Bree sat at the tiny desk in the back corner of her dorm. She had a major project coming up for her photography class and had been stressed beyond belief. She still was, but she was pushing that too the back of her mind as her false sense of determination led her to sit in front of a blank computer screen for the last thirty minutes. Her legs were pulled up into the chair. One underneath her and one pulled up to her chest. Leaning back against the chair, she sighed.
Tapping her pen against her lip, the brunette reached up a hand to readjust her messy bun. Given that she has planned on doing nothing but homework, Bree had opted for comfort instead of style. A low cut T-shirt and a criminally tiny pair of soft shorts. That’s not to say she didn’t look good. She looked hot as fuck. Not that anyone was going to see that for themselves. Or at least that’s what she thought before she heard a knock at her door. She didn’t bother to turn around as she spoke, back to the door.
“It’s open!”
Paul had finished his essays in record time, thanks very much, and the minute he sent them to his respective professors, he jumped out of his seat and let out a loud whoop. Jesus, he felt like a dog with a broken leash.
He caught Jared’s eye on the bed across his own and he mimed a boxing move, happy he’s finally free of assignments. Well for now at least. There will be more tomorrow.
“Finished?” Jared asked, chuckling at Paul.
“Yep,” Paul replied, popping the p. He pulled his jacket off the back of his chair and put it on, knowing Jared was watching him.
“What, going out for drinks?” Jared asked again, pausing typing his own essays. “Not gonna invite a friend?”
“Nope, gonna get laid.” Paul threw him finger guns with a wink, already turning around to leave.
“Nice! Good luck bro.”
“Whatever!” He threw over his shoulder. He nearly ran on the hallways. Paul had been thinking about this for like an hour, he actually had a halfie throughout writing that paper for philosophy. It certainly made for an interesting jog with a heavy crotch.
Room 201, a knock and two. It just occured to him he hadn’t sent Bree a text that he was coming, but whatever, he was already here. He heard Bree’s soft voice telling him it’s open and he barged in, not even caring if her roommate was around. Paul took off his jacket and went straight to Bree’s bed and plopped down onto it, reaching for her thigh because she was close enough.
“Hey.” He hoped his smile was charming enough. It was certainly enthusiastic. He ran his warm hand on the soft skin, already excited. She looked especially domestic tonight and it was slowly driving him crazy the more he looked. “What’s up? You free to play?”
The pen stopped tapping and came to a rest on her bottom lip as she realized who had barged into her dorm room and was now laying on her bed. She rolled her eyes as she watched him place his hand on her thigh, but it was clear the gesture was playful. “Hey.” She repeated, her lips curling into a flirtatious smirk. God- even if he had showed up unexpectedly, she was glad he had. She needed to get rid of some stress. “It’s good thing Victoria just left.”
“Homework.” She mumbled in reply to his questions, shivering slightly under his touch. Clicking a few buttons on her laptop before snapping it shut, the brunette pulled her bottom lip between her teeth. “But oh god, yes.” The words came out already sounding like a moan. It had been awhile since she’s had a good fuck. Standing up from her chair, she moved towards the bed, making no effort to pull down her shorts. She straddled his waist, hands coming to rest on his abdomen. “And what are we playing tonight, Daddy...?” The last word rolled off her tongue like honey.
