Guess That Hit/Part 5
Guess That Hit, part 5: Good night, sleep …
Grace shut down the shower. I threw her a towel, grabbed another one for myself. As I started to dry off, I noticed the time on the wall clock. It was a quarter after midnight. We had spent a whole 45 minutes together.
Oh dear! How to explain this to the other girls?
And then the next thought. After midnight … What if Bill and Mel are home already?
How to explain this to them, eh?
Oh, fuck!
“Please Lord,” I thought, “if You exist, let them be late! Give me time to cover up all that I did.”
If God exists and grants you this wish, you'll not only become a converted Christian, you'll also have to rewrite significant parts of the Holy Bible. I'm pretty sure that “Fondly thy sister's children nude and cover up thine tracks” is not one of the Ten Commandments.
I finished drying as fast as I could. My clothes? Oh no, had I really left them downstairs? I wrapped the towel around my waste, opened the door … and there, neatly folded, were my shirt, my pants, and the borrowed boxer short I had been wearing.
I don't know which of you girls did this, but … THANK YOU!!!
I dressed as fast as possible. Wait, socks. Where are …
I recalled dropping them in the bathroom, turned to get them. Wet, just as Grace's knickers that she had dropped on top of them. Alright, I'll go barefoot.
I turned to Grace, who was still slowly and deliberately toweling herself dry.
“You can dry off by yourself, right? After that, please go to your bedroom, put on some clean underwear and your nightie, and go to bed, okay? Oh, and throw this one in the hamper, please.”
“Okay, uncle Dave. Can I get a goodnight kiss?”
I leaned in, hugged her damp upper body, and gave her a short peck on her lips.
“Goodnight, dear Grace!”
As I turned to go downstairs, she asked: “Will you be here tomorrow?”
“No, Grace, sorry. I'll go home once your parents are back.”
I saw a disappointed look. But then she flashed me her cheerful smile.
“Please come say goodbye to me before you leave, 'kay?”
“I promise that I'll check in on you later, and say goodbye. But if you are already asleep, I will say it very softly and try not to wake you.”
She beamed.
“Okay! Thanks, uncle Dave!”
Despite the rush I was in, I had taken my time for Grace. Too much had happened.
The fondling of her flat chest and immature nipples had probably been totally innocent to her, but after that she had first, unintended, true, but still, given me a blow job and received a mouth- and faceful of my sperm. And then under the shower I had, very much intended and very deliberately, fingered her little cunny until she orgasmed.
Why had I even done that? What had I been thinking? Had I even been thinking?
I tried to recall how it happened. It had just felt completely natural at the time, to wash her and then continue to rub her down there until she came. And then let her use her little hands to clear all remaining sperm of my dick, and then explore it a bit more.
The memory of how incredibly soft and smooth her tiny slit had felt, how her cunny had squeezed and contracted around my finger when she came. The recollection of her soft hands on my dick, the short kiss on its head. I felt myself get hard again.
Focus Dave! You've got work to do!
I managed to break myself free from the spell. I closed the bathroom door behind me, then rushed down the stairs, ran through the corridor, on my way to the living room. My head racing.
What if Mel and Bill were actually already home? What would I say? How to explain the stain?
I racked my brain, but there was nothing. Really nothing.
I yanked open the door, looked around. I saw the five girls, in sleepwear, in front of the telly with coke and crisps. And no Mel and Bill yet.
Whew!
“Wow, you took your time there, uncle Dave!” Cindy smirked.
Did she know? Did she suspect? She didn't mention anything.
“We had enough time to get ready for bed, and then also clean the stains you left on the couch when you ...” She didn't finish her sentence, blushed a bit.
“You did?”
“Yes, Rhonda said that vinegar and water is a good way to remove sp … those stains. So we used that, and scrubbed real hard until it was all gone. And then Savannah said that my parents might get suspicious from the wet spot and the smell of vinegar, so we then poured some coke over it, and patted it dry again with a kitchen towel, so we can say we just spilled coke. Oh, and we also sprayed some air freshener in the room.”
I looked at the couch. No trace of semen. For all intents and purposes, this was a coke stain, cleaned halfheartedly, as one might expect from a bunch of preteens and a bachelor uncle.
“Good thinking, girls!” I complimented, “very smart ideas!”
Rhonda just shrugged, but Savannah positively beamed.
