Saturday Nights in the Dorm

"I'll see you guys there around 6."

I pushed my door closed, dropped my bag to the floor, and staggered a few steps toward my bed before collapsing. This week had been absolutely exhausting.

They said freshman year of college was the toughest, right? "Survive your freshman year and the rest is easy!" Uh huh, sure. We're not even out of September of sophomore year and I'm completely drained. The prospect of mid-terms next month is absolutely horrifying. People were already dropping like flies.

My roommate bailed two weeks ago. He'd struggled through our freshman year, much more than me, and barely avoided failing out. I honestly didn't think he'd come back, and after the first couple of weeks this semester, he decided he'd had enough.

Part of me missed him, but a much larger part of me didn't. We'd gotten along fine, no doubt, and shared plenty of the same interests. But dorm living isn't the most comfortable of situations, and when he decided to quit, that meant I had the entire room to myself - at least until spring semester. My music, my shows, my schedule, my interests. I could get used to this solitary thing.

*Knock-knock-knock* "Ty, you there?!?"

I took a deep breath. Not quite solitary, after all. But I smiled at the voice. Her voice.

I yanked my door open and there she was. Tori. I thanked the universe for placing us together on this co-ed floor and, by dumb luck, we were both engineering majors. In a regular world, I didn't think there was any chance a girl like her and a guy like me would be hanging out. Tori was way, way out of my league. But one of the magical things about college is bringing different people together, and I was enjoying every moment of our friendship.

"Hey, Tori," I said. "Sorry I didn't wait for you. I was borderline catatonic after that exam. I'm lucky I ended up here when I finally snapped out of it."

"Oh, thank God," she replied. "I thought I was the only one struggling. Have we even gone over half of that stuff? Fuck!"

"Right? I've heard Benson grades on a curve, so hopefully everyone was in the same boat and we all sink together."

She laughed at my dumb joke. I loved that laugh. "Hey, do you have that study guide handy? I think I left mine in the library last night. I wanted to go over some stuff while the questions were still fresh in my mind."

I nodded and grabbed my bag off the floor, searched it for a moment, and handed her a well-creased set of papers. "All yours."

"Thanks! Any big weekend plans?"

"Not really. The guys said something about getting dinner around 6. Then I might crash and sleep until Sunday. You partying tonight?"

"Eh, I don't know," Tori said. "I didn't feel prepared for this exam. I think I need to review and start getting ahead."

"I know what you mean. Let me know if you want to go over anything."

"Will do! See ya, Tyler."

"Later."

I shut the door and stalked back to my bed, falling face first into my pillow.

--

Friday night had gone exactly how I'd envisioned. I grabbed a bite with the guys, came back to my room, put on some TV, zoned out, and was asleep a few hours later. Now there was daylight sneaking through my window shades.

I found my phone and checked the time. Not even 7 a.m.

I slipped into my shower shoes and wrapped myself in a towel. I may have had a room to myself, but the bathrooms were still shared along gender lines. Our co-ed floor had an open doorway in the middle, marking the division of the guys and girls. The bathrooms were next to the doorway, putting 18- and 19-year-old college students of the opposite sex within a few feet of each other, covered by nothing but towels, as they entered and exited their respective facilities. Sometimes I wondered how this was even legal, not that I was going to complain. We had some very, very attractive women on this floor.

At this time on a Saturday, though, I doubted I'd be seeing anyone. There weren't many like me who crashed before 10. Most of my friends had probably just gone to bed a few hours ago. I chose the shower stall on the far left, my go-to spot, and pulled the curtains closed behind me.

A whole weekend in front of me and absolutely no plans. I'm sure there's some football games I could get lost in. Catch up on video games? Maybe see a movie? Then my thoughts turned to Tori. Damn it, she was right. We should probably start preparing ourselves for the next exam. Maybe we can avoid a week of 4 a.m. study sessions this time?

I dried off, wrapped the towel around my waist, and started back to my room. Lost in my thoughts, I didn't see her until we collided.

"Shit! Sorry, Tori!" I reached out and grabbed her before she was knocked completely to the floor. She was laughing, thankfully.

"Damn, no, my bad," she said. "I didn't think anyone else was up yet. Campus is dead quiet."

Getting a look at Tori now I saw she'd just come back from a run, her body slick with sweat. She had nothing on but a sports bra and very, very short athletic shorts.

