No way! Rat her out.

You clear your throat and Sadie gives you a 'don't you dare' look.

"Hey Diiiaaane!" You say.

Sadie growls at you. "Jerk! Idiot!"

You can hear Diane laughing on the other end. She's practically shouting. "I knew you two would hook up!"

Sadie gives up and puts her on speaker.

"Where are you two?"

"Upstairs. Just messing around a little," you say. "You shoulda told me Sadie's a bonifide hottie. I would have just skipped the party."

Sadie is practically seething.

"Anyway," Diane says. "I'm gonna take your buddy home with me. Can you take care of Sadie for me? We have this agreement--"

"What? No," Saidie says. "Why do YOU get dibs on the house?"

"I have my reasons. Later!" Diane hangs up.

Sadie tackles you and straddles you on the bed. "You! I can't believe you told her that."

"Told her what? I just said we messed around. She doesn't know about your tits, right?"

"R-right."

"So what's the problem? Just come over and hang out. If you're mad or whatever, it's not like we have to have sex. I'm a gentleman."

"Yeah. Gentleman my ass." Sadie says. "But I do need a place to stay."

You smile up and her, putting your hands on her hips. "But since you're in such a frisky mood..."

She smacks you on the chest. It makes her tits jiggle alluringly. "I'm not." The blush on her face betrays her words. She steps off you go about re-binding herself.

It might be a rocky walk home, but Sadie is coming back with you. You have time to smooth things over.