I finally relaxed. Mel and Bill were not in yet. The girls were dressed for bed. The incriminating stains were gone. If they would arrive now, they would never know.
Well, unless one of the girls would talk. But I had already accepted that risk, assessed it to be very low. They had made a pinky promise. And they all felt that they themselves were more to blame for what happened than me, so they had a reason to keep it secret.
And with the relaxation, I suddenly felt how tired I had become. I dropped myself in the nearest chair, sighed deeply. Hannah picked up a phone from the table. My phone. She handed it over.
“It rang when you were in the shower, Dave. And then later we heard the message sound. Can you check if it's perhaps Cin's mom and dad with the router password? We tried to look but it's locked.”
I took the phone, unlocked it. The girls were right, a missed call from Mel, and a message: “Call me, please.” Twenty minutes ago.
“You stay here with the telly, girls. Cin's mom wants me to call. I'll just go out of the room, then you don't have to turn down the sound.”
“Oh, hi big bro! Glad you called, I was starting to get worried!”
“Sorry, sis. I was upstairs, taking my time to get little Gracie to bed.”
“Oh, Dave, you shouldn't spoil her like that! She's getting older, you know, you should really stop treating her like a small child!”
I smirked. If only she knew.
“Everything okay there? I hope the girls didn't drive you totally crazy. Did you manage to keep them occupied?”
I replied, truthfully: “Yeah, I kept them busy with a guessing game. I will admit that they did actually drive me crazy a few times, but I survived.”
“Guessing game?”
“Yeah. 'Guess that hit'. Was a radio show, too long ago for you to remember. Give a cryptic description of a song, then guess the title and artist.”
“Oh. Sounds lame. The girls must have been really desperate to want to play that with you.”
“Yeah, they probably were.” I chuckled.
“So yeah, sorry to put you through all that. We really need to get that router replaced, it happens almost daily now. Listen, the password is Rosebud34. Capital R, no spaces. Cin knows how to access the router's control panel and how to reset it, you only need to key in the password. Don't tell her see the password, though. She's smart enough to know how to remove the filters, stupid enough to actually do it. And I don't want those girls stumbling across some of those weird ass alt-right propaganda sites.”
“Okay, thanks. Rosebud34, I can remember that. But … that's not why you were calling, right? You could've just texted that.”
“I know. Listen, Dave, can I … can we … ask you a huge favor?”
“Sure!” I said. Then added: “I mean: sure, you can ask. I'm not saying yes, yet.”
Through the phone, I heard her take a deep breath.
“Bill and I had a miscommunication. I thought he would drive. And he ... So I've had a few glasses of wine, and he's had his share of beers, and we can't drive. We can of course get a cab, but it's such a hassle to then return tomorrow to pick up the car. Could you please stay the night? The guest room isn't ready, but you can use our bedroom, we just changed the sheets. You would do us ...”
I didn't let her finish.
“Sure, Mel! No problem. Hey, I survived the past two hours. If they can now access the almighty interwebs again, there shouldn't be any problem at all!”
“Owww, thanks Dave! I knew I could count on you!”
“Ha! I think that translates as: you know I still haven't learned to say no to my baby sister. All good, Mel! Give Bill a big hug from me, find a hotel room, and sleep it off. How late do you expect to be in tomorrow?”
“Do you want us to relieve you early?”
“Naah, I had no plans for tomorrow anyway. Just sleep in, enjoy a cozy hotel breakfast together. I'll make sure to water and feed the kids here.”
“Oh, you're the best! We asked the other parents to pick up their daughters at four tomorrow, we'll make sure to be home before then. Probably noon. Ish.”
I chuckled. I knew her. Now that they knew the kids to be safe, Bill and Mel would have a fun night together. Probably a cocktail bar. They'd stumble into a hotel room at four or so, oversleep in a spectacular way, and not be here before three. Probably later.
“No rush, Mel, take your time.”
“Thanks, big bro. You're the best!”
“I know, sis. I know.”
I chuckled and hung up.
“Okay, girls, I've got good news and bad news,” I announced as I entered the room.
“The good news is, I've got the password, so we can return to the twenty-first century..”
The girls cheered.
“And the bad news is, Cin's mom and dad got held up and won't be back until tomorrow, so you're all stuck with me for a bit longer.”
