“Ay, I gotta go mami.”
Cin held on a little tighter to the double-thicc latina thigh that had served as so excellent a pillow during her first night in her new dorm room.
She heard Becca giggle, then sit up, trying to pull Cin’s arms off of her leg.
Cin bit her on the pussy.
Not hard, but it was right there, and got her message across!
“Ayi!” Becca squeaked, pelting Cin’s cheek with gentle slaps. “No! Bad hookup!”
Cin spat out her lips, cracking one eye open to say; “You don’t mean that.”
“Well, my throat fuckin’ hurts, and I feel like I chugged an entire gallon of milk…”
“Yeah, but then I made you cum so much you passed out,” Cin countered, feeling just a tad insecure.
“Mmm. Fair, but I was already pretty exhausted. You know, lack of oxygen?”
“Coulda spanked me at any time!” Cin laughed, and pulled herself up, then pushed Becca back down for a sweet morning kiss.
“You have cockbreath,” she cooed lovingly.
Giggling, Becca slapped at her again until she rolled off.
“Really baby, I gotta go, but… this was fun, call me, kay?”
“I don’t have…”
But Becca was already dressed and gone, clearly an old pro at this section of the walk of shame.
“BROOOOOOOO!!!” Lina shouted, sprouting from her, well, Cin’s bed across the room. She sprinted over, tacking Cin back into the covers and shaking her excitedly. “She was so fiiiiiiiine!!!”
You might think Cin had throatfucked the horny out of herself last night.
You’d be wrong.
Lina, in cotton panties, nipples poking out through a threadbare tee, was one of the sexiest things she’d ever seen. With her straddling her in bed, Cin’s body reacted accordingly.
Cin’s best friend in the world froze, then looked down to where Cin’s cock was poking her right in the clit.
“DAMN!” Lina yelled, then reached down to flick Cin’s dick, apparently an act of reflex.
It wiggled indignantly as Lina sat back, removing genital contact, but also letting each of them get a better look at each other.
“Still, uh, real naked there, huh buddy?” Lina said, eyes practically vibrating as they kept contact with Cin’s. “Sorry I totally flicked your donger there, uh…”
“Maybe let me get dressed?”
“Yeahgoodideaimjustgonnadothat!” Lina squeaked, dashing back across the room and throwing the covers over her head.
Watching that tight ass sprint made it exactly 0% easier to wrangle herself into some athletic shorts and a sports bra, but Cin made do.
What goes around…
Cin took two steps to gain momentum, and leapt onto the blanket covered lump on Lina’s bed.
“I’m dressed now,” Cin announced, and kissed Lina right in the top of the head.
She giggled as she rolled off of her, and looked up into the cutest scowl in the entire world.
Lina shook herself, stretched, and climbed back out of bed. She sat there, and hit Cin with her best shit eating grin.
“Hey, who am I?” She asked before opening her throat wide and letting out a shockingly accurate ‘Gluk! Gluk! Gluk!’ That had Cin absolutely rolling on the floor for the next minute.
“Whew! How… how the fuck…?”
“Bitch I came in like halfway through. You were way too busy to notice me, but that nice young lady gave me a thumbs up and even managed a wink past your bouncing balls,” Lina explained, giggling at Cin’s wide-eyed, slack-jawed stare. “She was a good sport! I mean, shit, I knew you were big, but fuck you were like Bam! Bam! Bam! For real, it was hot as hell, I had to slam the clam a bit obvi, but then I passed out before shit really got good. You gotta tell me how you finally ditched your V-Card buddy!”
Cin stared for a few seconds longer, processing, before an incredulous grin spread across her face.
“Babe, you aren’t gonna believe this…”
It was a while before Lina stopped laughing.
Not that Cin could blame her, she was laughing too. It was ridiculous.
“Holy SHIT C! I cannot beleive you left a girl looking like that and you’re still a fucking virgin! You know I had to wipe her down? Despite male lies, cum really isn’t good for your skin, and hers was too good to let her just bathe in your goop all night,” Lina said, wiping tears from both eyes.
“Know what’s even funnier?” Cin gasped, doing the same, “even odds she’s a virgin too!”
“Hah!” Lina barked, giggles fully reignited. “Damn, yeah! Gotta be able to wear white for that wedding huh?”
“Maybe she’ll let me provide the white,” Cin grinned, eyebrows going crazy before they caught a pillow.
“You’re bad,” Lina giggled, following the pillow down to smack at her with another. She trapped Cin’s arms beneath it, getting closer than was safe.
Cin could smell her skin. Bergamot and lavender, and the light sweat of sleep.
“You think you’re gonna try to make her reconsider that rule?” Lina asked.
She was grinding against Cin’s crotch, blatant now, no hiding it. Cin could feel her heat, how wet she was, through both of their shorts.
