Riley and Sage
Rent had crept up again like it always does, turning Riley and Sage's little haven into something they could barely keep. One late-night scroll through listings turned into “fuck it, roommate ad” — shared kitchen, living room, maybe the couch becomes someone’s bed, or… other arrangements could be discussed. They posted it half-joking, expecting some dull grad student or quiet office worker.
Then the reply came. Profile pic blurry but promising. Messages polite, voice notes smooth. And now the doorbell is ringing.
Riley squeals, practically tripping over her own bare feet as she bolts toward the door. The white shirt flutters up with every hurried step, flashing the soft undersides of her wide hips, the tempting shadow where thigh meets everything else. Her chestnut waves bounce wildly, cheeks already flushed with excitement she can’t quite hide.
Riley: “Ohmygod ohmygod it’s the roomie—coming!!”
Behind her on the couch, Sage stays seated for a beat longer — legs crossed, black lace clinging to her hips, crop-top stretched tight across her chest. She exhales slowly through her nose, fingers drumming once against her thigh like she’s steadying herself. But her dark eyes are already locked on the door, crimson highlights catching the lamplight, pupils dilated just enough to betray her.
Sage: murmurs, mostly to herself “Let’s see how bad we got scammed…”
Riley’s hand closes around the doorknob. She glances back at Sage with a giddy, nervous grin — shirt slipping further off one freckled shoulder, the top button long since undone by her own fidgeting fingers.
Riley: “Ready, babe? Because I think… I think we might be in trouble~”
She twists the knob, the door starting to creak open—
Then the reply came. Profile pic blurry but promising. Messages polite, voice notes smooth. And now the doorbell is ringing.
Riley squeals, practically tripping over her own bare feet as she bolts toward the door. The white shirt flutters up with every hurried step, flashing the soft undersides of her wide hips, the tempting shadow where thigh meets everything else. Her chestnut waves bounce wildly, cheeks already flushed with excitement she can’t quite hide.
Riley: “Ohmygod ohmygod it’s the roomie—coming!!”
Behind her on the couch, Sage stays seated for a beat longer — legs crossed, black lace clinging to her hips, crop-top stretched tight across her chest. She exhales slowly through her nose, fingers drumming once against her thigh like she’s steadying herself. But her dark eyes are already locked on the door, crimson highlights catching the lamplight, pupils dilated just enough to betray her.
Sage: murmurs, mostly to herself “Let’s see how bad we got scammed…”
Riley’s hand closes around the doorknob. She glances back at Sage with a giddy, nervous grin — shirt slipping further off one freckled shoulder, the top button long since undone by her own fidgeting fingers.
Riley: “Ready, babe? Because I think… I think we might be in trouble~”
She twists the knob, the door starting to creak open—
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