I must admit, it felt really good that the girls cheered this news just as enthusiastically.
Cindy went upstairs, then returned with her laptop, set it up on the table and beckoned me over. She already had the router password prompt on the screen.
As I typed the password, she whispered in my ear: “Held up, my ass! I bet mom and dad just took a hotel room so they can shag each other's brains out without us around.”
“Language, kid!” I reprimanded. “And even if, would that be a problem? Be glad they love each other enough to still go at it. And that they are smart enough to hide it from you. Do you really want to see them ...”
“Eeeeewww, no! Gross!”
“See? But I think you're wrong. I think they're now in a cocktail bar getting totally wasted. By the time they stumble in a hotel room and fall on a bed, they'll be too drunk to even remember how sex works.”
She giggled.
“But don't tell them I said that!”
Cindy closed the laptop, then triumphantly announced: “Girls, internet is back!”
More cheers followed, and then they started chatting on what they wanted to see first.
I interrupted. “Okay, girls, it's well past midnight now. And even though I know you won't get any rest tonight, I want mine, so I want all of you out of here, in Cindy's room, and in bed. And then I want you all to pretend that you're going to sleep at least until I'm out of sight.”
“Aaawww, already?” Cindy pleaded.
“Yes, already. It's late, you're all tired. I want you in bed. I don't care if you continue to play on your phones for a while, or chat. Just keep it silent so that Grace can sleep. And now scoot!”
Allison stood up. “Not without a goodnight kiss first!”
And with that, she planted herself in front of me and defiantly looked me up and down.
“Well?”
I looked back at her. She was wearing green pajamas. The long-sleeved shirt was wide enough that the shape of her boobs no longer showed, yet not too wide to hide all of the bouncy movements of her unsupported tits as she moved. Below the shirt were slightly darker shorts that left most of her nicely shaped legs exposed.
I shrugged.
“Okay, why not? If you don't feel too old for a goodnight kiss...”
I leaned over and kissed her on the forehead.
“Not like that!” she said, “like this!”
And then she stood on her toes to level her head with mine, grabbed me by the back of my head, pushed our heads together and pressed her lips hard against mine.
Should I stop this? I didn't. I had already fondled her boobs, seen her topless, exposed my dick to her, and allowed her to do a rather amateurish attempt at jacking me off. I don't think an adult kiss would really matter anymore.
So I cooperated.
I folded my right hand around her neck, used my left hand to cup her ass, the hot sexy ass that I had admired so much at the start of the evening when she wore those ridiculously short cut-off jeans, to help her lift her body. Her left hand remained on the back of my head, caressing my hair. Her right hand grabbed my back, helped to push our bodies closer together. I felt the by now familiar shape of her boobs press into my chest.
And then I felt her press her tongue against my lips. I again decided to cooperate.
I opened my mouth, her tongue shot in, then remained there, unsure what to do next. So I took the lead.
I started twirling my tongue around hers. Sucked gently. Pushed my tongue back into her, so she could do the same to me as I explored the inside of her mouth. Then allowed her back in again so she could also practice that part on me.
Finally, she broke the kiss.
“Whew!” was all she could say through her heavy panting.
I released my hands from her buttocks, lowered her back on her own feet. Gave her a few seconds to recover.
“Okay, and now off to bed all!”
“No fair!” Rhonda commented, “If Ally gets a goodnight kiss, I want one too!”
I sighed, then laughed: “Okay, okay, I get it. Just get in line and I'll give you your kisses.”
I had expected Rhonda to dash to be first, but she didn't. She took her time, allowing Savannah to get in before her.
Savannah was now wearing a short-sleeved button-down pajama shirt, dark pink and with black dots in various sizes, with matching long pants. Her top buttons were left open, and though she had looked completely decent before, now that she stood mere inches before me and I looked down on her I could see her boobs in her shirt. Not that I minded.
She looked up at me, thoughtfully. Noticed my gaze, shrugged.
“So, what you and Ally just did, is that what they call French kissing?”
“Hmm-hmm.”
“I would like to try that too.”
“Okay.”
Being slightly smaller than Allison, she had trouble reaching. I briefly considered lifting her too, the same way I had done with Ally. But I realized that Savannah was not looking to be hugged in such a tight, sensual way. She probably would not want me to touch her buttocks, let alone lift her by them. She just wanted to satisfy her curiosity in the details of French kissing.
