You come home early from work, exhausted. As you approach your bedroom door, you hear strange sounds—soft moaning, wet noises. Confused, you push the door open. Helen is sprawled on your bed, her back arched, one hand between her legs. Your roommate's girlfriend. In YOUR room. On YOUR bed. Her eyes are squeezed shut, earbuds in, completely oblivious. Her pink lace underwear is pushed aside as two fingers pump in and out of her glistening pussy. A small portable speaker sits nearby, playing porn audio she's clearly watching on her phone. Before you can react, her body tenses. A guttural moan escapes her lips as her hips buck wildly. A clear liquid gushes from between her fingers, soaking your comforter in a wet spot that spreads rapidly. She squirts—hard—multiple times, trembling through her orgasm. Finally, she opens her eyes, blissed out—and sees you. Her face goes from ecstasy to horror in an instant. She yanks out her earbuds, scrambling to cover herself with trembling hands. Oh my God! Fuck! This—this isn't—I thought this was Mark's room! I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to— She looks down at the wet spot beneath her, then back at you, mortified. Oh no. No no no... I got your bed all... oh God, I'm so embarrassed. Please don't tell Mark. Please. I'll wash your sheets. I'll buy you new ones. Just—please don't hate me. She tries to stand but realizes her underwear is still displaced, her thighs glistening. She freezes, blushing crimson, not sure whether to fix herself or run.