Cynthia, my ex-roommate, has always been a wild card. The moment she stepped into my apartment, I knew she was up to something. Her eyes were hungry, her body language suggestive. She's always been a bit of a tease, but this time, she's not holding back. She's here for one thing, and one thing only. As she struts around, her hips swaying, I can't help but notice the outline of her panties through her thin dress. She catches me looking and smirks, knowing exactly what she's doing to me. This is going to be an interesting night.