“Okay, you're all shorter than me, and I'm too tired to lift all of you,” I lied, “so I think I'll sit down, and then you can sit next to me. Is that better?”
I took a seat on the couch.
“Mind if I sit on your lap instead, Dave? I think that's easier.”
I nodded. She gently lowered herself, knees to the left of my hips, buttocks on my thighs, then rested her hands on my shoulders.
“Like this?”
She leaned in, mouth already a bit open, and planted her lips on mine. Then opened her mouth a bit wider, an obvious invitation. I extended my tongue, found hers, started to move. She didn't respond, just let it happen. I dislodged.
“If you want to learn … it's supposed to be a two-way street.”
We resumed our kiss, and this time she did respond. She copied every movement I made with my tongue, gave back exactly what I gave to her. Then broke the kiss.
“How did I do, Dave? Was it okay?”
I looked at her, sensed that she was not looking for confirmation but for an honest reply.
“For a first time, not bad. It takes courage to allow someone in your mouth, and to do it back, so you did that part well. But it was all very … studied. There was no emotion, no passion. You were copying what I did exactly, which is good for learning. But when you kiss a person that you really love, you need to shut down that big brain of yours and let passion take over. In sex, and French kissing is sort of like sex already, passion is more important than doing the exact correct things.”
Savannah nodded.
“Okay. Thanks, Dave. And good night!”
And then she stood up.
Next in line was Cindy. I noticed she had put her flannel button-down shirt back on. Her pants had come off, and her shirt was short enough to reveal the plain white cotton panties that stretched around her hips.
“Isn't that shirt too warm for in bed?” I asked, “ and the fabric too rough?”
She smiled. “I'm only wearing it for now, uncle Dave. I'll take it off before going to bed. I always sleep in just my undies.”
If she had offered to take it off already I would not have objected. But she didn't.
Poor Dave, never lucky...
I patted the couch besides me, but Cindy also chose to sit on my lap.
Unlike Savannah, though, she straddled me. Her knees were on the couch, one to each side of my hips. She scooted forwards until I felt her crotch touch mine. I was glad to be wearing rather sturdy jeans, otherwise she would have definitely be able to feel how my dick was once more starting to swell.
I looked her in the eye, deliberately concentrating on the task at hand.
“Do you also want to ...”
But I saw the doubt in her eyes, so I interrupted myself, looked up to address all the girls.
“Listen, I allowed Allison to French kiss me because she started it, clearly wanted it. And I did it with Savannah because she asked me to teach her. But nobody here has to French kiss if you don't want to. Or rather: if you don't want to, then you are not even allowed to French kiss. I will only kiss the girls that want to be kissed, and only in the way they want to be kissed.”
I returned my attention to Cindy. She looked relieved.
“Oh, thanks uncle Dave. I … I wanted to try at first, … but that with the tongue and all … sorry, but it looks just … gross.”
“Don't be sorry, dear Cindy! It is very normal for a 12 year old not to be ready for that yet.”
“So could we perhaps … I want to try the same but without the tongue. Is that okay?”
I just smiled, then grabbed her neck to pull her closer.
Our lips met, still closed. It was a soft touch, I could almost feel the structure of the pores and tiny clefts on her lips. She wrapped both hands around my head, pulled it closer, making the lip contact firmer.
I felt her lips part, slowly and just a bit, and I parted mine just as much. Made sure to keep my tongue in check.
I had never kissed like this before, but it was a marvelous sensation. Without the tongue duel to distract my attention, I could now feel, even taste her breath entering my mouth. Feel my breath enter her.
I felt how our breathing synchronized. When she inhaled, I exhaled. When she exhaled, I inhaled. I felt her chest, her breasts, pressed against mine, relax as mine expanded, expand as mine relaxed. It was incredibly erotic, in a way that was totally new to me.
And then … I don't know what happened. Perhaps instincts kicked in?
I felt her tongue on my lips, pushing a bit … and then Cindy abruptly broke the kiss and got up.
“Good night, uncle Dave!”
She looked very confused, but not upset.
“Good night, dear Cindy!”
Rhonda got up, looked at Hannah.
“Do you also ...”
“No, I … I don't know, I ...”
“Make up your mind, girl. It's just a kiss!”
“Yeah, but … know what, you just go, I'll go after you … or not.”