She observed me in my towel, hair still wet, and grimaced. "Sorry if I got you all sweaty! Hope you don't need another shower."

I laughed. "I'll survive. You're up early."

"Yeah, I needed to get this stress out of my body. I barely slept last night. I think I bombed that exam."

"I'm sure you didn't."

"I hope not. Anyway, I'm going to shower, grab breakfast, and then probably hit the library. See you there?"

"I'll pass on breakfast, but I'm in for the studying. Meet you over there around..."

"Let's say 9?"

"Perfect, see you then."

"Bye!"

Tori turned and bounded down the hall. My eyes fell to her perfect ass for a moment before I caught myself and turned back toward my room. The last thing I wanted to do was creep this girl out.

It was almost 7:30 now. I wasn't much of a breakfast person and had 90 minutes to kill until the library. I'd slept great, but still felt like absolute shit. I simultaneously felt awake, exhausted, and tense. My body was a bundle of nerves stretched nearly to their breaking point.

My mind went back to Tori. "I needed to get this stress out of my body." Maybe she was on to something.

I dropped my towel and climbed back onto my bed. For some students, college was all about sex. Me? I couldn't even remember the last time I'd jacked off.

I grabbed my headphones and a wad of tissues and laid back, loading up a porn site on my laptop. I scrolled through the feed for a while until finding something that looked at least marginally interesting, one of those "POV" videos. The girl was gorgeous, a blonde with nice tits. As she gave the dick in front of her a blow job, I felt myself getting hard and started lazily stroking myself.

I realized pretty quickly that this wasn't going to take long. Hey, not my fault! I said it had been a while.

I fast-forwarded the video to the final minute or so. The blonde was getting fucked hard now, spouting filthy things from her mouth. "Oh, fuck yes, baby! Pound my slutty pussy! It's your pussy, baby! Own it! Fuck me!"

I closed my eyes and started stroking my cock harder. I wasn't thinking about the blonde anymore. I was thinking about Tori. My hand squeezed tighter as I pictured her in her running gear. Sports bra covering her perfect breasts, her tanned stomach, and those tight, short shorts.

"Oh, yes, that's it, baby. Are you going to cum for me now? Are you going to give me that load? Here, baby, I want it so bad. I want it now. I want you to shoot your load all over my face, baby. Cover my pretty face with your cum. Please? Please, baby. I want it now, so fucking hot, cum for me, baby!"

I covered my cock with the tissues as I erupted. I felt the tension leaving my body as my orgasm subsided, replaced by a clarity I hadn't felt in a long, long time.

It was that clarity which alerted me. Something wasn't right. I'd heard something in the middle of this. I'd felt something. I opened my eyes and looked to my door.

Tori stood silently. At least, I think she was silent. I still had my headphones on, and the next scene was starting. Her eyes were wide, she was biting her lower lip, and she held my study guide in her hand.

I didn't know what to do first, so I did a weird combination of things. I grabbed my sheet and tried to twist it over my body to regain some modesty, while simultaneously pulling off my headphones and calling Tori's name.

"Tori, oh my God, I'm so sorry, I can explain!"

In the process of all this I yanked the headphone cord out of my laptop. The audio was filling the room for all to hear now. "Oh, fuck yeah, daddy! Ruin my fucking asshole!" I quickly pushed pause.

"Tori-"

She spoke rapidly, panicked. "I just came by to drop off your study guide. I knocked and when you didn't answer, I thought you were sleeping, but your door wasn't locked, so I was going to drop it on your desk, and, shit, fuck, I'm sorry Tyler!"

With that, she spun and darted out the door, shutting it loudly behind her.

Fuck!

--

For a while I didn't move. "My life is over," I thought. This is what it feels like when your life is over? Yeah, it doesn't feel great.

How much did she see? Did she hear anything? I don't think I said anything. I maybe grunted a little or something, but I didn't actually talk, did I? Would it matter?

Even if she'd just gotten there, she'd seen plenty. Oh, and what was it? "Ruin my asshole, daddy?" Of course that had been the next video on autoplay. Just fantastic.

This was going to spread across the whole floor, wasn't it? The whole dorm? Hell, probably our whole class. Our whole program.

"You know Tyler, the quiet guy who has his own dorm room? He spends all of his time jacking off to weird fetish porn!"

I'm going to have to transfer schools, right? I'm going to have to change my name.

And why? Because you didn't lock your door. Idiot.

