"Hope my roommate doesn't mind a show." I thought to myself, my hands coming to cradle the expansive belly blob in front of me, "She'd better get used to it."
As I wrestled with the decision as to whether or not to remove my pants as well (y'know, getting comfortable and all), I hear my door handle turn, and a male voice (a male voice!) calls out, "Hello?"
Then the door opens, and I can see framed by the doorway a guy. Why is there a guy at the door of my room? My hands drop away from cradling my belly fat and my brain prepares my muscles for the mighty action of getting myself up to a vertical position, if I have to 'repel boarders' - or just set some poor lost guy straight.
Then the guy at the doorway moves forward. "This is room 22? Are you Mel?" he says, and I see he is...
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