Rhonda sighed. “Well, okay than.”
Her face showed disappointment.
I took a moment to admire her nightdress. What she wore was … hard to describe actually.
At first it appeared to be a normal nightgown. Arms and shoulders were left bare, except for two thin straps over the shoulders. The nightgown itself extended from just above Rhonda's bosom to halfway between hips and knees. It was white … except it wasn't really, it was sort of transparent. Not as obviously transparent as a negligee, but translucent enough that I could easily see that Rhonda was not wearing a bra – the darker circles of her areolas were clearly exposed through the fabric. And in the waist area, I could see the bright red string that hugged her hips.
Rhonda noticed my interest, took a second to slowly turn and allow me to see her backside too. The back of her nightie was cut deep, I could see almost all of Rhonda's back. I also noticed that her string didn't cover any part of her buttocks.
I could not really see what her butt looked like, bit I did see the thin red bands of fabric run from where I suspected the upper part of her crack to the sides of her hips.
She sat herself beside me on the couch, then whispered softly in my ear: “I tried to be last, Dave, to give you something to remember this night. So, I guess I'll just have to make it extra memorable, so that Hannah can't make you forget.”
And then she laid her hands on my ears, nudged to make me turn my head and lean towards her. She leaned in as well, and our lips met. Closed. At first.
She lingered for a second, then parted her lips, licked my lips with her tongue, then extended it further to invade my mouth. Her right hand moved to my neck to press my head firmly into hers. Her left hand moved down and started stroking my chest and abs.
I allowed my tongue to reply, and for a few seconds we just kissed like that. Then Rhonda took my right hand, guided it to her left boob. I needed no further invitation, started to caress and massage the firmness of that globe through the incredibly thin fabric of her nightgown. My left hand found her neck, moved down, stroked and caressed the incredible softness of the bare skin of her back.
It was clear that Rhonda had kissed before. She was experienced, and she was good. It was so hot, so sexy, so sensual, and so totally horny, that my subconscious mind took over.
I felt Rhonda lean into me more, allowed her to push me on the couch, to lie on top of me. My right hand continued to play with her perfect young boobs, my left hand explored her back, tracing her soft skin, moving lower and lower, somehow making its way underneath the fabric, until I suddenly had my fingers on a warm, firm buttock.
Her left hand also worked its way down towards my belly, found the hem of my shirt, lifted it, then underneath it made its way up again, stroking, fondling and massaging my abs, my chest, my nipples. Her right hand moved up, stroked through my hairs. And all this time her tongue kept teasing me, enchanting me, driving me crazy.
Finally, she broke the kiss. Our faces remained close, she looked me intently deep into my eyes.
I felt her remove her left hand from under my shirt. She rested it on my crotch, easily found my hard dick, squeezed it, playfully stroked it a few times, then removed her hand.
“Like it?” she just asked with a coy smile.
She had me and she knew it.
“Whew!” was the only thing I could say in between my panting. I was painfully aware that I now sounded exactly like Ally had sounded after her kiss, but I was unable to say anything else.
Then Rhonda demonstratively looked down to her boobs, still cupped by my right hand; at her rear where my left hand was still in her nightgown and on her butt.
“You can remove those now,” she teased.
Like a schoolboy caught with a dirty magazine, I hastily retreated my hands, felt my head go beet red.
She laughed. “It's okay, Dave, I'm just teasing. I liked what you did.”
As I finally regained my breath, I looked at her, gave her a peck on the lips.
“Good night, Rhonda. I must admit, that was the best god damn kiss I have ever had.”
I paused, then added, “and that's saying something.”
“I bet!” she replied. “Good night, Dave. I wish you pleasant dreams.”
No shit!
Rhonda got up and shot Hannah a disdainful look.
“Your turn!”.
I saw the doubt in Hannah's eyes, saw her insecurity. So I just gave her my warmest smile.
“Don't let her teasing get to you, Hannah. As I said before, I will only kiss you if you want to. And only in the way you want to. This is not a competition. This is just wishing you good night. You don't have to …”
Hannah interrupted me: “But I want[/i] to! Well, not [i]that of course,” she said in a disgusted voice while gesturing in Ronda's direction, “but … something. I don't know.”
I patted the couch next to me.
“Just sit. Tell me what you want. Or just do it. No pressure.”
