You decided to head over to Talia’s house, since both you and her were free for the day. Her house was only a block away, and you had made the trip many times before, so you weren’t terrified. That wasn’t to say you weren’t scared, as accidents always seemed to happen with you, but you were still going to make the trip anyway. Talia was worth it.
You left your house, happy that you didn’t run into Chris on the way out, and then headed in the direction of Talia’s house. You liked to walk in the grass, as it provided some nice protection from the dangers of the sidewalk or road. After five minutes, you were standing at the front door of Talia’s house, and so you knocked politely on the door.
No one answered. You knocked again, but still no one answered. A tiny tinge of fear grew within you, but you shoved it back down. Talia had clearly overslept, something that she tended to do often. She had a few forgetful tendencies, and one has a habit of forgetting to set her alarm each night. As such, you had no easy way of getting into the house, but there were always other ways of achieving your goals.
You trekked around to the back of the house, and strolled up to the back door. Talia used to own a small pug, and so there was a doggy door installed into their back door. She gave the dog to her best friend after you had a traumatizing accident with it, so it wasn’t a problem. She insisted on keeping the doggy door for your convenience though, hence why you had come back here.
After crawling through the doggy door, you found yourself in the kitchen. Faint music was drifting from somewhere nearby by, and investigating the noise led you to the living room. Talia’s mother was in the room, working up to some kind of exercise program on the TV.
Talia’s mother, Teresa, was an incredibly curvaceous woman, with a beautiful body. Her tight sports bra and leggings strained to contain her curves, and you found it hard to look away. Eventually you peeled yourself away, and left the living room. You had had many terrible experiences with Teresa, and usually tried to avoid her as much as possible. She tended to be oblivious and ditzy.
It took you almost ten minutes to scale the flight of stairs up to the second floor, and you were a bit out of breath when you reached the landing. At the same time, Talia’s bedroom was only a few more feet away, and the door was slightly ajar, so getting inside wouldn’t be hard.
The real challenge would be trying to wake your girlfriend up. Talia was a notoriously heavy sleeper, and so it would take a great deal of effort to wake her. Most likely, you would have to climb her bed and scream in her ear or something to wake her up. Letting out a sigh, you started walking towards her bedroom door, passing by the bathroom door on your way.
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