A knock on the door

You wake to sunlight tickling your eyelids and a timid yet persistent knocking on the door. Allison shields her eyes from the light with her hand, then rolls over to bury her face into your chest with a groan. You are about to do the same when the voice behind the door finally registers in your head; it's Trish!

"John, are you in there?" pleads Trish's satiny voice, "you promised me lunch, and I won't leave until you pay up."

Your clothes are scattered all over the room, but in moments you're almost dressed, shouting "Just a sec, just a sec!" and jumping around the room in an attempt to get your shorts on. Allison stares at you doing this, and sighs. In the corner of your eye you see her throw off the covers as you look for the T shirt you had last night, but don't put any thought into it until the sound of the door unlocking whirls you around. Allison stands, regal in her nakedness, at the door. Behind her you can see Trish standing there with stunned eyes. Silence lengthens, and Trish seems more awkward in her tight yellow T shirt and jeans than Allison does in her sweat and cum.

Finally Allison walks past Trish into the hall, calling back an "I'm gonna take a shower." at your stunned faces. Standing there staring at each other, the questions finally break out.

"Wait Trish I can explain"

"John what the hell is going on?!"

"I didn't plan to-"

"-what do you mean you didn't-"

"-hey i'm a gu-"

"THAT'S NO EXCUSE!"

"c'mon Trish what would you have-"

"I'd have waited a day for the girl planning to-"

"-done I mean she was so hot and I just threw it out-"

"-oh fuck you John. I can't believe I was gonna have s-"

"-and who are you to question me abo... wait...was gonna what?" You say, her words sinking in.

Trish stares back at you, cheeks flushed, chest heaving. She's much, much more beautiful than you remembered. She starts to bite her lower lip and lower her eyes.

A rush of memories about Trish comes rushing back. Ice skating together outside your houses. Kissing each other for a dare when you were both eight. Masturbating for the first time, peeking through the blinds at her changing her clothes. Feeling like too much of a friend to ask her out.

"forget it," Trish says, "I'm sorry I mentioned it. So lunch is out?" she asks, glancing down the hall to where Allison disappeared.