She hesitated, giving me the time to look at her nightwear. It was a short-sleeved, green nightgown, that would have been a decent fit, if she hadn't already outgrown it. It wrapped tightly around her chest, making the outline of her bra and boobs extremely visible. And it was also very short, stopping barely an inch below the crotch.
She followed my gaze, uncomfortably admitted: “I forgot my stuff at home, so Cin lent me an old nightie. Bit childish, bit tight, but better than nothing I guess.”
“I guess,” I agreed, “and I hope you don't mind me saying so, but I'm happy to see so much of your legs. Do you know that you have gorgeous legs?”
I had chosen the compliment with care. She seemed very insecure, afraid to be considered too prude by the other girls. A compliment about her boobs would have been uncomfortable for her. Her face was beautiful enough, but had of course been visible before. The upper legs were exciting enough that the compliment made her blush, believable since they had indeed been covered up so far, and it was easy for me to say it because it was true. Hannah obviously spent more time in the sun than her sister, but she also appeared to be more sporty. Her thighs were beautifully tanned, her skin looked pure and soft, and her legs appeared slender and muscular. She smiled, then sat down next to me.
I turned my head towards her, gave her a peck on the forehead.
“No, that's too childish. I want ...”
“Do you[/i] want? Or do you think you[i] must because they ...”
“No, I want … well, more than this. But this position … can I sit on your lap instead?”
“Sure, girl.”
I was tempted to lift her and drop her on my lap herself but was afraid my hands would touch where she didn't want them. So I waited for her to stand up and sit down. I had expected her to use sidesaddle position, like Savannah had done, but instead she chose to straddle me, just as Cindy had. Except that she didn't scoot as much forward, keeping her butt on my knees.
She clearly was unaware that her nightie was a bit too short for this position. The hem had shifted up, and I had a vintage view of her thin girl panties, that were too thin to prevent her camel toe from showing. I felt my dick stir at seeing the clear outline of her mons and slit, imagined how she must be hairless down there to have such a clearly visible camel toe.
I didn't want her to notice where I was looking, what she was exposing. I forced myself to look up, in her large brown eyes. I saw that she was still undecided, saw her mental struggle.
Was she really undecided on what she wanted? Or perhaps she had an idea but was too shy to ask?
“Perhaps I can help?” I suggested softly.
“Just let me try something, and if you don't like it I'll stop.”
She nodded, happy to be relieved of the burden of choice.
I rested my left hand on her upper thigh, savoring the smooth, silky texture of her skin. I forced myself to keep it still and not caress her there. I placed the curled index finger of my right hand under her chin, gently lifted her head, and then moved in, slowly, lips closed, eyes open.
I paused just before our lips touched, gave her time to get used to the feeling of my closeness, of my breath on her face. She closed her eyes. I marveled at this remarkable display of confidence and submission. I moved closer, gently touched her lips with mine, held them there for a second or two. Then backed off.
She sighed. A deep sigh.
“That felt nice,” she whispered, “once more?”
I repeated the kiss, this time pressing our lips a bit harder together. Still gentle, just not as gentle as before. I held it a bit longer, perhaps three or four seconds, before backing off. Whispered: “Keep your eyes closed, please”, and then very gently brushed her eye lids with my lips. First right. Then left. Then moved in between, planted a kiss on her nose.
“Sweet dreams, Hannah. Please stay the pure and beautiful person that you are.”
She opened her eyes, looked at me gracefully.
“Thanks, Dave. And you good night too.”
Hannah got up. The other girls were already starting to leave.
I saw that Cindy had already taken off her shirt, wearing it by a finger, casually flung over her shoulder. I couldn't help but admire the slender form of her back, the smooth skin. And below that, the firm round ass, tightly hugged by her panties, moving gently with her steps.
Would I have seen her boobs if I had not looked in Hannah's eyes that long? Or, had she turned around first, before removing her shirt. Why had she even chosen to remove it here at all, she could have waited until she was in her room. Had she wanted me to see it?
I wondered whether, perhaps, she would turn to me before leaving the room. To ensure that I would see her bare tits.
She might if you call her! Oh, shut up.
And yet … “Good night, girls!” I said one final time.
Cindy stopped. Turned. Her head, only her head. I saw her sly smile.
She winked and blew me a kiss. Then turned back and followed the other girls to her room.
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