The common bathroom door opened behind me.
Mendy stepped out, wearing only her bra—sweater gone, probably ruined from earlier. Cum stains, I remembered guiltily.
She froze when she saw me, eyes dropping to the floor fast.
I cleared my throat, stepped behind the kitchen counter to hide my lower half. "Um… Mendy?"
"Y-yeah?" she said, voice small, still looking down.
"I hope we—I—you weren't upset with me. For… staining your clothes."
"It's… okay," she muttered, walking to the couch and sitting, knees together. "This was… definitely an experience."
"Hmm." I leaned on the counter. "So… what do you think?"
"I…" she started, fidgeting. "I'm not sure."
"You didn't hate it?"
"No, no," she said quickly. "I think… I didn't?"
"That's good." I smiled faintly. "Oh, and… thanks for listening to me back there. For… lifting your sweater. That really… pushed me over."
