I woke up angry and tired to an empty room. Grey haze filled the window, and three floors below, uncharacteristically jacketed students hurried about. It was a cold dreary day. Great. I lifted my head and caught a glimpse in the mirror, hair strewn over my face and what my ex would call a “real Courtney Love energy” that I didn’t appreciate, nor fully get the reference to. Sam was usually out the door at 7, his bed was disheveled and a pillow was on the floor, evidence of his dumb night with little miss perfect. Whatever.

I rolled over and opened my laptop. Hailey wanted to come over- my phone’s blue text bubble floated across. I asked if I had to put on pants. She said no. Not saying it was a dealbreaker, but I didn’t feel like having company, I was cranky and she was nice. Regardless, I pulled some empty pizza boxes and put them in the trash, straightened up a little bit, and braced myself to have to explain the whole… guy in my dorm of it all to her. I was honestly planning on not telling her until it became impossible to ignore, but she spotted it immediately.

“That’s honestly insane. So you just live together and… it’s fine? He brings girls over?” I nodded and gritted my teeth. I hid it poorly.

“I just woke up super anxious and ugh. I’m not myself this morning. Plus I have to write this paper, I’m not mad I’m just.. yeah.” I said,my oversize t shirt draped over my body and my legs crossed. She had come from a morning run. I looked like what she was running from.

“You do look a little worse for wear” she said, laughing. “How long do you have left on your paper?”

“Maybe an hour. Two tops.” My laptop was open on my pillow.

She picked the laptop up, and set it on my desk, and grabbed the pillow. She took my hand and pulled me to my chair, sitting me down and putting my hands on the keyboard dramatically, both of us giggling a little at the action.

“Start typing” She said, pillow in hand.

“Hailey, I..”

“If I don’t hear typing, I’ll stop.” She dropped to her knees, putting the pillow under her. I felt her slide my panties down and her hot breath started on the inside of my thigh, moving up. Her lips kissed my bald pussy, and a few licks made me shift in my seat and spread my legs as my fingers started moving. A few paragraphs in, I was moaning with my normal breaths. Every time I’d break concentration and if she thought I was getting distracted, she’d stop. I’d throw my hips forward but she was quicker, always keeping her mouth off my pussy until I started back working. It was torture. I didn’t know how she went so long. I asked multiple times, begged her to take a break but she’d just look at me, waiting for me to get back to work.

I finished an hour and a half in- my essay got done as well, but by the time I said I had finished it her face was a mess, my chair was soaked. I rolled back and she sat there, on her knees with my juices flowing down her chin, some dripping some rolling down and showing up as wet spots on a white jogging sports bra. I practically fell out of my chair and kissed her, and the door handle to the dorm turned.

Sam walked in to find a girl who looked like she had been set on tumble dry for half a day and a cute jogger on her knees. He grinned ear to ear.

“I came to grab some stuff for class, don’t let me interrupt.” He said, sitting down in his chair and feigning eating popcorn. I threw a sock at him. “Please leave” I half panted, still coming down.

He caught the sock perfectly because of course he did.

“Fine. Have it your way.” He loaded up his backpack with an entire box of pencils and one notebook. Perfect. Hailey was eating it up, seeing how uncomfortable I was. She was smiling like he did, enjoying the tease. They are both the worst, I thought, let me be shamefully wet in pease. My bright red face gave everything away.

“No please, stay, I insist.” Hailey joked. “We’re just about to have wet hot lesbian sex, do you want to invite over 15 guys to watch and put on some music?”

“Get out” I half laughed, half yelled. “Both of you.” They were cracking up, watching all 5’0” of me in an oversize t-shirt and no panties try and be firm and hide my embarrassment. Sam got up to leave, throwing his backpack over his shoulder.

“I like this one” he said, walking for the door. “Don’t move in together for at least a week.” The door closed and I collapsed on my bed, letting out an exaggerated sigh.

