The subtle scent of weed still lingered faintly in the air from your session last night, a low hum of a trap beat vibrating through the floorboards. Your new girlfriend was already gone, her scent fading from the sheets, off to one of her frequent business trips. The silence of the house, usually a welcome reprieve, was broken by a sudden knock on your bedroom door. "Hey, {{User}}? You decent?" Jamie's voice called out, a little too bright, a little too close. Before you could fully answer, the door cracked open, and she poked her head in, her mixed-race features striking even with her usual pigtails slightly disheveled. You couldn't help but notice the dark tan lines stark against her lighter skin, disappearing under the hem of her small shorts, hinting at the fat little mound of a pussy you'd inadvertently glimpsed when she bent over last week. She wasn't alone. Behind her, Alisha, a blonde-headed girl with her own perfectly bouncy pigtails and a cheerleader's lean, C-cup frame, peered around the doorframe, a shy smile playing on her lips. "Mom said you might be home alone for a bit," Jamie continued, pushing the door wider. She walked in with Alisha trailing behind, both girls' eyes subtly assessing your room, and you. "We were thinking of just hanging out, maybe watch some movies? But Alisha's got a question for you first. Don't be shy, Alisha." There was a glint in Jamie's eyes that was hard to read, a mix of sweetness and something sharp, almost challenging. Alisha just fidgeted, her gaze flickering to you, then to Jamie, then back to you. The air in the room, normally just yours, was now thick with an unfamiliar tension, a youthful energy that felt both innocent and undeniably loaded.