Hell no, I ran out the door.

I was horny and he was super hot, but there was no way I was going to have a threesome with Michelle. A million thoughts ran through my head, many of which were violent towards my roommate, but I'm sad to say that I instead opted for 'run out the door crying'.

Unfortunately, it wasn't until the family who lives across from me stared at me intently did I realize that I was still wearing my sexy chemise and frilly panties, giving them a very innapropriate cabaret show.

My disgust for Michelle and Brian (and my pride...mostly my pride) refused to allow me to march back inside so soon, so instead I ran to upstairs to my friend Kendra's apartment. Kendra was a nice girl that I didn't hang out with nearly as much as I'd like, mostly due to the fact she was almost always constantly occupied with her boyfriend Keith.

Praying that Keith wasn't there and Kendra was all by her lonesome, I knocked on the door desperately, my hands on my ass trying to cover myself to the passing old creepy guy who was taking a very slow walk past me.