Make breakfast

I woke up, groggily, at around 9:30 the next morning. Allie was still sleeping soundly in her bed. For a few moments I watched the rise and fall of her chest under the covers, listening to the soft sounds of her breath, before deciding that was actually quite a weird thing to be doing.

I picked up my phone from the bedside table next to my bed and automatically opened Instagram. I started looking for my new flatmates -- first Laura, then Emily and Allie -- but without success. There were just too many people with their names. I'd have to find a way to ask for their usernames later.

After swiping away a few notifications -- mostly spam emails -- I finally summoned up the courage to drag myself out of bed. I pulled the curtain slightly to one side, recoiling from the harsh daylight as my eyes adjusted, and checked the window opposite. The blind was raised, giving me a clear view of the mystery girl's bed and the wall behind, but the room appeared to be empty. I let the curtain fall back into place and headed for the door, stopping myself when I realised the tent in my boxers might not be welcomed by my new flatmates.

I gently ran my fingers over the fabric covering the head of my cock and contemplated touching myself, but one look over at Allie's sleeping form reminded me why that might not be the best idea. Instead, I tucked it into the waistband of my boxers and pulled on a white t-shirt before emerging into the common area, where Laura and Jack were already engaged in conversation.

She sat cross-legged on a sofa, wearing tartan-patterned pyjama bottoms, a slightly oversized pink t-shirt, and -- quite clearly -- no bra. Her breasts hung freely to around the bottom of her ribs, her high nipples forming two small bumps in the material. The left was, as we had learnt last night, pierced with a small bar. My cock twitched against the waistband of my boxers and I had to work hard to pull my eyes away.

Jack, meanwhile, wore a pair of small jersey shorts around his hairy, muscular thighs, and a grey t-shirt that seemed to be a size or so too small. I assumed this was a deliberate choice to accentuate his large but untoned muscles.

"Morning!" Laura greeted me chirpily, lowering her cup of tea and smiling up at me. "Sleep well?"

"Yeah, thanks." I replied, surprised by the hoarseness of my own voice. "About as well as could be expected. You?"

"Like a log. How's Allie?"

"Still out like a light. Definitely alive though -- I've heard her snoring."

"Well that's good news. Bet she feels rough today though." Laura paused to take a sip from her mug. "Kettle's just boiled if you want some."

I poured myself a cup of coffee as Laura and Jack resumed their conversation, which seemed to consist of small talk about their old schools and home towns.

"Hey," I said to get their attention. "I was thinking of making some pancakes, if you fancy it?"

This got the expected (positive) response, so I went ahead and started measuring out the ingredients, taking the sticker off my new frying pan and figuring out how the hob worked.

However, I only got a few bites into my pancake before I heard a quite unpleasant sound from my room, followed by the flushing of a toilet.

"Sounds like Allie's up," said Jack with a sympathetic grimace.