Two Enlightening Encounters

As you approach your room, you see something. Welp, maybe you will get the Julius Caesar after all.

At your door, Olivia and Erica stand. They are not openly holding knives, but they aren't exactly smiles and friendship either. The only clue is what Erica holds in her hand. The vacuum cleaner.

Olivia speaks up. "Erica needs to clean your room. She needs you in there because apparently the app isn't satisfied until the room's owner thinks its clean. I'm here to make sure you don't try any funny stuff."

Shocked, you soon come to the most logical statement. "Fine, I'll stay on my bed, my back to my headboard. You don't need to clean the sheets do you?"

Erica looks scared, but stammers out a response. "No... probably not... unless they're dirty. Then, uh, maybe?" Well, you had masturbated twice today. Well, only one of them was on the bed, right, and you used a sock.

"All right. Then move out of the way first, and I'll go into my room and check your work or whatever." They look at each other, before they both move. With them out of arm's reach, you go to the entrance of your room, enter it, and walk to the bed.

Erica walks in, leaving the door open, as Olivia sits outside. She turns on the vacuum and begins to vacuum your room. It is not quite thorough enough for the most exacting cleanliness, but you don't want to be a dick. You already felt guilty about what the app had done to her today. In the course of 24 hours, she had gone from having a job she didn't like, to having her breasts fill up and her milk being drank and god knows what other things. So as she turns off the vacuum, you feel satisfied. But then she bends over.

She puts on the small narrow attachment to the vacuum, and she bends over, vacuuming beneath your computer desk. As she does, her skirt rides up. You can see her ass is still slightly pink, and there is some metal thing down there...

"Hey asshole, where are you looking?" Olivia yells, standing up off of the wall, walking forward a few steps.

"Just checking her work. I'm guessing that she needs to vacuum in the hard to reach places?" Erica answers, wanting it over with. "Yes..." It is a small answer, a pitiful answer. You turn your eyes away from her, feeling guilty.

She stands up soon. She takes something from the hall, a wet cloth, and runs it along every surface. After that is done, she goes to your hamper. She lifts it, feeling it's weight. She looks at you, cursing you silently with her eyes, before she walks to the laundry closet off of the kitchen. She soon returns, placing back your hamper.

"Is there any other cleaning you want me to do?" You see her take her phone, kissing its screen. Of course, she could see her number go up if the job is done. That's probably why Olivia isn't actively helping her, maybe she only got half credit for a room. "No, that's fine." With that, she smiles, before she walks away. She closes the door behind her.

You sit there, wondering whether she's finished cleaning the house with all that's happened to her today. And then, as you take out your phone to check, you hear a small knock at your door.

You don't even think about it, though with the air of paranoia currently infesting the house, maybe you should. "Come in."

Rebecca enters, closing the door behind her. She looks at you as you stand from your bed. "Um, I want to talk about that whole thing earlier. I mean, I'm pre-med, I sort of know how bad anti-histamines can be, even ones with euphoric effects. Sedating anti-histamines tend to push you to be drowsier and drowsier, or make you nauseous. So I don't think you should've been that worried..."

Her words die in her throat as you hug her, tightly. "I don't care about that any more. I don't care that you stole them. I don't care that you didn't tell me. I don't care that you could've died. I only care about that hurt look that you showed me. That fear. So, do you really forgive me? I know you might've just said that so that I didn't end up locked outside. I know you didn't have time to think about..."

This time it is her turn to shush you, by putting her finger on your lips. "I... I was scared. But after I left, I realized that you didn't mean to shove me quite as hard as you did. You were scared, like I was scared. It's..."

She stops. You hold her, but she doesn't continue. But you don't care about such mysteries in the moment. Instead, you try to answer the big mystery.

"So, while I was thinking about what I had done, what really made me angry... I thought that I'd hurt you, that you would never be able to look at me the same way again. And that broke my heart. I... I think I might love you."

This breaks the dam in her mouth, in her heart. "I love you too!" And she jumps on you, her lips reaching yours, kissing yours, as she holds you tight, so tight that you think you might burst. But you hold her even tighter. The two of you cling to each other, the waves of the future uncertain, but one that you can navigate together.

The kiss is deep, passionate, as the two of you make up for all of that lost time, your desires aflame. Finally, the kiss breaks, as Rebecca pushes her face above your shoulder, her cheek against yours. She is crying, you can feel it on your cheek.

"Is everything ok?" You ask, afraid that maybe she was already regretting it.

"No, it's just that I'm so happy." Your hands move along her back trying to comfort her, as her tears continue to flow.