This choice: The girls ask you whose room you're going to share. • Go Back...Chapter #3Sleeping Arrangements by: bobob1   Before you could think of something to say, Avery piped up with an adorable little exclamation noise. "Oh! Wait! Where's little cutie Hunter going to sleep? We took all the bedrooms, right?"
Morgan sighed. "Yes, Avery. That's what we were just discussing." She playfully rapped her sister on the forehead with her knuckle. "Pay attention sometimes."
"O-oh...hee hee!" Avery giggled, then looked down at you. As she leaned forward, her boobs threatened to spill from her already incredibly revealing top, and they jiggled slightly as they hovered above you. You had to fight to keep looking the pink-haired giantess in the eye instead of at her abyss of cleavage. "Anyway, we gotta pick out a room for you, don'tcha think, Hunter?"
You frowned up at her. "What do you mean?"
The girl tsk tsked you, wagging her finger. "Well, ya can't sleep in the living room down here all by yourself. That'd be lonely! Plus..." Avery smirked and winked at you. "You got all squished twice today already on this couch. Don'tcha think it would happen a lot if you slept in here?"
Surprisingly, the ditzy girl's line of thinking was spot on, but her reminder of how you'd been introduced to both her and Quinn still made you blush a bit, earning a grin from Avery.
Nodding at her sister's reasoning, Morgan laid down her palm in front of you, and motioned with her eyes for you to hop on. You were grateful that she was willing to carry you around like this, so you hopped on. She delicately stood up, careful not to shake her palm too much. She brought you all the way up to her eye level, and smiled at you. Her radiant face, and the way her chocolate brown hair framed her features was a sight to behold. Your breath caught in your throat.
"Yeah, Hunter, I know it might be a little weird, but Avery makes a good point. I think you would be safest and more comfortable sharing one of our room's upstairs." She explained.
Truthfully, it did make perfect sense, even though you were embarrassed beyond belief that you'd now be sharing the same room as one of these three total knockout girls you'd only just met. Still, you flashed Morgan a thumbs up. "Sure thing! Sounds like a plan to me!"
Morgan smiled at your show of acceptance, and moved to leave the living room with you. Avery hopped out of the couch, and Quinn stood as well, the black-haired girl picking up and shouldering your duffel bag of belongings.
"Oh, thanks Quinn." You said to her.
She shrugged. "You couldn't have gotten it yourself." She reasoned. Taking the lead, Quinn walked up the stairs, Morgan following after and Avery behind. As the four of you ascended to the top of the stairs, your gaze was entranced by Quinn's perfectly sculpted, humongous rear end swaying side-to-side as she meandered up the stairs. It was an incredible sight, and one you had to literally slap yourself out of gawking at. After slapping yourself, you heard a small chuckle above you, and you turned to see Morgan smirking playfully. Your staring at Quinn had apparently not gone unnoticed by your carrier.
Reaching the second floor, Morgan slipped by Quinn and approached the first open door. "So, this is my room. If we're doing this like some sort of equal debate thing, I guess it's choice number one." She said, and you realized that she was right. It would only be fair for you to look at each girl's room first, then decide who you wanted to room with. Really though, that just made all of this even more embarrassing.
Morgan showed off her room, and it was basically what you expected from someone like her. Her bed was tucked in and straightened, her clothes were neatly stored away in dressers and in the closet, and one corner of her room was taken up by a organized collection of exercise weights and training props. One other corner of the room was barren. The entire room was decorated in shades of tan and brown, a very earthy and natural feel. There was also a TV with what looked like a gaming console hooked up to it.
Morgan smiled. "If you wanted to room with me, you could have that whole empty corner to yourself. That way, we wouldn't be taking up each other's space. I also have a spare pillow I can give you to use for a bed, if you'd like."
Avery was next to show off her room, and once again it was right in the same ballpark as how you would've guessed. It was the same sort of neatness as Morgan, but filled to the brim with personal belongings. There were twice as many dressers and drawers for clothes, a sprawling make-up table, and even a full-size mannequin currently wearing a sparkly white dress. There was hardly any free space, and the whole room was colored in a wide assortment of rainbow hues, though mostly bright pinks, blues, and reds.
Avery spun in a circle excitedly. "If you wanted to room with me, I have a few empty drawers for all your stuff." Avery gestured to one of her dresser cabinets, where two empty drawers were (worryingly, right beside what appeared to be drawers stuffed with lingerie and swimsuits). "I also figured we could just share the bed, as there's totes enough room for me and a cutie like you!" Avery giggled, prompting a startled blush from you, a surprised look from Morgan, and a shrug from Quinn.
Quinn's room was last, and it was the one that caught you off guard the most. You anticipated that everything would be mostly colored in black, gray, and purple, but what you didn't expect was for it to be so messy. She had the same style bed, dressers, and closet as the twins, but the floor of her room was covered with clothes strewn all about. You'd be hard pressed to believe she had only just moved in hours ago.
Quinn put her hands on her hips as she talked. "Yeah, it's a mess, I know. I have a hard time...feeling like I need to tidy up. Still, it's comfy, I guess. If you wanted to room with me, I'm sure you could find space somewhere, like on the floor, or in a drawer, or something. Anything that doesn't bother me is okay. You can do whatever." She shrugged again, and you couldn't help but smile. Something about her nonchalant attitude could be so endearing.
After the tour finished, Morgan took you back out into the hall, and the three girls looked at you expectantly, obviously anticipating your answer. You knew this was a pretty big decision, so you thought about it for a second, cleared your throat, then spoke up. | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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