Unexpected audience

Claudia and I froze in the front hallway, like two teens caught sneaking back home after curfew. Two women were sitting on a living room couch, their TV show forgotten as something much more interesting was happening in their house. "Hey, Claudia. Who's your friend?" The redhaired one asked, tucking some of her short, stray hairs behind her ear and hugging her knees tighter to her tiny chest.

"Yeah...we've never seen you with such a...Man before." The tall, brunette observed, obvious approval painted her angular face.

"Oh! Hey, girls. I didn't expect you to be home." The panicking girl hoped her roommates would be out already, trying to find even half the man leaning into her arms. She noticed them looking him over intently, and she hugged him closer, putting herself between the women and their prey. "This is-" she gulped, never having gotten her rescuer's name. She looked at me desperately.

"Nathan." I blurted, grabbing yet another pop culture reference. "We know each other because-" my turn to look ****.

"Because he's in my art class! Yep, we make art together! In class. As students." Wow she's as good at ad libbing as me. "So we're just gonna be in my room. Making art. Cuz we're art students." She urged me onward to her room upstairs, hiding her blushing face in my chest.

"Well, you two have fun. Nathan, look me up if you're ever looking for another canvas to 'make art' on." The raven-haired woman winked at me, and I felt Claudia's grip tighten on my shirt, hurrying us faster. The tan one turned to the pale redhead. 'Muscles.' She mouthed, miming a bulging bicep. 'Cock.' The red-head mouthed back, miming a sizable gap between her palms. They giggled to themselves as we ran up the stairs. The last thing I was able to hear was something about 'volunteering as nude models.'

Claudia slammed her door, trying to hide her shameful tears from her roommate's teasing. She gingerly set me down on her small bed, running to her desk. She rummaged through the drawers looking for something. I heard her sniffling as she subtly dried her cheeks. "And I thought I had bad friends." I offered my sympathy, trying to keep up the wise-cracking hero.

"Oh, it's nothing." She chuckled softly, feeling silly in front of the handsome Stranger, Nathan. "They just assume there's no chance of anything between us. I'm not competition to those girls." She had found what she was looking for: a first aid kit. "Wait here. I need some more things from the bathroom. And um...youshouldprobablytakeyourshirtoff..." She stood up as fast as the blush filled her cheeks, and she scampered out the bedroom. I heard her yelling at her roommates who, it seemed, had been trying to listen through the door.

"Wow, Nathan, hardly 2 hours after losing your last girl, you're in another one's bed. I was afraid you might be a basic Ringmaster. And you did it with like 5 commands." I could hear Jeanie rummaging through the blonde's closet. "Ok so how are we sealing the deal? The pulpy romance stuff worked to get us here, but it's time to turn it into the porn parody." She emerged from the closet and tossed herself on the bed next to me, sprawled across both sides as well as titfucking my shoes.

"Honestly Jeanie, I didn't expect to make it this far. She's gonna want to know about this ring and is definitely expecting some kind of power demonstration." My mind raced to think of a believable plot.

"Cool it, Tarantino. This sex stuff is more my speed. Here, I thought up some magic mumbo jumbo for the ring. You improv the rest." She produced a single notecard from her tit storage, tossed it my way, and hopped up to 'hide' behind a lamp in the corner of the room. I examined the card as the bedroom door opens again. Claudia returned, eyes slightly puffy. She had a basin of water and a few white towels.

"Ok," she blushed. "Time to take care of you. Your wounds!" She dragged a chair over to my side of the bed. She placed the water bowl on her nightstand, letting a towel soak. "Oh, you didn't take off your shirt yet..." She sucked her lower lip into her mouth, nibbling idly as her eyes roamed my injured body. "Do you...need my help?" Her eyes gazed up from her lowered head, eager for my answer. Her shirt was still disheveled and her blushing breasts rose quicker under my gaze.

"If you don't mind." I chuckled weakly, flinching at the still painful injuries from my helpful makeup department. "Guess this isn't my lucky shirt anymore." Hero quips are easy when you're not in actual danger. I sat higher up on the bed, preparing to be tended to.

Claudia was staring at my chest intently, undressing me with her eyes before she realized it wasn't actually happening. "Yes! I mean, no I don't mind at all." She stood up eagerly, not worried about embarrassing herself anymore, not when it's just Him. She knew the part she had to play; she read it a million times before, imagined herself in this role. She leaned over tenderly, her breasts swinging as she gingerly reached for the hem of my shirt. There was a slight tremor to her hands, shocked that her fantasies were finally coming true. She slowly rolled my shirt higher, teasing herself for the visual to come. I was just as shocked as she was to finally see the athletic body below my shirt. She sucked her breath quickly in admiration, careful to remove the torn shirt without contacting my injuries. She leaned forward, practically on top of me now, her breasts occasionally swinging across my torso as she pulled my head through the shirt and finally exposed my upgraded form. I noticed Jeanie peeking over the foot of the bed, drooling, a physical representation of Claudia's feelings. She tossed my shirt into Jeanie's face, and I had to pass my laugh off as a wince. Jeanie cursed up a storm about the 'bimbo bookworm', who was now noticing the notecard I held. "What's that?" She asked wondrously, expecting sincere magic at this point.