Parisa II

When you re-enter your room, Parisa is dressed in a lacy pink babydoll. It accentuates her figure in amazing ways, emphasizing her average B-cup boobs, cascading down to her narrow waist and ending just below her hips. Your gaze is instantly drawn to what's between her legs, but regretfully, it's covered with a bright pink thong.

She's staring at the bed, staring at the ground intently.

"Hello," you say nervously.

"How was your dinner?" her voice is harder than you expected. You shudder. She probably knows. Or heard something

"Good," you say. Deciding it's best not to lie, you add on, "I had sex with Kim."

Parisa sighs. "It's okay really. I get that you were... worked up after I left you in that state."

"I'm sorry," you say, not knowing how things will go.

"No, no, it's fine," she says. "It's not like we are a couple or anything. I've got no right to be jealous at all."

You consider your response. You would have dropped the topic instantly an hour ago, but the sex with Kim has emboldened you. And it's obvious from her disappointment that Parisa has some amount of feelings for you at the very least.

You take a deep breath.

"No, you do," you say. "You're my roommate. My best friend in this school so far. And more than a friend to me, in fact. What I did was wrong."

Her breath catches in the throat.

"Parisa? Will you be my girlfriend?" you ask.

She lets out the breath, and for the next few seconds, the room descends into silence, the only thing you can hear the beating of your heart as you await her reply.

She doesn't move. You can almost see the gears moving in her head, weighing everything you've done for her against your transgressions with Kim.

After what seems like forever, she looks up.

"No, not yet," she says. "But I will forgive you."

Bitter disappointment washes over you. But you take heart at her choice of diction. 'Not yet' can only mean she intends to someday, right?

"Okay," you say, trying not to let your sadness deep through into your words. "That's fine. Friends, for now."

It is as if she can read your mind. Parisa smiles at you.

"For now," she says, echoing your words. "I'm sorry. What you did with Kim annoyed me, but I can see why you did what you did. And after what Victor did to me... I don't think I can handle a real relationship so soon."

"Of course," you say. "I understand."

"There's one more thing," Parisa adds. "Will you sleep with me tonight? I... don't feel safe. Not after what Victor did."

"Of course," you say. "That's what friends are for!"