You knock

"Just a minute, I'm.. cumming!" Belinda call from inside.

You wait awkwardly outside the door for a moment as the moans get loader. Even though you can't see anything, your mind is painting you a pretty vivid picture of what's going on a scant few feet away from you.

You cross your hands in front of yourself, absentmindedly hiding the erection that is now screaming to be dealt with. When you accidentally brush the head of your cock through the fabric you just about go weak in the knees when you realize how close you are already.

You steady yourself against the door frame a little harder than you anticipate, and the resulting thump causes the moans inside to stop.

You hear Belinda groan. "Alright alright, already. Keep your pants on, I was just-"

The door flies open and there stands Belinda, in nothing but a t-shirt and a pair of hastily rearranged of panties that don't seem to have been tugged over quite far enough.

"Or rather, keep your _skirt _on, I should say. Damn Parker, you look hot!" Belinda exclaims. "Our moms sure did a great job on that make-over. I bet my mom is just itching to... wait.." Her eyes suddenly light up. "But if you're here that must mean you're here to help me tonight!"

She dives in for an excited hug. "Oh thankyouthankyouthankyou, Parker!" She presses her body against you, and if she didn't already see your erection before, she definitely feels it now.

Acknowledging this, she presses her hips forward and rubs herself against your crotch. "And if you're going to help me, then it's only fair that I help you too. Deal?"