First step, lock your door. I pulled myself to my feet, moved to the door, and snapped the deadbolt closed. I cleaned myself up, threw on some clothes, and sat at my desk to ponder my options.

None of them seemed good.

My study guide caught my eye. There was something new written on it in red. "Ty, thanks for sharing this and always being so helpful. It's great to have someone like you in my life. Tori"

I smiled before remembering the gigantic pile of shit I was in, and threw the papers to the floor.

I've got to talk to Tori. I will meet her at the library and maybe she'll agree to not ruin my entire life.

I held onto that sliver of hope as I grabbed my bag and left the dorm.

--

The library was only a 10-minute walk, giving me a few extra moments to kill before Tori would arrive. I certainly didn't want to beat her there. No, I'd let her get settled in before I arrived a few minutes late. It would be better if she'd already unpacked her stuff. Far less chance of her sprinting out of there when she first saw me.

It wasn't hot, and I wasn't walking fast, but I was sweating like crazy. Whatever moment of contentment I'd found earlier was long gone. I felt worse than I had all week.

I did a couple of laps around the quad, then a few more after the chimes sounded to note 9 o'clock's arrival, and finally headed to the library. It was largely a ghost town at this time on a Saturday morning. I gave the desk clerk a nod as I headed to the study table area.

Tori was in our usual spot by the windows, her back to me, books already stacked in front of her. I was barely breathing as I approached. What the fuck, Tyler, are you trying to sneak up on her?

I cleared my throat, announcing my presence, as I closed the distance.

"I was starting to wonder if you were bailing on me," Tori said without looking up. "Thought you'd found something more interesting to occupy your time." Now she looked up and gave me a straight-faced stare before bursting out laughing. "I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself!"

I chuckled in response and felt myself relax as I slid into a chair. "Tori, I'm really sorry about earlier. I just-"

"Dude, what? You have nothing to be sorry about, OK? I'm the one who invaded your privacy. You're not going to tell anyone, right? I don't want to be the girl who creeps on people."

SHE was afraid I was going to tell people about HER?

"Um, no, of course not," I said. "You aren't going to tell people about it, right?"

"Of course not! My God, I was so embarrassed!"

"You were embarrassed? I thought my life was over!"

She looked at me like I was crazy. "Huh?"

I shook my head. "I dunno, I thought you'd tell everyone I was some kind of freak and I'd have to change my identity."

"Wow, Tyler," she said, trying to hold in her laughter. "That's quite the spiral."

"I know, I know, it's just-"

"Listen, I am the one apologizing to YOU. I shouldn't have opened your door. Frankly, I'm jealous of the solo-room situation you have going on. You don't need to schedule your, ahem, extracurricular activities around a roommate's life."

I exhaled. "So, we're cool?"

"We're totally cool," she said with a smile, before turning serious again, "Daddy." She broke out in laughter again. "I just never pegged you for a 'daddy porn' guy."

"Alright, alright, very funny. I wasn't watching that, OK?"

"Hey, I don't kink shame."

I placed my head in my hands. "I still think I need to look into changing my identity."

She punched my shoulder. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm just giving you a hard time. But that's not cool and I'll stop, OK? Seriously. Let's just move on."

"Gladly," I said, unpacking my books and settling in. I'd never been so happy to study.

--

We studied the rest of the morning, just like we had many times before. The fact she'd caught me with my dick in my hand was becoming a distant memory. Things were normal between us, and normal between us was good.

Around 1 my stomach began to grumble loudly. Tori chided me for not having breakfast, but was also ready for a break herself. We packed up and parted at the library door, planning to meet again Sunday morning.

I found a few of my other classmates in the dining hall, and we shared lunch and commiserated over the miserable exam experience. Based on shared conversations it seemed no one was feeling all that great about things, which obviously helped us all if Professor Benson truly graded on a curve.

With as awful as the day began, everything was looking up. I got back to my room a while later, turned on some college football, and tried my best to zone out. The place had come alive with activity, people buzzing around, popping in and out of rooms, catching up, and making plans for the night. Around dinner a few of us went in on a pizza delivery, and as evening turned to night things started to quiet down as my floormates began their slow and steady march to various parties.

I received a few invitations and politely declined. I was still feeling the effects of the last week, and Tori and I had planned to meet at the library around 9 again tomorrow. Studying is bad enough. Studying with a hangover is torture.

