You make it in time

You continue on the path, keeping a watchful eye out for anyone else on a late evening stroll. Thankfully, you don't see anyone else on your side of the street. A few people across the street give curious glances to the barefoot girl speedwalking through the neighbourhood, but you manage to avoid confrontation.

The address is for an old house, similar to others around it. This part of town is known for student housing, and it's likely that this house is being rented by a group of students. You groan internally. What does Erica have in store for you tonight? You almost hesitate, but you've gone through too much to be late now, so you rush up to the door and knock rapidly. The sound of music is playing from inside, but you still hear your breath ragged in your chest from the physical exhaustion, both from getting here so quickly and your constant **** arousal.

A shorter girl opens the door. Her face is flushed and she leans on the door, clearly at least tipsy. She slowly looks you up and down, then meets your gaze with a grin. "Hey, I'm Kelly. You're here for Erica, right?" You nod. "Then follow me!" She turns and you follow. She leads you down a hallway towards the sound of music and talking. At the end of the short hallway is a surprisingly large living room. A couch adorns one wall, and there are comfy armchairs around as well. Most seats are occupied by college girls you don't recognize, but everyone cheers when you walk in. "See girls, I knew she'd be here!" Erica sits across from you, in an armchair. She's clearly just as tipsy as the girl who answered the door. Come to think of it, everyone there other than you looks like they're a few drinks under. There are six girls in total, with all eyes on you. You ignore the stares, and look at Erica pleadingly.