Wild Night

She doesn't look too happy about this, but after some more kissing, she pushes you off the couch. "I don't know what my parents would think," she says, biting her lip nervously. "It's okay, sweetie, you're blonde, they expect you to do it," you chuckle. Giving you a strange look, she lifts one side of the couch off the ground. "Well, okay, if you insist." she says, "Now grab the other end so we can move this into the bedroom!"

The next morning, you awake to her softly brushing her hand along your cheek. "Morning," she purrs, kneeling next to you in a tiny white slip, "It's time to move this back into the living room - my Dad will be home soon."

WHAT A WILD NIGHT! YOU GOT TO SLEEP IN A BLONDE CHICK'S ROOM! ON THE COUCH! MWAH HA HA HA HA HA