Decide against it.

You decide against sleeping with her tonight. She's way too drunk for it to feel right for you, so you stroke her hair a little until she falls asleep without you. Instead, you walk over to your bed and check the time. It's only eight, but between wrestling and your gym sesh, you feel like you could sleep through the next day entirely. You hit the bed like a tonne of bricks, and not long passes before you take your trip to dreamland.

You wake up to somebodies alarm blaring loudly, and slowly you stir from your slumber. You turn your head and you see Robin already up, dressed, and making coffee. She notices you and waves, then points to the coffee machine and raises her eyebrow. You nod and sit up, rubbing your eyes tiredly. Lydia, still deep in sleep, whips her pillow over her head, obviously being attacked by the morning-after gremlins.

You throw some pants on and walk over to the table in the centre of the room, and Robin brings three cups of coffee over to the table, and Claire comes out of the bathroom, dressed in only her underwear, "Oh! I always forget we live with a boy now". She covers herself up, a little half-assedly and you shrug, uncaring. She throws a loose fitting shirt over herself anyways, before sitting next to you. You take a sip from your coffee, forgetting entirely that it's fresh coffee, and so you burn your mouth on it, and the girls laugh quietly. "Glad I can entertain." you smile, and Robin puts some shoes on, "I'm gonna get breakfast, you guys want something?"

You decline, but Claire requests something or other that you didn't care to listen to, and Robin quickly slips out the door. You sit next to Claire watching the steam rise from your joe, before she coughs to get your attention. "Alex, do you want to... help me... again?". You're confused for a couple of moments, before the dots connect, and you nod, maybe too vigorously. Claire doesn't seem to notice/care, and she goes to get the lotion and plants herself in your lap, taking a moment to rub herself against your crotch to either get comfortable, or get you comfortable. She lifts up her shirt and slips off the bra she's wearing, and squirts a little bit of the lotion into your hand. You begin to softly massage the lotion into her breasts, paying special attention to her nipples, and she moans, leaning back into your body.

You massage her for a while, eventually remembering to get the rest of her chest as well, instead of just fiddling around with her nipples, and after massaging her for a little longer than is really neccessary, she begins to tense up in your lap, and you feel her toes curl up against your leg. When you investigate further by leaning your head over her shoulder, you see that she has a hand slipped into her panties. "You naughty little minx." you say, laughing, and Claire laughs too, although slightly inhibited by her subsiding orgasm. "It's your fault, Mr. Pinch," she says in mock anger, referring to your apparently skillful fingerwork.

She pulls her shirt down, and you hesitantly move your hands off her tits, and not a moment too soon, as Robin walks in virtually the second Claire sits back into her chair, with a paper bag in hand. She places the breakfast down on the table in front of her and Claire, and placing a soda off to the side of the table, you assume for Lydia.

Speak of the devil, she wakes up like she was a zombie rising from the grave. She moves some hair out of her face and groans loudly, "Aw fuck!".

Claire and Robin eventually leave to do something for Mrs. Juniper and you sit, nursing your coffee, while Lydia stretches her nude body. "You look fucking beautiful." you blurt out, not even realising you had said it before you close your mouth again. She sighs, "This doesn't excuse you," she plops herself down on the seat in front of you, "and, yeah, I know". You roll your eyes and put your hand in the middle of the table, hoping she will take it, "You don't remember any of what I said last night". She looks back at you, confused, "I... can't either- but trust me, it was good". She finally cracks a smile, but crosses her arms and leaves your hand empty and sitting awkwardly in the middle of the table.

"Robin told me to be honest with you, so I'm just gonna lay it out," you pull your chair closer to the table, "I haven't really thought about how to say this so, excuse that, but... I like you, a lot. You're exciting and funny, you scare me in the best way possible," your voice drops to a loud whisper, "and oh my god, that ass!". She laughs a little again, and her arms unfold. "I'm just not sure I want anything... serious, right now." you look away, afraid that part might upset her, and it seems to, although not as bad as you had dreaded it might have been. You put your other hand onto the table as well, and beckon with both of them, and she rolls her eyes and smiles a little, finally putting her hand in your palm, and you close your other hand around it and hold it tightly, "is that okay?". She nods, "Just... please don't... sleep with Alex", and she all of a sudden gets very serious. "I didn't plan to." you smile, maybe it was half a lie, but you could do that for her, considering all the other things you have going for you.