Shrug it off then go to sleep

Was it some sort of joke? It was a weird one, then. Too unbelievable, and even if he was to buy it the phrasing suggested he was expected to change nothing in his behaviour. On the opposite, he was meant to wait for them to make a move. Maybe the actual prank was planned for tomorrow? But it meant the girls' commitment to it was higher than the attention they ever gave him since they moved together, and he didn't really know what could have triggered it.

Maybe it would turn out to be funny even for him, if not make the girls friendlier. Or maybe they were about to reveal what kind of bitches they really were by doing something extremely mean and cruel. Who knows? Anyway, he couldn't do much about it right now, so why bother? Instead of giving more thoughts, he decided to go to bed and see in the morning what was awaiting him.

He woke up to a knock on his door. "Yeah?" he asked in a half asleep tone, but the doorhandle was already turning. He was then astonished by an unexpected vision.Jonna was an exchange student from Sweden. Around 5.8 feet tall, with long blond hair, piercing blue eyes and a fair complexion, she would already be your average Scandinavian girl if you didn't factor her magnifiscent face, supermodel legs and the hugest tits Steve had ever seen on a real life woman completed with thick hips and thighs which contrasted with her quite thin waist. All of those traits propulsed her to the rank of stereotypical Northern beauty. She even regularly supplemented her income by doing modeling for magazine covers and advertisement. Steve remembered he once overheared her mentioning to their roomates that she was considering becoming an Instagram model, and in another ocasion confirming that she wouldn't shy away from doing nudes if the opportunity presented itself and she was offered enough money. She was not the one he had the most difficult relationship with, she was not aggressive or openly scornful as much as she was cold and distant toward him. They barely exchanged a dozen word since they knew each other, and she once or twice smiled at him.

Right now, she was standing in the doorway of his bedroom, holding a tray with a breakfast on it and wearing a shirt with SEXY written over her way too squeezed chest, purple panties and nothing else.