Instead, I played some video games and, when that got boring, put on one of my favorite dumb comedies as I settled into bed. I set my alarm for 8, just in case, and felt sleep begin to slowly overtake me.

*Knock-knock-knock* "Ty, are you in there?" *Knock-knock-knock*

I recognized Tori's voice and jumped out of bed, hurrying to the door. "Hey, what's up? Everything OK?"

"You mind if I come in?"

"Ummm, sure," I said, looking at my darkened and dirty room. I really needed to clean more often. "What's the problem?"

"My wonderful roommate went out to a party and brought one of your friends back with her...again," Tori said. "They're all over each other in there and I don't think he's planning to leave anytime soon."

"That sucks. What are you going to do?"

"I really don't want to listen to them fucking all night," she said, "and then I thought how my awesome friend Tyler has a totally empty bed in his room..." She looked at me hopefully as she trailed off, and I laughed.

"You want to stay the night, in here, with me?"

"Please! I promise I don't snore or anything. You won't even know I'm here. I'll owe you one, big time..."

"You don't owe me anything. I'm happy to help. Just don't go advertising it, OK? I don't want to become the hotel for escaping hookups."

"Deal," she said, smiling, and jumped up into the empty bed.

"I changed the sheets after Adam dropped out, and no one has been in there, so they should be clean-ish."

"It's perfect, thank you, Tyler. This really saved me."

"My pleasure."

"So...what were you doing, anyway?"

"Oh, um, just watching a movie."

Her eyes went wide. "Oh, no, I didn't-"

"Oh my goodness, no, Tori, Jesus," I said with a laugh. "I was watching 'Office Space.' It's not like I'm constantly sitting in here by myself, well, you know."

"If I had a room all to myself, I'm not sure I could say the same," she said with a smile. "So, 'Office Space,' huh? I don't think I've ever seen this. Would you mind starting from the beginning?"

"Of course! You're going to love it!"

About 90 minutes later, through some laughs, the credits were rolling on 1999's cult classic comedy.

"I can see the appeal," Tori said, "but I don't think I'm going to be adding this one to my regular comedy rotation."

"It's an acquired taste," I said, "but I guarantee you'll find yourself quoting a line here or there over the next few weeks."

She laughed and then let out a yawn. "I'm going to try to go to sleep now, OK?"

"Sounds good, Tori," I said, shutting off the TV. "Sleep well."

"You, too."

It was well after midnight, and quiet in the hall. It wouldn't be long before the rest of our drunken floormates stumbled back from their nights out. I closed my eyes and tried to focus on anything other than the fact that Tori was in bed just a few feet away from me.

To say this day had been a wild ride would be an understatement. I thought back to how it all began, bumping into Tori in the hall, then watching her incredible ass in those running shorts as she walked to her room. Then deciding to rub one out for the first time in weeks, and Tori walking into my unlocked room and catching me in the act. And now, here she is, in bed in my room. I mean, not in my bed, certainly, but you get the point.

I'd been careful as our friendship developed to not do or say anything overtly sexual, but I certainly wasn't blind or immune to impure thoughts. Tori was the kind of girl any guy would love to be with. An athlete in high school, she kept in shape in college, regularly running and playing on different intramural teams.

She had black hair, green eyes, and a sexy, mysterious smile. Her body was the stuff of dreams, breasts that weren't obscenely huge, but would still definitely fall in the "big" category, and that ass, I mean, damn. It was sometimes painful to not look too long when I held a door open for her at the library.

And while I wasn't outright ogling her when she came into my room tonight, I definitely took notice of her sleep attire. A very thin, sleeveless shirt that revealed in the light from my TV she was not wearing a bra, her nipples visible beneath the material. Her shorts were, well, if I thought her running shorts were short, I don't know what word to use to describe these. Skimpy? When she turned to jump into the bed, my heart nearly stopped.

The more I thought about her, the more difficult this situation was becoming, and I felt my cock stirring in my shorts. I doubted she was looking at me, but just in case I shifted my leg to better conceal my growing arousal. I needed to get this under control, or else I'd be needing a quick visit to the shower tonight.

I tried to shift my mind to coursework, reviewing the pages I'd studied today, but of course that studying had been done with Tori, and that sent me back into a circle again. The way she teased me today, playfully saying "daddy" like the actress in that video. That wasn't the kind of porn I was into, but now all I could think about was how she said it and the look on her face when she did.