Meeting the Roommate

You and Annabeth fell asleep after the last bout of sex, only to wake up sometime later to her sucking on your cock. This lead to another round of sex, followed shortly by another nap, in which you woke her up, by fingering her pussy while sucking on her nipple. Despite this course of events, you decide to get out of bed around 8 a.m., carefully disengaging yourself from Annabeth so you don't wake her from her blissful slumber.

The first thing you do is relieve yourself, followed up with taking a long shower. Most of the time, you don't take more than 5, perhaps 10 minutes. Today, you take twice that long, allowing the hot water to soothe you. You grab a towel out of her towel cupboard and begin to dry yourself. As you open the door, you are hit with the sounds and smells of breakfast being made. You step out of the bathroom and begin picking up your's and Annabeth's clothes.

"That smells great, but you really didn't have to do that," you say to Annabeth.

"It's for me anyway, you'll have to get your own breakfast," answered not Annabeth.

You freeze from where you're picking up your jacket and look over to the kitchen to see who you assume is Annabeth's roommate. "Uh... Hi?"

She giggles at your discomfort, but also looks you over appreciatively since all you're currently wearing is a towel. She then introduces herself cheerfully. "Hi! I'm Britney!"

"James," you reply blushingly.

"I didn't think Beth would ever bring a guy home," she states, obviously fishing for gossip.

You shrug. "It was kinda a spur of the moment thing."

"So what led my spinster roommate to bring some random guy home with her?" Britney inquired.

"Give me a moment to get dressed, and I'll let you grill me as long as you want," you reply, very discomforted by talking to your... Companion's roommate in nothing but a towel. You wisely then tactically retreat as Britney laughs at you. Your hasty retreat causes Annabeth to stir from her slumber.

"Something smells good," Annabeth commented.

"Your roommate is making herself breakfast," you tell her as you start to get dressed.

Annabeth groans at the news. "She'll never let me live this down."

"Well, it could have been worse," you reply.

"How so?"

"I could have walked out there naked," you comment with a grin. "It was mortifying enough being out there with just a towel on."

Annabeth giggles at that.

The grin leaves your face as you have one important issue to discuss. "What do we tell her about us?"

"What did you tell her so far?" Annabeth asks.

"Only that you didn't plan on bringing me home last night," you tell her.

"Except, I kinda had," Annabeth comments.

"Oh, Uh... Huh," you eloquently say, causing Annabeth to actually laugh at your dumbfounded expression. You shake your head to clear your thoughts. "Anyway, does she know about..."

"No," Annabeth replies, knowing that you're refering to whether or not Britney was aware of her abilities. "So what do you want us to be?"

You are filled with trepidation as you are unsure at how to answer that question. "I'd like to think we're at least friends, all things considered."

It was obvious to you right from the get go that Annabeth had a lot more feelings invested in you well before she even met you than you had in her currently. If you'd been in your right state of mind, you might not have slept with her the previous evening. Not without at least trying to get to know her a bit better. Whether or not you'd have been successful in your goal would have been determined by how vigorously Annabeth wanted to get you into her bed. In all honesty, you doubt that night would have gone any different.

Annabeth's smile makes you feel much, much better. "Friends is a good starting point." She then proceeded to pull the blanket off her body and you can't helpo but stare. "See something you like?" she teases.

You snort in amusement. "You know I do."

"Think I could talk you into another round?" Annabeth asks leadingly.

"Without a doubt," you say breathlessly, torn between finishing getting dressed and tearing off your clothes to take Annabeth right then and there.

Annabeth's smile holds a less the subtle hint of promise. "Later. For now, distract Brit while I go take a shower of my own."

"Sure thing," you say with an odd mix of relief and disappointment.