“You’d like it if I did, huh?” Cin purred, surprising herself.
“Fuuuuck yeah,” Lina moaned, “I’d fucking love it…”
Cin sat up a bit. She’d never been trapped, not by 100 lbs of Lina and a pillow. Cin wrapped one hand around Lina’s neck, pulling her close, while the other got a handful of ass.
“You wanna hear about every girl my fat cock turns into a drooling slut, bestie?” Cin hissed into her ear, punctuating her words with a sharp spank.
Lina only moaned.
Something about that moan… it snapped Cin out of it.
She let go of Lina’s throat, scrambling out from under her.
“Oh, oh shit, Lina, I’m so fucking sorry, I–, I gotta go!” Cin panted, panicking internally. She grabbed her phone off the nightstand, snatched her cleats, and sprinted out of the room.
“Oh! Hey!” Said the girl Cin damn near killed on impact, foolishly standing right outside her door.
“Hey?” Cin said. The girl was in her way, and she felt like it was pretty obvious she was going somewhere.
“I’m Renee, your RA!” She said, with determined pep that, damn it, was a little charming. “Just going door to door, introducing myself, is your room–”
“Nope!” Cin yelped, swinging an arm around Renee’s waist and escorting her down the hallway. “We, uh, just got in, and she’s sleeping, why don’t you show me around?”
“Oooookayyyy?” Renee said. A little flustered, definitely, but apparently more willing to play along than press. “Bit touchy though, huh?”
“Hmm?”
Cin looked down, and realized that, A. Renee was pretty cute, and B. There was pretty much no place on her torso you could touch without at least brushing a titty.
“DAMN!” Cin shouted, far too flashbanged by boob to actually let go of the one she was half-cupping the side of.
“Yeaaahhhh,” Renee sighed, peeling Cin’s hand off of her. “I get that a lot. I’ll agree to show you around, if you agree not to grope me, okay?”
Cin didn’t say anything, just stared until Renee sighed again.
“No, you can’t grope me if you don’t let me show you around,” Renee said. She was smirking though. “You know this is the Honors dorm right? Sure you’re in the right building?”
How the fuck am I getting away with this? Cin thought, shaking herself. She gave herself a quick smack on the cheek to clear the last of the funbag fog from her mind.
“Yeah, I’m, uh, I’m realllll smart,” she said, finally meeting Renee’s eyes. Pretty. Blue. Really blue. Cin gave her the smile that always got her out of trouble, just in case she was in more than she thought. “Just easily distracted?”
Renee snorted, but that smirk cracked into an actual smile as she turned, beckoning Cin to follow.
Lina and Cin were at the end of the hall, which was one of two forming a horseshoe around a central common area.
“You’re lucky,” Renee said looking back over her shoulder. Cin really liked the way her messy ponytail bounced. Black with blue highlights, that somehow gleamed even in fluorescent lighting. “You two were my last stop. I’ll have to go back for… Lina, right?”
“Yep,” Cin said, doublestepping to catch up to her side. Honestly, the view from the back wasn’t bad either, but she was tall enough that looking down at Renee from the side came with some unavoidable and easily forgiven benefits. “How'd you know?”
“I have a roster,” Renee said, a little too fast, and with a little too much blush coloring those pale cheeks. “You two are both… pretty unique.”
“Mmm, never forget a pretty face, huh?” Cin teased.
“Yeah, that’s how I remembered Lina,” Renee shot back.
Cin liked her.
“Right,” Cin laughed. “Guess it’s how I’ll remember you too.”
Renee pretended she hadn’t liked that. But her eye roll wasn’t convincing, not with those cheeks getting redder.
She turned into the common room, gesturing grandly at the motley assortment of cut-rate chairs, beanbags, and couches loosely arranged around a TV Cin would have been impressed by, if she hadn’t just splurged on a bigger one for their room.
“The friendship area!” Renee sang, with impressive sincerity. Impressive, since it both sounded real, and her smile looked real, but her eyes visibly lost the light in them as she said the words. “You don’t have to call it that,” she sighed, “but I do. Admin is dumb.”
She walked in, then gestured off to the side, where a rough looking ping-pong table sat in front of a respectable kitchenette.
“I’m also required to inform you the ping-pong table is not a dining table, as marinara is not an acceptable covering for league activities,” she said, which sounded like a joke that was born from experience. “This place is more than enough to make some reaaaal good sgetti though, and that’s about all the cooking skill most Freshmen have.”
“Wanna let me prove you wrong on that?” Cin asked, wondering who’d said that.
She didn’t realize it was herself until Renee turned on her, eyebrow cocked over one pretty blue eye.
“Did you just ask me out on a date to the Friendship Area?”
Cin was pretty sure she had, but Renee singing the stupid name again had them both laughing, and she didn’t get an answer.
Didn’t get a no, though, either.