The local barista

Crawling out of bed, you scan the unfamiliar room for something reflective. You find a full-length mirror to your right. Your heart is racing as you approach the glass.

You approach the mirror with caution. Almost instinctively you peel your shirt down, revealing a perky set of breasts.

You recognize this body: she's the hot barista from your local coffee shop. As the shock wears off you start to inspect the body. You'd never thought you'd see her naked. You quickly throw her pajama top on the floor. With a furtive hestitation, you place a hand over one of her plump breasts.

Suddenly, you hear footsteps in the hall next to your bedroom. You panic - you don't even know this girls name.

You hear a man's voice calling from the other side of the door: "Valerie, get up! It's time for brunch!"

"Uh, just a minute!" You reply.

You take one last glance at your new chest and lightly grope youself.

"Seriously. Valerie. We have to go, they'll be waiting for us."

You regain your focus and begin to scan your room for something to wear: you find a green sundress and slide it on. You've seen her wearing it before so you figure it doesn't look too abnormal.

The man opens the door just as you hook the last button on your pants.

He's wearing nice clothes, he's got nice hair - you can't help but notice that he looks kind of hip. More so than you. You can't help but feel just a tinge of envy.

"Valerie, what the fuck?" He says. "Let's go! Jesus christ."