closed at the other end of the landing and listening closely you can hear no noises from downstairs. You look back at Grace's supine form, thinking what best to do as you ease the door shut.

You slide back onto the bed and gently shake her awake. She comes to with a sleepy murmur and nuzzles your face as she wraps one arm around you.

"Mmmmm hello lover," she purrs.

"Grace, you have to listen to me," you say firmly but quietly. "It's morning and I think my roommate is still sleeping. We have to get you out of here now." She looks at you with inviting eyes and you can think of nothing you'd rather do than fuck her wanton little body again but you steel yourself.

"Listen to me Grace. We can fuck again soon, but right now we both need to get dressed quietly. Do you understand?"

"Yes," she replies, giving you a **** nod. You kiss her forehead and pat her rump encouragingly before picking he clothes off the floor, and grabbing your own. You quickly pull on your shirt and pants and look down at the teen buttoning her shirt.

"You stay here for a minute," you whisper to her. "I'm going downstairs to check if he's there. If he's not we'll sneak you out. Do you have a roommate?"

"Yes but she doesn't get here until today," she whispers her reply. You smile and nod, thankful for at least one small mercy. You leave your room, quietly shutting the door behind you, then tiptoeing downstairs. It takes less than a minute to discover than the ground floor is empty, and another minute to tiptoe upstairs.

Looking at your roommates door, you tiptoe to it and listen. You hear nothing for a moment, then convince yourself you hear the sound of light snoring. With a relieved grin you go back to your bedroom to get Grace.