Room Inspection

It’s quiet in the residence hall, what with the Academy’s classes having ended for the day. A little too quiet. I glance at my door, at the little window there. Through it I glimpse perfect bronze waves of her hair milliseconds before she bursts through. “Petey! Up to no good, I presume?” I scramble, jumping …

Halloween

I was having a bad day yesterday going into Halloween night, just a bunch of things coming together into a perfect storm of suck. So when my roommates all got dressed up and went out partying, I did not. I stayed home with the lights off and only got my ass up from the couch …

Brook

Now I’m staring, I can’t help it. Her breasts... they’re huge. I had no idea. Sprouting from Brook’s narrow frame are two glorious funbags, the gray fabric of her bikini top fighting its best fight to cup them, keep them constrained, stop them from what cannot be more than a wayward brush away from springing free of the nylon and bouncing into my life. As her shoulders adjust and her arms move her breasts get pushed outwards and pulled this way and that and... weird, it looks like her jaw is moving, too. Oh fuck. She’s asked me something, is waiting for my answer. I have no idea what.

Aubrey

She leans across to my blanket, pulls the bottle from my stuff and holds it close to her face. “Huh,” she reads it, “’Can be enjoyed solo, but best with a partner.’” “What? It really says that?” I roll close and squint. She pulls it away, gives me a glare I can’t read. “You don’t know what you bought, do you?”

Amber

Her reaction was immediate and violent, shoving my arm away, elbowing me in the ribs, hard. “You fuckin’ creep,” she yelled, springing out of my bed, grabbing her stuff in fury, “I can’t fucking believe you.”

Astrid

She perches on my lap, straddling me, large tits pressed into my collar. She tilts her chin up, looking down at me over her high cheekbones. I feel like so much putty, ready for her to mold. She wears brown lipstick, just a shade darker than her skin color, with matching eyeshadow and blush. It is, of course, immaculate in its application.

Scarlett

“You’re cute when you’re bashful.” She kisses me. “Well, you’re cute all the time. But you can’t know the thrill it gives me to be in my thirties and find myself still being checked out by a teenager.” She’s watching me. “That a problem for you?”

Room Four

All that, and yet you’re the most requested. They tell you your dick’s the hardest, the truest, the best. It’s a weird compliment, one you’re not sure how to receive. But as you rub the mineral oil onto your crotch and you see your member glistening, you recognize that you do have an impressive unit.