We're fucking in your bed, and for once I'm on top. Probably you made me. I don't like to be on top.
We're fucking, and I'm probably complaining about how I can't on top, and don't move right, and I don't know how, and I just can't fuck people and its easier if they fuck me. Probably. Because I do that, the complaining. And probably you're telling me I'm doing fine, because that's polite and what people do.
So anyways, we're fucking. And it's nice. Despite my complaining.
Then, behind me, the bedroom door opens, and someone looks in. Kind of leaning around the door, politely, like you do when you're seeing if you're disturbing someone. Except that, well, we're fucking and making sounds, so it must have been obvious we're going to be disturbed. And even more obvious, now the door is open.
It's another girl, and she's quite hot, but well, she is. Disturbing us.
So I stop moving, and look down at you. Kind of annoyed, but kind of intrigued, too. Intrigued because, well, we're having sex, at your place, and someone you apparently know is looking at us.
"This is my housemate," you say, and tell me her name.
I didn't know you had a housemate, so there you go.
"I heard you two," housemate says. "And I thought I'd just see if you wanted anyone to join in.'
"Um," I say. "Dude. What?"
"Sure," you say to her. Then to me, "If you don't mind."
I look at you. "Like I just said. Um, dude. What?"