The next day.

It’s Saturday morning and Tiffany is still under her covers stressing over what happened yesterday. She stares at her phone holding it above her face and wonders if she should contact Linda. Despite how embarrassed she feels Tiffany dearly wishes to talk to her friend, and she has a terrible curiosity to find out how things escalated so quickly. But Tiff knows she must be careful about how to proceed. She’s terrified of permanently damaging their friendship, if it hasn’t already been irreparably harmed.

Suddenly her phone vibrates! Tiffany is spooked and drops her phone on her face. She quickly picks it up and sees that she received a message. It’s a text from Linda!

Linda: Hi. Good morning Tiff. Do you want to hang out today? We can come to my place if you want

Tiffany becomes flustered. Her heart beats powerfully in her chest. She takes a few deep breaths and then replies.

Tiffany: Yeah. I’ll come over after I get ready

A reply quickly follows:

Linda: Cool. Don’t feel rushed and take as much time as you need

Tiffany rushes into the bathroom. She quickly strips and hops into the shower. Normally on a morning like this when no one else needs to bathe Tiff would take her time masturbating under the warm running water. This time though she showers quickly yet thoroughly.

After her shower Tiff goes back to her room to get dressed. She opens her closet to grab a pale purple t-shirt and a pair of blue capri pants. As she is pulling the pants off the rack one of her skirts falls to the floor. Tiff anxiously stares at the light blue skirt on the ground. She scrunches her face contemplating. Tiff wonders if it would be appropriate and worries about the impression it could leave. In the end she picks up the skirt and puts it away.

* * * * *

Tiffany soon arrives at Linda’s place. Standing in front of the door she trembles hovering her finger over the doorbell. She swallows her fear and rings it. As soon as she does panic surges through her whole being, and she turns on her heel to run away. In that very same second the door is instantly opened. A serious-faced Linda stands on the other side. Tiffany shrieks.

“Tiff! I’m so glad you’re here!” Linda says clasping her hands and looking happier than she’s ever been. She’s wearing a gray scoop neck top and black athletic shorts.

“Come in. Let’s hang out in my room.”

Tiffany feels an awful blend of intrigue and dread as she walks in.