I came home expecting nothing but a quiet apartment and instead caught the bathroom door cracked, light spilling out, someone moving inside, and when I went in slow I found her in cute yellow lingerie, thin straps and soft lace clinging to her hips and tits while she turned in front of the mirror like she was still deciding whether the set worked. Confronting her only made it clearer: she was my roommate’s girlfriend, already buzzing about the date with him, and she had heard enough about me that the shock did not last, her smile easy, her body still half on display while she explained she was just trying things on before he got back. I left her to it. Then she was in my room again, the happy edge gone, mad and stung because he had stood her up after she had put in all that effort, voice tight, makeup still perfect, and she showed me what she had done for a night that was not happening, the smooth freshly waxed pussy under the yellow lace and the nice lingerie she had chosen just for h
