"How'd he get in?"

It's unclear how he managed to take her underwear if the door was supposed to be locked. "It was locked, right? The door?" You ask. Out of habit you glance towards your still very wet friend whose face is flushed a beet red, before quickly snapping your attention away and letting out a single cough.

"Of course, I wouldn't leave it open with that creep in the apartment!" Sam huffs, you hear the ruffle of fabric, likely caused by her crossing her arms. Well she doesn't seem to care that I am in, good to know.

"So then..." You mull over your next words thoughtfully, the implications leaving an uneasy feeling in your stomach. "How'd he get in?" You ask. Sam is silent. A worried frown casts over her face.

"He might've broke the lock?" You look closely at the door's lock. There's no sign of damage... Maybe she just forgot? No. Definitely not with Charlie living with her. "What if he could get into my room at night?" She asks while fidgeting from foot to foot. You push down the carnal thoughts that threaten to break out regarding the matter and try to focus on the current issue.

"The lock's still there and still works." You demonstrate by turning the lock back and forth. "He might have some tools to get in." Sam finally begins to settle down and just stares at you intently, slightly biting her bottom lip. Half glazed, deep blue eyes, drink in your crouched frame. From her angle she is able to see everything and that thought alone makes your not-fully-erect cock to twitch. There's a sharp intake of air followed by a deafening silence. You're not even sure if it was from yourself or Sam.

"Michael..." Her husky tone breaks the quiet. "Maybe you should get dressed first, then we can talk." She continues, voice levelling out, while looking away. Maybe I could make a move? Probably shouldn't. Not with what just happened to her. Then again she might be feeling a little turned on from the tension...

"I still need to take a shower." You reply slowly, turning around while no longer covering yourself. She looks down at your crotch which causes it to throb again.

"Yeah. All yours, just hurry up." With a huff she collects her remaining clothes, her still-flushed face taking a shade darker. She looks as though she's about to say something but bites her lip to stop herself, and instead brushes past you on her way out, her smooth wet skin tickling your arm from the smallest contact. Damn.

You quickly take a shower all the while making sure you don't think about Sam in the shower, or joining you in the shower, or getting on her knees outside- You set the temperature slightly colder than comfortable and finish up. Upon stepping out of the shower you see a fresh towel on the shelf. Looks like I forgot to lock the door. You go back to your room to dry off and change into some actual clothes. Ravenwood college's uniform which consisted of a cadet grey blazer with green highlights around the rim, a plain crisp white shirt with the top button undone and carbon grey trousers.

You head back to the living room. Sam is in her room which is closed, and probably locked. "Sam you ready?"