The following morning, I got up and set about my day like any other routine day. I had slept in and had managed to sleep through several text messages. I read through them. They were all from Sarah, asking me to come over. She wanted to talk to me about something. I figured she would be hung-over this morning after being drunk and passed out.
I ignored the messages, took a shower, and got dressed. The last thing I wanted to do was deal with Sarah first thing in the morning, especially after the previous night's events. I'm sure she had some questions about the previous night's events and probably wanted to know how she'd ended up naked in her own bed. With the questions she was bound to have, I wanted to avoid the conversation as long as I could.
Then, my phone rang. Before answering it, I looked at who it was from. It was from Linda's number, but I still didn't answer it. It could have been Sarah calling from Linda's phone. I waited for the voicemail to pick it up, then listened to the message. It was from Linda. She said, "Hey, call me back when you get a chance, or come over. Sarah is threatening to send your pictures to Tiffany unless you tell her what happened last night. I haven't said anything to her yet, but that bitch is pissing me off."
After listening to the message, I was worried. The last thing I wanted to do was have Sarah send those pictures to Tiffany. And I also didn't feel like dealing with Sarah. What was I going to tell her about last night, if she asked? What did she know?
I dialed Linda's number. She answered on the first ring and didn't wait for any greetings. "You'd better come talk to this bitch. She's pissing me off," she said, hanging up before I had a chance to say anything.
I walked next door. The front door was open, so I didn't bother ringing the doorbell and walked right in.
Linda was leaning her back against the breakfast bar. She was fully dressed in a set of workout clothes, with a pair of skin-tight shorts and a sports bra. With her hair pulled back and only light makeup, she looked like she was ready to go work out.
"What's going on?" I asked, approaching her in the kitchen.
Looking into the living room, I saw Melissa lying on the couch, flipping channels on the TV with the sound turned off. Melissa looked at me and grinned, shaking her head, giving me a small wave. I waved back. If I wasn't so stressed out by Sarah's text messages and Linda's voicemail, I would have taken the time to admire the view of Melissa on the couch. She was as hot as ever, wearing only a T-shirt covering her from her shoulders to the tops of her thighs with the bottom of her panties peeking out the bottom of the T-shirt.
Before Linda could answer, Sarah stormed into the room, barefooted and with a towel wrapped around her. She looked like she was fresh from the shower and hadn't yet had the chance to apply makeup to her face.
"What happened last night?" Sarah demanded. Coming to a stop about a foot from me, Sarah leered at me, crossing her arms over her chest. She looked piping mad.
"What do you...?" I tried to answer.
"You know what I mean," She interrupted. "Don't play dumb with me!"
"I don't know what you're..." I couldn't finish again.
"Where are the pictures?" Sarah asked.
"Pictures?" I tried playing dumb. Glancing over at the couch, Melissa had a grin on her face. I wondered whether she was pleased with my predicament or if she was happy Sarah was so pissed. She had her legs extended and crossed at the ankles, shaking her foot back and forth like a happy dog wagging its tail.
"Linda said you took pictures!"
I looked over my shoulder to Linda for help.
"I don't know why you make a big deal out of it," Linda offered. Sarah started to talk again, but Linda interrupted. "You take all kinds of pictures of others, right? And you've been threatening to send pictures of Steve to Tiffany since the day I met him."
Sarah grimaced, shaking her head. For the first time, I think she was trying to figure out what she should say. Without warning, Sarah stormed off down the hall.
"You should just tell her," Linda said with Sarah out of the room. "She deserves whatever she gets. She's mean to everybody."
"I'd rather not deal with it," I shook my head. "She's already threatened to send the pictures of me to Tiffany."
"I don't know what you're so scared of," Linda argued. "It's not like you're ever going to hit on Tiffany anyway. And if you do, well..."
I knew what she meant. Tiffany would find out about my small cock if I ever did anything about the crush Tiffany had on me.
With Sarah out of the room, Melissa sprang from the couch and joined Linda and me in our discussion.
"What happened last night?" She asked. "What kind of pictures was she talking about?"
"Steve here got a bunch of Sarah while she was passed out," Linda answered.
"Like what?" Melissa wanted more details.
"You name it, he got it."
"What?" Melissa laughed, then turned to me. "You naughty boy!"
Linda spent a few minutes filling Melissa in on some of the details of what happened the previous night. Fortunately, she seemed to have forgotten the part about me putting my cum in Sarah's mouth after I jerked off on her. I was glad she left that part out. Linda also left the part out where I fucked Linda in Sarah's room.
In her telling of the previous night's events, Linda focused on the details of the photography session, including Linda having me take my clothes off and her taking pictures of my small cock near Sarah's face. I was glad Linda was leaving out a lot of the details. If Sarah found out, she would really be pissed.
Linda's explanation went on for several minutes with Melissa anxiously listening, smiling and nodding her head like one of those bobblehead dolls. She abruptly stopped talking when Sarah stormed back into the room, still dressed in the same way, which as far as I could tell was only a towel.
"What? Are you telling her about last night?" Sarah demanded.
"None of your damned business," Linda said without emotion.
