The alarm beeped into life. James Wilkins' long arm reached over and pressed the button, silencing it. He remained, lying there, for a minute, attempting to build up the confidence to get up. Finally, with a groan, he hauled himself out of bed and shuffled wearily down their upstairs hallway. At length, he reached the door to the bathroom and opened it.
Or at least, he tried to. The door was locked. He sunk down to the floor, back resting against the door, head filled with vague intentions of waiting for the room to cease to be occupied. These thoughts faded with much haste, however, and it did not take long before he slipped back into his slumber.
*****
He felt himself dropping backwards then his head hit the floor.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry, are you ok?" His housemate Laura, having just exited the bathroom, was wearing just a towel. While the hit on the head woke his mind up, the view of Laura wearing practically nothing woke his dick up.
After ascertaining that James was, indeed, ok, Laura left him to his shower - not knowing the effect she had had on him.
*****
An hour later, James joined Laura - along with their other two housemates, Felix and Rachel - downstairs for breakfast.
"James, are you coming out tonight then?" Felix asked across the table in his not indistinct German accent. Felix was a beacon of male perfection: his muscles were huge and his body intimidated, terrified and impressed in equal measure.