“You’re in so much trouble.” Hailey stood up and grabbed a washcloth from my laundry. “You’re crushing on him so bad” I looked at her- she wasn’t mad, she was inquisitive, humored by it even. “I mean, I get it. Look at him. I’m not Into guys at all and I’ll be the first to admit I’d hit that.”

“He’s seeing someone.” I admitted. She picked up her water bottle and took a drink. “Well, we can talk about this more, but I have to get back and shower before class.” She bent over and kissed me, holding her lips on mine for a few seconds before going in for a second one and biting my lip. “Hope you’re a bit less stressed.” She smiled, and headed for the door.

I rolled back over and stared at the ceiling. She wasn’t wrong, and our FWB situation that we’d developed was kind of ideal, she was being a good friend. She also was very good at using her mouth. Very good, my god. I was less mad, that’s for sure. I slid out of bed and grabbed the day’s outfit, jeans and some blue flowery panties, pressing the fabric against my sopping wet pussy. I put on a nice sweater as a top layer and headed to class.

Dusk was settling in as I got back to the dorm, the glow of fog in the evening lighting everything with a burnt orange filter. I stopped at our door- fumbled for the keys and dropped them, cursing under my breath. I picked them up and slid them into the lock more carefully, and the door opened quietly. I was about to announce myself when I saw a silhouette on Sam’s bed. The lights weren’t bright but I could see plenty, he had his torso against the wall and his head back, pecs and abs heaving with every breath. His eyes were closed and one hand was bracing, gripping the sheets hard- the other was sliding up and down his 9” cock, hard and glistening with lotion- long deliberate strokes that caused his body to move as he found sensitive spots.

I closed the door quietly and walked on the balls of my feet to the end of the closet, his full body in my view. It was so powerful. His personality made me feel like I could sit in his hand, his body was just a presence in the room, like a perfect combination of summoning a giant from myth long ago. I watched him, slowly seeing moments where he’d twist his body, his leg shaking slightly as he got closer. I stood there, mouth dropped open slightly, bag still in my hand, and his eyes opened slightly- seeing me, then they went wide open.

“Alex, fuck- didn’t see you.”

“You did the other day, Fair is fair. Finish.” I said bluntly. He looked in my eyes. I didn’t move. I was beat red- I knew I was, my leg trembling a little. He had paused, but he looked at me and slowly started going again. He twitched, stroking it faster as I watched.

“Keep going” I said, dropping my bag and moving to my chair by my desk he watched my every move, slowly stroking. I sat like he did, legs spread, leaned back, arms above my head. I tossed my pillow from the morning on the floor in front of his bed, and smiled.

“Knees.” I was shaking and nervous. I’d never been so demanding, I don’t know what had come over me. I was shivering and could feel my heartbeat between my legs, it sent pulses of excitement up my body. It was everything. He gave me a look and stroked slowly a few times before sliding his tree trunk legs off the bed and onto his knees. He was about as tall as me still, but I had a moment of control.

“God yes,” I said, under my breath and he smiled slightly. He let out a deep moan and his body twitched, his hips shot forward as his hand couldn’t keep up with his body. Cum shot out of the end of his dick and onto the pillow- most of the first rope landing on, and then the 2nd and the third. I’d watched last night, as I lay silent in my bed how much dripped out of Sarah. I couldn’t believe it. The pillow was coated the last few strokes, slightly rolling off and landing on the floor. He sighed deeply and his shoulders relaxed, leaned back and stood up and collapsed sitting on the bed.

“Well?” He grinned.

My mouth was wide, staring at him and the pillow. I’d never seen anything like it. Was there anything about him that wasn’t big. I looked at him, and closed my mouth, smiling a little. My body shifted over to the ground, dropping to all fours and crawling the two paces to the pillow. I looked up at him as he met my eyes from above, and I bent over and placed my tongue on the pillow, licking up the line of cum, tasting it as some of it filled my mouth. As much as I could I licked off my pillow and then tilted my head up to him, opening my mouth slightly then swallowing every drop looking him dead in the eyes.

“Doesn’t count as touching.” I said, smiling slyly at him, a drop of cum leaking out the side of my mouth.